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Hello? Jenny?

Jenny?

Alice Fielding, 22, a medical student.

Her body was found by her flatmates.

She got back from her boyfriend's about 2am. The victim had this bus ticket in

her pocket.

Purchased at 109 Trafalgar Square.

She would have got here 1 .40 at the earliest, so we can place her time of

within a 20 -minute window.

Thanks, Al.

OK.

I'm going to gather the troops and get round the neighbours.

OK. Annie. Right, death by strangulation, but no sign of a sexual

No prints around the body or physical evidence of her killer so far.

Right, was she still wearing her jacket?

None of the other lights in the house were on.

And she wasn't long home.

So the killer must have been in and out again in a matter of minutes.

Sam?

Sam?

There's no indication that the place has been ransacked. We can rule out robbery

as a motive.

Just a very ordinary young girl leading a very ordinary young life.

Nothing's really jumping out at me here, Sue.

Yeah, OK.

I'm just about to break the news to her mother. So I'll see you back at the

station, all right? OK.

See you there. Bye.

Well, you've got a problem now, love.

Actually, I'm looking for Elizabeth Fielding.

That's me.

Detective Inspector Susan Alembic. Could I have a word with you alone, please?

Are you all right? Yeah, sure.

Mm -hm.

I'll call you later.

Could we do this inside, please?

Liv, I'm sorry to have to ask you this question.

Can you think of anybody who might want to do this to your daughter?

No.

I'm so sorry.

I've got nothing from the mother. She has absolutely no idea where Alice was

last night. And we're struggling for trace evidence of the crime scene. We'd

better check out Alice's fellow students, lecturers, get a list of her

Susan. Yeah.

Alice's flatmate. She reckons that Alice's ex -boyfriend has been given her

hassle recently.

Not exactly violent, but not far from it. One Jamie Ellman. It is. Grunt like

boyfriend, eh?

What is it about men? They move on, you reject them, and they just can't get

over it.

I can but apologise, Suze.

Right then. Jamie Ellman.

Let's get a bit with one of our little chats.

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

What? Well, hello again.

Jimmy Ellman, 22 years old.

No need for employment. Dropped out of college three years ago.

Our victim's ex -boyfriend, sir, and now her mother's current boyfriend.

But we hear he still has the heart for the daughter. Oh, do let it be him.

Then we can put this to bed quickly and get back into our own, eh?

Right, we've got another one. Male. Shot dead. Notting Hill last night. Sometime

between 11 and 3 a .m. Probably a disgruntled girlfriend.

Right.

Scottish girl. You look after the kid.

You two, get up to Notting Hill for me.

Yes, sir.

And you victim got a name?

Yeah, he does, actually.

Susan. Sam Glazer. 31 -year -old, unmarried businessman.

Is he selling up, then? Not quite.

The victim was a property developer. This is his big project.

He lived in the largest apartment near the Niner on the market, but unsold.

Bottom's fallen out of the high -end market.

Okay, then, Frank, get forensic accountants through this guy's finances,

you? Okay. Let's go.

Grab the gun and fire.

This thing goes off in a few seconds every ten minutes or so.

You want to play with that one, eh, Luke? No, I can't help it, Suze. It's

way I'm wired, you know, man the hunter and all that. It must be very

frustrating for you.

OK. Cleaning lady let herself in, found him like this, turning him this morning,

one shot to the head.

A bit messy for a bullet wound? Yeah, that's because he was killed by a blank.

Point blank range into the ear, ripping into the cerebellum, severing the brain

stem. Death is instantaneous.

So we can rule out self -inflicted death by accident or design? Yes.

What? Where's the gun?

No sign of a gun.

All right, then, Frank.

We're knocking on doors.

Find out what the neighbours all heard. Oh, and the victims' family and friends,

yeah? Please. Yep.

We'll start by identifying those two.

Luke, you're upstairs in the bedroom with me.

Mmm, lipstick.

Well, this girl drinks.

Seriously. Oh, yes.

Right, let's get to it.

Right.

Right,

well, if she doesn't live here, she's a regular visitor.

Jo Malone moisturiser, shampoo, conditioner.

He's given her a space on his bathroom shelf.

Isn't that commitment in your world?

Don't say that word, Susan. It makes me feel faint and dizzy and nauseous and...

Whoa.

I think I've just found the killer's silencer.

See, he, or she, would have used this to muffle the gun.

See?

And I think I know who that vodka girl is. Oh, a cheque. Dated last week. Paid

Cassandra Wallace, one million kisses only. Signed, S. Glazer.

Romantic, eh?

Right, then.

Get on to work.

OK, Jamie.

Friday night, Saturday morning.

Where were you between 11pm and 2am?

Look, I was at the Tongan Groove, yeah? Uh -huh.

Look, it's a nightclub up in Hackney. My mates are DJ there. I was there all

night, with my girlfriend.

Liz Fielding, Alice's mother.

Hey, look, I didn't start seeing Liz until Alice went off to India and

Look, Alice kind of changed, man.

I told her, I said, just go out there, party, expand your mind.

But she got depressed by all the poverty and deprivation and stuff.

And I told her on the phone, I said, poverty and deprivation, that's just the

vibe out there.

But she wanted to become a doctor, make a difference, whatever that means.

So when Alice came back, she'd changed, outgrown you, eh?

Is that why you were pestering her, getting angry at her? Look, I didn't

her yet.

Now, I gave you my alibi. Can I leave, please?

Yeah.

But don't become a stranger, eh?

Excuse me.

What happened there?

It was Liz.

You have a little tiff? Nah.

She just likes it rough, you know?

Maybe you don't.

We'll be checking out your alibi, Jamie.

Yeah, whatever.

Detective Inspector Susan Olympic.

Yes, Stone.

I'm looking for Cassandra Waller.

The police?

Yes, and you are?

I'm Nathan, Cassandra's brother.

Oh, well, could we speak to Cassandra, please?

What about?

Her boyfriend, Sam Glazer, was shot dead in the early hours of this morning.

Who shot him?

Could we talk about this inside?

About what? Inside where?

About who killed Sam inside your flat.

I don't know who killed Sam. That's your job.

If you wouldn't mind, please.

Do you live with Cassandra?

No. I live with Aunt Mimi.

I'm visiting Cassandra.

She's 86.

Aunt Mimi? Not Cassandra. She's 29.

Do you know where Cassandra is?

Armenia.

Armenia. When did she leave for Armenia?

Last Monday.

Do you have a number for Cassandra in Armenia?

No, I don't.

I've locked my phone.

I don't usually lose things. I'm really very careful, you see.

Is there anything else?

Is there anything else, Susan?

No, Luke. I think we have everything we need.

So what do you think's wrong with him?

Not sure.

Do you think it's clinical?

Or are you just not playing with a full deck?

Background check. What's been tell of that?

Yeah, well, from the state of the bedroom in Soundglaze's flat.

Doesn't look like Cassandra left last week.

Do I mean it or otherwise?

Please don't talk with your mouth full. Sorry, but... In fact, don't talk.

There he goes.

Why can't you get one of those plastic cup holders? What for? I've got you.

Didn't know what else to do. Came back to work to keep my mind occupied.

I, uh, haven't told anyone around here what's happened yet.

Jamie Elman, your, uh, boyfriend.

What about, Jenny?

We need to confirm that we were about to last Friday night, between 11pm and

2am. Last Friday, Jamie was with me. We were at Shock and All.

What? No, sorry.

That's the other club we were at. Tom and Groove, that's where we were.

Do you think Jamie killed her?

He was her ex -boyfriend.

And bittered because he wanted her back.

He didn't want her back.

Jamie and me are together now.

So why was he phoning Alice constantly, calling round, pestering her, begging

her to get back with him?

I've got a statement from Alice's flatmate.

Jamie'd been calling round almost every night, shouting at her, threatening her.

Oh, God.

She was tiny.

People used to say she was quiet and shy, but Alice wasn't shy.

Alice wouldn't speak up what she had to.

Last Friday.

Sorry it's all a bit hazy, you know.

I, uh... I wasn't with Jamie all the time.

He could have left the club and come back, I suppose.

Thanks. If he killed her...

If he killed her, if he did it, he'll be punished.

Nathan. Detective.

This doesn't really look like Armenia.

How do you know? Have you ever been to Armenia? Nathan, what is this place?

This is Mum and Dad's house.

Nathan, can you move over to one side, please?

Uh, Luke.

Would you please put that gun down?

I'm sorry, Nathan.

I killed Sam.

It was me.

You loved Sam.

Why did you kill him?

Can you prove that?

I mean, prove to us that you killed him and we'll walk away and give you peace

to blow your brains out. I mean, save up a lot of time and money, won't it,

Suze? Oh, yeah.

You see, we've got other things to be getting on with.

Like finding the maniac who strangled a young girl called Alice Fielding over in

Drayton last night. She didn't want to die.

So prove to us you killed him and we'll wrap this up and move on.

Cassandra, can you really not remember anything that happened last night? Oh,

come on, Sue. She's had half a gallon of vodka. How's she going to remember?

I had beer last night.

You know, 52 % of convicted murderers are so hammered on booze they can't

actually remember committing the crime.

And that means there's a 48 % chance that you didn't kill Sam. No.

Those numbers don't actually work. No, they don't. I'll just make them up, all

right?

The point is...

Can you really look me in the eye and say you remember killing Sam? It is

possible that he shot himself, Cassandra.

If you shoot yourself, Cathy, what will I do?

I mean, he's 87 on all day today.

He's going to die soon.

Hey, man's got a point.

You know, I'll be straight with you. I mean, if you did kill him, we're going

put you away for a long time. But if you didn't, then yeah.

Cassandra, please, Chuck, put that gun down.

Come on.

Please.

First, we found gunshot residue around here.

This tower was definitely used as a silencer.

What about the gun we recovered from Cassandra?

Well, ballistics have confirmed it's the murder weapon. And there's one set of

prints, Cassandra Wallace.

Doesn't look good for Cassandra. Doesn't look good for Cassandra for a long

time.

Backgrounds on Nathan and Cassandra.

That's the parents' house where we picked her up. Yeah, this is from 19

ago.

House of Blood.

The tragic scene was discovered by two children at a remote farm.

The youngsters Nathan and Cassandra Wallace returned to school.

Explains a lot about Nathan. Yeah, Nathan's medical records. A dozen

doctors, a dozen different diagnoses, autism, post -traumatic stress. Post

-traumatic stress, attention deficit, whatever.

Doesn't matter.

None of them can help him.

Maybe it'd be better not to help him at all.

After what happened to us, Nathan just sat down.

He doesn't feel anything.

He has no emotions.

Wish I could be like Nathan.

I'm sorry, I can't remember anything about last night.

Okay, then.

Well, let's start with what you can remember.

This morning.

I woke up.

It was a lovely sunny day, and Sam was gone.

So you took the gun and you left?

Why?

Oh, if you wanted to kill yourself, why not do it there and then?

Because I wanted to see Nathan one last time.

Where was the gun when you took it?

Was it close to him?

No, it was over by the pinball machine.

That's too far from the body.

Sam did not commit suicide.

And last night, what time did Sam come home?

I'm not sure.

Maybe 12 .45.

He was on one of his boys' nights.

Who with?

Joe and Tony.

Joe Mason and Tony Agland.

They've all known each other since they were at school.

They don't like me very much, you know.

I'm not very good for Sam.

I mean, they never even tried to get to know me.

That's boys, isn't it? Same petty jealousies as women. They just bury it

So, Sam got home, and then what?

That's a pretty big note.

Cassandra? He asked me to marry him, and I said no.

Nathan said you loved Sam.

I did.

I do.

But if I said yes, it would mean I would be happy, and I'm not fated to be

happy. There's no such thing as fate.

Isn't there?

You've looked into my background.

You know what happened to me and Nick.

Actions and consequences, Cassandra. Cause and effect.

Nothing else.

You don't want to believe in fate.

Self -pity.

Boring, isn't it?

I can't stand it in other people. I don't see why I should think anyone else

would put up with it in me.

Sorry.

I'm ranting.

I said, no, OK. He asked me to marry him, and I said no. So we had a

disagreement about that.

You bastard!

And then he turned around and said it was over. We were done.

So you went into the bedroom and you got drunk.

Look, is there anything else that you can remember after that?

I don't know.

I just know I hate him.

That he could ask me to marry him and then just turn around and say it was

when I said no?

I mean, he gave me a check for a million kisses.

Grab the gun and fire.

And I said, why wasn't it a

billion kisses?

He knew what... I was like... You're talking about yourself again. Why are

talking about yourself?

Sorry. Stop saying sorry.

What is this? Tough love? No.

Tough questioning.

You want the truth? Let's get to the truth. We don't need all that psycho

babble. We just need to get to what happened last night.

You were in the bedroom.

You were drunk.

You were angry at Sam.

He just turned around and said it was over.

Why didn't he ask me again? He could have just asked me again. He could have

down on one knee. So he rejected you, he rejected you, and you hated him. Hated

him enough to go downstairs in a drunken rage and kill him. Come on, Cassandra,

think!

Did you go into the living room? Did you shoot Sam? I don't know, I swear. I

don't remember killing him, but I don't remember not killing him. All right,

it's okay, Cassandra.

We're done now.

But look, if there is anything else that you can remember, tell the custody

officer and we'll talk again, okay?

Custody officer.

Cassandra, you were in Sam's flat when he was murdered. Your fingerprints are

all over the murder weapon.

We have to hold you. We have no choice.

Now, please, help me.

I need the truth.

You were a bit hard on her.

Look, I promised her I'd get to the truth, and I intend to.

Look, whatever. The point is, I don't think she did it. Based on? Based on the

fact she gave to a couple of bottles of vodka. I mean, she really pictured up

the presence of mind to wrap a towel around her gut. Oh, come on, Luke. We've

only got her word for it. It's because of drugs.

Thanks. Susan, have you saw the state of her room?

Set up.

Could be a very sophisticated liar. No, that girl is not a liar. Yeah, well,

that's what she said about Rosa.

And Geraldine and Bridget and Alicia.

Who's Geraldine?

Short, dark hair, long legs.

And that's the thing about Scandinavian girls.

Oh, yeah.

Forensic accountants report on Sam Glazer's finances.

The bank was about to foreclose, so he was going into liquidation with debts of

four million.

Who did he owe the money to?

I was too friends with his. Tony Agland had put in over half a million into the

project, and Joe Mason was the design consultant.

Sam had been out drinking with those two the night he was murdered.

Please, Luke, just keep your eye on the ball, which in this case is Cassandra.

Come on, Susan. There's a lot of money involved here.

These guys have mixed friendship with business. That always causes trouble.

We've at least got to rule them out as suspects.

OK. Thank you.

Joe Mason?

Yeah.

D .S. Stone.

Last time I saw Sam was Friday night, me and a mate.

Tim Yagland?

Yeah, that's right. A few beers, back home by ten.

First time I've seen Sam in a couple of weeks. He's been a bit preoccupied.

He designed what you did on Sam's development.

Have you been paid?

No.

You know, Sam's company was on the verge of collapse.

Do you know what? I don't know how many bloody times I've told him he can't live

life like he lives and run a business.

Do you have any problems with Sam?

I don't have a problem with Sam.

He's definitely hooked up with Alexandra.

His whole life's gone off the rails.

She makes your average bunny boy to look low -maintenance.

One minute she's clinging to him all really needy, the next she's treating

like shit and flirting with any bloke in the room.

Sam's one of the good guys, you know.

That development, it's not some get -rich -quick scheme for him. I mean, he

really believes in it. It's like a passion.

Like Cassandra.

I don't know why she's like she is.

I tell you what, one of these days they're going to end up killing each

What's this about, anyway?

Sam's dead.

Murdered.

Sammy's dead?

Yeah.

No, listen, you've got to be joking.

You've got to be joking.

And that's ridiculous.

Didn't we agree on a price?

Listen, you've got to be joking.

Yeah, well, I don't think it's that funny.

But that wasn't my fault, was it? We talked about it and we had a deal,

we?

No, you're not joking. You really are ripping me off. Well, can you at least

wind me a dime first?

OK. Bueno es un facto.

Yeah, I said it's a deal. Can you check the brakes?

$300 ,000. Well, thanks for screwing me.

Yeah, all right. See you later.

19 -year -old Californian called Miguel Suarez sitting on a 1949 550 Spyder.

That's the model James Dean died in, isn't it? Mm.

As rare as they come.

Young Senor Suarez didn't sell it to me. He ransomed it.

Man, they're just timeless, these things. The design, the colour, the

sound of the engine, the feel of it. They never change, you know?

You see anything fancy?

Oh, plenty.

But I'm afraid I'm at the office.

Your mate Sam Glazer was shot dead last night.

Shot. See this?

The nail's been torn on the end here.

And here... Skin.

Human skin.

She scratched someone.

It was Liz.

Thanks, honey.

I've spoken to your other mate, Joe Mason.

Is Joe okay?

Well, he's kind of where you are, you know, at the moment.

Listen, he says that you and him last saw Sam off Friday night.

Yeah.

What time did you leave the pub?

About 9 .30. I was home by 10.

Anyone with you?

No, sorry, I just stayed in and watched a bit of telly. I was in bed by

midnight. You invested a lot of money in Sam's development.

The family's silver.

So you'll be aware that the bank was foreclosing on Sam. The whole thing was

about to crash.

No, I didn't know that.

Look, what you're saying, that Sam screwed up, no way, that's not fair.

I mean, the developments might have been in a bit of trouble, but Sam would have

found a way out. He always did.

Well, if Sam was going off the rails, maybe this time he wouldn't have found a

way out.

What about Cassandra? Is she okay?

Christ, what?

You think she killed Sammy?

I don't know.

Neither does she.

Jamie Elman has a scratch on his neck.

We matched the skinny samples under Alice's nails to Jamie's DNA. Well...

I really like the Scottish girl.

Let's have more of her.

Bring this, Jamie. What's his name? Elman. Bring him in. And take the ginger

bean pole here with you. Not ginger. Strawberry blonde.

What you got? That's Jason. All right, now.

Bounce made Joe and Tony. Both of them stood to lose a lot financially when

bounce business went under. And... And neither of them had an alibi for that

night. Well done.

Hang on a minute.

Take me with you where exactly? I thought I was on the same place.

Strawberry Bill.

S .B., what do those two initials remind you of, Scottish?

Do you know what, Strawberry?

There are two types of people in this world.

Those who think and those that do.

I'm both, you're neither.

So what I think, you do.

And you do it without thinking.

Savvy?

Oh, my day.

We need a word, Jamie.

We've got a few questions, like, where did you get that scratch on your neck

from? Look, I told you, Liz gave it to me.

And what right have you lot got coming in here, right, to my gaff?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Luke?

I've seen a towel like this before.

No.

No.

What are you getting at? Alice!

She nicked it from the Fountain Hotel!

This towel's from Alice?

Yeah! You're telling me this came from Alice? Yeah!

Right, get me to come back in this cryptic T -shirt and get down to the

and get me a DNA sample.

Where are you going? Listen, Susan, I need you to meet me at a hotel, the

Fountain Hotel.

Call me when you get there.

To vet, suppress the devil's advocate within, do not spy.

Follow me.

Alice Fielding was working here in this hotel, casually doing room service.

Cash in hand as she was keeping it a secret from the taxman and us.

She was on duty here on Friday night, the night she was murdered.

Now, Jamie Ellman had a towel just like this. It belonged to Alice.

She stole it from this hotel.

It's a bit like to be arresting for theft, Luke. No, excuse me. Sam Glazer

had a towel exactly the same.

Remember the gunfire, sir? Yeah. He was also here on Friday night. Our duty

manager recognised him from this.

Uses the police a lot, apparently.

So, he's here on Friday, but he doesn't check in using his real name.

Now she can't remember the false name he used, but... But we've got a copy of

the cheque for a million kisses at Sandbroke Cassandra. Now, I'll compare

the signatures of everyone who was booked in here on Friday night.

Two murder victims from two separate, seemingly unconnected worlds. They were

both in this hotel the night they were both murdered.

Okay, we're looking for the person Alice scratched.

Let's start with the guests who were here Friday night. If we've no joy with

that, then we'll trace the ones who've left. Okay.

Luke, you're on the sand glazed side of the mountain.

What room did he use? What did he use it for? Okay.

One second, sir.

Got it. Sam Glazer, the Penhall Suite.

Thank you.

Susan, you should get up here.

Room 500.

This is Les from the Penhall Suite. Friday night.

The lion goes from strength to strength. Thank you.

Frank. Yeah?

Can you trust the owner of this for me, please, mate?

Excuse me, gorgeous, have you got an office I can give you?

Right, guys, I want this place processed with trace evidence. Anything that

tells us who was here Friday night and what went on.

Right, Skinner, you clean the bathroom, you two, head back in.

Look,

we know that Alice Fielding scratched someone because we found skin cells

underneath her fingernails.

Was it you?

Yes.

But nothing happened, okay?

I got a bit pissed and... It was a misunderstanding, that's all.

I've been very stupid. I'm sorry.

Sometimes I just can't understand that girl.

Is that me I said?

I can't see you.

Spent half a week.

Mirrored windows.

I didn't kill her, okay?

After she left, I went to the bar.

I was there till 3 a .m.

Oh, right, I signed a few bar chips.

Those things have got the time on them.

You okay then, Mr. Harris?

We'll need a DNA sample.

Thank you very much.

Luke? Yeah?

What you got?

Nothing. What?

Absolutely nothing.

That's the problem.

I mean...

This room is just a little too clean.

Someone seriously scrubbed it down.

Susan, the penthouse suite is too clean.

Well, what a result, Luke. Finding absolutely no forensic evidence of a

No, I'm right about this place, Susan. Something happened here. I can feel it

my water.

Yeah, well, all I've got so far is that Alice scratched a guy up in room 500.

But he did not follow her home and kill her.

Bartell confirms his alibi. He was in the hotel all night.

That was the lab.

Jimmy Elman's DNA does not match the sample found under Alice's fingernails.

where are all the answers then, Luke?

Well, some of them might be here.

Someone left this phone in a penthouse on Friday.

And you will not believe who it belongs to.

Hello again. Thank you.

Have you come to arrest me? We've come to question you. We should arrest you.

Why is that, Nathan?

Because I killed her.

It was me.

Nathan, Nathan, Nathan.

Lights on, doors open, but no one's home.

Are we sure he killed Alice Fielding?

He's confessing to it. He's given us her full address and even told us which

number bus she took home on Friday night.

Matches to the bus ticket we found in her jacket pocket.

So he killed Alice?

And Sam.

I killed Sam too.

Well, we're not entirely sure at first.

I think in his own clumsy way of trying to protect his sister.

Well, we have a double murder investigation, but we have a young man

to both killings.

We shouldn't be over -hasty in ruling them out, should we?

I couldn't help it. I had to kill them.

But why, Nathan? Why did you have to kill them?

Because of what Sam did.

And the girl... What was the little girl's name again?

Alice Fielding. Yes.

Alice Fielding. She saw Sam do it.

No, I'm sorry you've lost me there, Nathan. What did Sam do?

He killed Jerry.

Jerry?

Who the hell is Jerry?

Who's Jerry?

Jerry's the man Sam shot.

Haven't you found Jerry's body?

No.

No, we haven't found Jerry's body.

Nathan, where is Jerry's body?

I don't know where Jerry's body is, Luke. I was away killing the girl, Alice

Fielding, you see. Oh, I see.

Do you have a surname for Jerry?

No. I only met him once and Sam shot him. We weren't properly introduced.

Where did Sam shoot him? In the chest, Susan.

No, I mean the location of the shooting.

Oh, I see.

The Fountain Hotel.

Friday the 14th of September, 11 .45 approximately.

That's the ticket.

Fountain Hotel?

Yeah, the Fountain Hotel.

Colton told me when on that night.

Which room?

The penthouse, in the bathroom.

So what were you doing there, in the penthouse?

Friday was my 25th birthday.

Sam told me to come to the hotel with his friends, Joe and Tony. Wait, Joe and

Tony were there?

They're too nice to me about that. They told me they went home early Friday

night.

Well, go on.

We went to the penthouse and we had fun.

I had

half a bottle of beer, then Gerry arrived.

then sam and jerry were in the bathroom and they were shouting at one another

yes you did yes you did yes you did don't lie to me then sam shot jerry

That's when I saw Alice fielding.

You saw

Alice watching you?

From the other side of the courtyard?

Yes.

Alec Fielding was a witness.

So I followed her home.

For God's sake, why?

It was Sam who shot the other guy. Why did you have to kill her?

Because Cassandra's in love with Sam.

She can't live without Sam. I want Cassandra to be happy.

She's very fragile.

You see, Dad shot himself.

Then he shot Mum.

No, that's wrong.

He shot Mum, then he shot himself.

Cassandra's scarred inside, in her mind.

Aunt Mimi says I have to look after her.

But Sam's dead now anyway.

You can't put a dead man in jail.

So I suppose I didn't have to kill Alice Fielding.

No, Nathan, you didn't have to kill her.

Even if Sam was still alive, you didn't have to kill her. Luke, what is going

on? Look, Susan, Nathan followed Alice home, didn't you? Yes. Nathan followed

Alice home.

Well, she'd just seen a man murdered, and yet she went straight home as if

nothing had happened.

Or put it this way.

You won't find a record of Alice Fielding reporting a murder in the

Hotel. So where are you going with this?

Look, Nathan, look.

What do you see?

Me.

That's what Alice saw.

Yes. Me and Sam. No. She saw herself.

Not you.

And not Sam killing Jerry.

You see, your window had mirrored glass on the outside.

Alice couldn't call the police.

Because Alice didn't see anything.

So... I really didn't have to kill her.

No.

Oh.

It really has begun to ruin my day.

A murder without a body?

Perverse.

Unnatural. Yes, sir.

Not something we can ignore. Speaking of which, this is the police force.

The Bunchy's big bumper -colouring in -book.

Oh, look, you see, we've got a third murder here, Jerry.

One very unreliable witness, Mason.

But we've got two highly reliable witnesses.

Joe Mason, Tony Agwin.

Now, they lied about being in that hotel.

Now we know why.

Protecting their friend Sam Glazer because apparently Sam shot Jerry.

And even though Sam is now dead, they are still not talking.

Right.

Strawberry, pick them up.

Use your ambiguous charm to make them tell us where the bloody Jerry's body

Yes, sir.

You two lied to me.

Told me you'd gone home early from the pub on Friday night, but you weren't

in the pub.

You were at the Fountain Hotel, weren't you?

Um... We were protecting Sam.

Protecting Sam?

Look, he was off the rails.

That night he was taking a lot of, um... Well, substances, you know.

Guys, I think you should know we've already talked to Nathan, and he's

much told us everything.

OK, look, um...

Sam had this gun, a real gun.

It was illegal.

Yeah, but the legality of the gun is the least of your worries right now. No,

we're a bit more interested in what Sam did with this illegal gun.

Oh, shit. Did he shoot himself?

Oh, for Christ's sakes. No, Jerry, bathroom, penthouse suite, front... You

this amusing?

No, I'm sorry, it's not funny.

I mean, it was meant to be a joke, but it's not funny. It's one of Sam's stupid

wheezes. What do you mean?

Well, Jerry.

His real name's Jerry Prince. He's a mate of Sam's. Works in the film

He's a stuntman.

Sam went too far with that.

I mean, it was wrong. It wasn't funny.

What exactly are you people saying here?

It's a stunt.

A practical joke.

What have you done, mate?

Sam, this is really bad.

Look at your face. Admit it. We had you. You did. This is funny.

You did. This is funny. You're so funny.

You're so funny.

Leave him.

Leave him. Leave him. Leave him.

I lost it with him. That was a final straw.

We both sat Sam down and we tried to give him a bit of a bollocking.

He wouldn't listen, would he? He just told us to piss off. So we did.

Left him and Jerry to clean it up.

I take it you can produce this jelly prince?

Look, I'm sorry. It was a joke.

Well, not to Nathan.

Yeah, well, Nathan shouldn't have been there, should he?

I tried to call him, but he left his phone in the room.

Is Nathan okay? No, he is not.

Nathan Wallace.

He's in our custody.

Charged with murder.

This is Alice Fielding.

She's a chambermaid at the Fountain Hotel.

She's 22 years old.

Nathan followed her home and strangled her to death because he thought she

witnessed the murder of Jerry.

But Nathan didn't.

I mean, it was all a joke. Yeah, well, try telling that to her mum.

Look, are we going to be charged?

Yes, you are. What with?

I don't know yet. I think of something.

When I do, you'll be the first to know. Now.

Get out of my sight, you pathetic idiots.

Look, I'm... A

murder

witness by a phantom witness.

What do you want to do about Nathan, sir?

The lad has a right to know that, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Is that Jerry?

Is that the man you saw Sam shoot?

Yes.

That's Jerry.

So, it was all a joke?

Sam played a joke on me?

Yeah, he did.

Sorry, Nathan.

It's okay, Susan.

It's not your fault.

Jerry Prince, the murder that never was. Alex Fielding was killed by Nathan

Wallace, which leaves us with... Sam Glazer. Sam Glazer. Nathan's still

that one.

Do we think he did it? No, we don't.

That leaves us with Cassandra Wallace, our prime suspect. Do we think she did

it? Got enough for a conviction?

That's not the question. The question was, do we think she did it? We don't

know. But this might tell us who did.

Nathan's phone.

Check the call history.

Cassandra was drunk and dialing on Friday night. In fact...

She left a 69 -minute message on Nathan's voicemail between 12 .58 and 2

which put us back in Sam Glazer's flat when he was shot.

I'm not making any excuses about what happened to us.

There. What's that in the background?

It was a gunshot.

Pathetic.

Did I ever tell you about my... Grab the gun and fire.

That pinball machine.

And it's not just the 10 -second burst. This continues.

So Cassandra's upstairs on the phone.

And Fab's downstairs playing his pinball game.

Susan, we need to get this tape cleaned up.

OK, people, I've managed to low -level the music and eradicate the crazy chick

from the tape.

Seriously, dude, what is the problem?

You know what, Grom, if you use a little bit more of this... Guys, guys, could

we just get on with this?

Any anomalies?

Anomalies? Mm -hm. Oh, yeah, we've got anomalies.

OK, listen up.

What you can hear is the background in isolation.

Now... See the frequency of the pinball machine's gunshot effect up there, yeah?

Yes. OK. Well, check this out, yeah? Right at the end there.

There. You suddenly get a rogue gunshot.

Now, there's an abnormal level of activity on this, honey. And why?

Because that, oh, children of grub, is the oral signature of a real gunshot.

Sam Glazer was shot while he was playing his pinball game.

Can you give us an exact time when that figure was pulled?

What do you think?

Er,

1 .47am.

Nathan couldn't have killed him, because between 1 .30 and 2am, he was 11 miles

away killing Alice Fielding. And the shot was fired while Cassandra was

on the phone, talking.

Er, yeah.

Cassandra didn't kill him.

You were right. I was right. But that still doesn't give us any clue as to

shot.

Ah, yeah.

Interesting. A couple of minutes later, yeah, someone starts playing the pinball

thingy again.

Well, go on then, Luke. Deep breath.

Someone started a new game.

You can't start a new game without putting a token in the slot.

Susan, the crime scene was sealed.

No -one had played the game since the murder, so if Sam's dead and Cassandra's

upstairs on the phone, the last person to put a token in the slot was the

killer.

Okay, go to work guys.

Now, if this token's got prints on it, we have nailed Sam Glazer's killer.

Here, Scott.

I didn't do it.

I really didn't do it.

No, and we can prove it conclusively. You did not kill Sam.

Thank you. Thank you for finding the truth.

Yeah, I got to the truth.

The whole of the truth.

Nathan?

Well, we've established that he didn't kill Sam either, but, um... Alice

Fielding.

He'll go to prison.

Nathan can't cope with prison. How will he survive?

He pleads guilty with mitigating circumstances, diminished

There's a chance he may get a non -custodial sentence, but I'm sorry.

It's out of our hands.

May have a result on the fingerprints.

How you doing, Simon?

How you doing?

I'm arresting you for the murder of Simon Glazer.

You do not have to say anything, but it may hold you to the fact that you do not

mention one question. Something which you later rely on in court. Anything you

do say may be given in evidence. You got that? Good man.

You've got to understand that I didn't go there to kill him.

Another joke, was it?

No.

It was an accident.

I just went to Sam's flat to have it out with him.

At the hotel, he told me and Joe to piss off, and I just wanted to get him

straight.

Cassandra was changing him. I mean, he turned into this obnoxious twat.

And you didn't want to lose him to Cassandra? You were jealous of her?

That's what Sammy said, too.

You're my best mate, and I'm just trying to tell you that Cassandra is bad news.

He's changing you, man.

You're dangerous.

Then he tells me that he'd asked Cassandra to marry him.

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't believe that he could be so stupid.

And the worst thing was, even though she wasn't going to marry him... I love

her, OK? I love her, and I'm going to ask her to marry me again.

And if she says no, I'm going to keep on asking her until she says yes. Because

she needs me, and I need her. Understand?

She's a waste of time.

Oh, Tony.

Me and you.

Maybe we should call it a day. I understand.

I just wanted to teach him a lesson.

It was stupid of me.

I'd had too much to drink, but, you know, after that stunt that he'd played

the hotel...

I thought I could knock some sense into him. Give him a taste of his own

medicine.

It was a thick joke.

His own thick arsey joke played back on him.

I didn't mean to kill him.

It was an accident.

An accident?

You put a gun to a man's head and you pulled the trigger.

I didn't know someone put real bullets in the gun. There were no real bullets

the gun.

Someone was killed by a blank.

A blank?

60 grains of gunpowder fired through a barrel at high velocity and point -blank

range. That is plenty to kill a man, and I think that you knew that.

No. Oh, God. You didn't care whether they were real bullets or blanks. You

wanted to kill him. You lost it, Tony, didn't you?

You couldn't take the fact that your old mate was rejecting you.

He'd grown up. He was leaving you behind. He didn't need you.

And all the old petty jealousies and rivalries that had built up over the

came bubbling up. Plus the fact that Sam had blown all your money on his

development, and he'd just lost it.

For a split second, you lost it and you murdered him.

With intent.

And then you had a final game of pinball.

What, competitive streak, get the better of you, did it? Or did you just want to

buy yourself some time? You knew Cassandra was upstairs.

Make it all appear normal while you thought out your next move.

No, it wasn't like that.

I don't know.

Everything was spinning, and it was coming to do.

I thought it was going to go mad without screaming or something.

Sam's my best friend, and I really miss him.

Running that pinball machine.

It was like I was in a nightmare, you know.

I felt sick.

Were you wearing gloves?

No. You were in a nightmare, you felt sick and you were overcome by remorse.

But you still had the presence of mind to wipe the prints off the gun before

left.

Leave the murder weapon in the flat to implicate Cassandra.

Sorry, Tony.

I think you're spinning us a line.

I think you knew exactly what you were doing.

Kathy. I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

I know it's not really you.

I love you.

I love you too.

It's all right. It's okay.

I love you. Do you think she's going to be all right?

I don't know. It's up to her.

But if she is, she's got to do it by herself.

You see, Susan, everything that's happened to that family is a chain. It's

connected. It's not fate. It's not destiny or any of that stuff.

It's a chain of cause and effect.

People and actions of consequence.

She needs to break that chain. And you need to get out more.