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If Booth did kill Alice,

then Jason spent four years
in prison for a crime

that he didn't commit.
Let's not get carried away.

I'm not having this conversation.

Dad, Alice did have a stalker.
She told me.

THUDDING

What's that? Alice, it's the beams.

JILLY: Two days after
cutting short her honeymoon,

Alice left her house to go jogging
on Woodruff Common.

According to Jason,
she never returned.

TV: I will not stop
until I know exactly

what happened to my wife.

Just to be clear, you're saying
that you killed Alice Hill?

Yes.

We need to reassure ourselves
that Booth is the killer

and hasn't just been told
where the body is located.

The big one's ours.
Whose is that?

BOOTH: I grabbed a tree branch
and hit her on the back of the head.

And what looks like wood
embedded in the skull.

MAN: Killer! Killer!
LAUGHTER

JASON: This is Richard...
Sit down! ...my solicitor.

Hi. He's not your prisoner,
Sergeant...?

Andrews.

Rob? Sarge?

KEYS JANGLE

PHONE BUZZES

Hello?

LOUD JANGLING

GASPS

I'm fine.

Nothing!

What, tonight?
GENTLE JANGLING

HE SIGHS
I'll ask him.

OK.

OK, bye. Bye.

Hey. That was Mum.

They want us to come over
to the house later.

HE SCOFFS

THEY, or just your mum?

They.

They... They want to apologise
to you, Jason,

for everything.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, shit.

Richard.

Look, I'm... I'm really sorry
about last night.

I know. I'm outside.

SIRENS NEARBY

DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN

Hello. Dr Nikki Alexander.

Jason Webb. This is
my solicitor, Richard Mazer.

I understand your work was central
in demonstrating Booth's guilt.

We're very much a team.

Well, on behalf of myself
and Jason,

I'd like to thank you all.

I'd resigned myself
to a life in prison

whilst the person
who had killed her

was still out there.
So, er, thank you.

Mr Webb, you need to be certain

that you want
to view your wife's remains.

I need to warn you
that it could be

a traumatising experience,

and what you see...

..you can't unsee.

Thank you for the warning,
but I've done my research.

I've got a pretty good idea
of her condition.

A bag of bones, basically...

..and not in any
meaningful way Alice.

Well, I wasn't going to say that,
but that's a point of view...

Dr Alexander...

..I never got to say goodbye.

OK. Follow me.

Hey, Al.

I'm so sorry.

DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN

Are you OK?
Can I get you something?

Did you ever meet someone
and, instantly,

it felt like you'd known them
your whole life?

Like...

Like they saw you,
the real you, right away,

even though you were
complete strangers?

Yes, but not often.

Exactly.

Not often.
So when it happens...

..it's special, right?

Are you talking about Alice?

We met by the science block,
start of a new term.

We were 14.

How did she die, Dr Alexander?

I've requested a copy
of the postmortem report, so...

She sustained blows to the head.

With what?

Likely a branch, or a log.

Why didn't he just shoot her?

He had a gun. I mean,

that's how he killed
his other victims, right?

He had an explanation for that.

But why would
a seasoned professional

test fire a gun
in broad daylight

in a park that's used by the public,
no matter how secluded?

I mean, come on. Did he have
an explanation for that?

I don't know.

Well, do you think he did it?

It's not for me to determine
guilt or innocence.

But for what it's worth,
he did display knowledge

that only the perpetrator
would know.

DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN
What...?

WHISPERS: Nikki.

What were you going to say?
Sorry.

Just had a call-out. The local
sergeant suspected suicide.

As it's one of their own, they...

Want a forensic pathologist
to attend?

Yeah. OK. Thanks.

Jason, I'm afraid I have to go.

Just then, you were...
You were going to say something.

You're not sure, are you?

You're not sure if it was him.

I have to go.

He was basically
questioning Booth's guilt,

confession, everything. Weird.

Huh? Weird. Very. The confession
that got him released.

So?

So if he's questioning Booth's
guilt, then maybe we should too.

PC David Nesbit.
Hello.

His name's Robert Andrews.

He's a custody sergeant.

He signed me in
when I processed Gary Booth.

Made a big deal of accompanying
me because he was convinced

Booth was dangerous. No signs of
a struggle. Who found the body?

I did.

I, er... I work
with Robert. Worked.

He didn't show up today, and he
wasn't answering his phone, so...

Door isn't forced.

Who let you in?

I have keys. I radioed Control.
He was obviously dead.

I asked paramedics
to help me cut him down.

I'll factor that into my findings.

Ligature mark is parchmented.

Rising posteriorly.

Ligature looks to be fashioned
from a dressing-gown cord,

tied with a simple slipknot.

Consistent with the mark
on the neck.

There's a small abrasion,
but no real bleeding.

Anything...out of the ordinary?

I'll know more when I do the PM.

Just for my report, PC Nesbit,
why do you have a set of keys?

Er...

Bob had his demons.

Drinking, mainly.

I was his accountability partner.

We was supposed to see a film last
night, but he blew me out.

Said... Said he wanted a quiet one.

Andrews.

It's just a bit
of a coincidence, isn't it,

that the only person with one-to-one
access to Booth winds up dead?

A bit, yes.

I think that DCI Bashir
doesn't know you're here.

And I think that you'd prefer
to keep it that way.

I would.

Well, I have worked with
the likes of your boss before.

She is a force to be reckoned with.

Yes, she is.

Well, you're a braver soul
than I am.

Look...

..I owe her everything.

She was my mentor
when I passed out,

she put me on
every fast track going,

and she's a really,
really great detective.

But...

Let's see what the PM
tells us, shall we?

SHE SIGHS
Thank you.

VIDEO: Jason's going to be
doing four sets of 20

because he was on
the beers last night.

Two! I had two beers.

Welcome.

Er, thank you for the invite.

Home sweet home.
Well, I mean, you know...

I really like what
you've done with the place.

LOIS: Yeah. It's nice
to see you, Jason.

Sit down, please.

So, how are you
finding everything?

Sorry. Silly question.

How does it feel to be
a free man, you mean?

Yeah.

Er, it's confusing.

Well...

..the most important thing
is that justice has been done.

I don't expect
we'll all be overnight friends

or that you'll forgive us
here and now.

Forgive us for what?

I think I know
what she's referring to, Adam.

For suppressing evidence.

What evidence was that, then?

Forbidding Saskia
from going to the police

about Alice's stalker
in case it muddied the waters.

DCI Alan Kershaw told us
you'd killed our daughter.

We had no reason to doubt him.

You had every reason.

I was family. You knew me!

Yeah. We did.

Adam... Sorry, what's that supposed
to mean, Adam?

Oh, come on, I'd like to know.

In fact, I demand to know,
cos I'm owed that!

Oh, you demand to know, do you?
OK, I'll tell you.

Tenacity PT's success
was 90% Alice,

and that's being kind.

And this coming from
the unemployed loser

squatting in his dead
sister's house.

You resented it bitterly. That's why
you embezzled the money!

How can I embezzle
my own money?

To prove her wrong. To prove that
you weren't just a passenger,

that you could do something
on your own!

Guys, please, please.
We need to move on.

And we can only do that if...

Saskia, your mother
lied to you, OK?

She never wanted to see me.
She wanted to see you.

LOIS: I've lost one daughter.

I can't lose two.

You follow him out that door,
you're never coming back.

He is innocent, Dad.

Even if this Booth did the deed,

doesn't mean he wasn't paid to.

I'd say you have a decision
to make, Saskia.

I'm sorry, Jason. I...

Jason, wait.

Now I just paid someone
to kill her.

They don't mean it.
Progress, I suppose.

Just cut them some slack, please.
Just cut me some slack.

What, because you told
the truth - eventually?

Big deal. Do you know what?
I have thanked you enough.

OK. I see how it is. You've...

You've got what you've wanted,
so now it's mask off.

What does that mean?

I serve one purpose -
I remind you of Alice.

Enough... Enough of the self-pity.
I am not her!

You didn't spend
the last five years in prison!

And God knows I loved her,
but she's not

this fucking saint that
everybody wants her to be!

What do you mean by that?

She was flesh and blood
like the rest of us.

That's not what you meant.

Saskia. Forget it.

"She wasn't a saint," you said.
"She wasn't a saint." How?

RON: Saskia.

Mm. Spot the difference.

No insole.

No insole. Mm.

The sock is damp,

with wood chippings
adhered to the underside.

Some bruising on the elbows, knees
and right shoulder.

Evidence of foul play?

Sufficient to give me
cause for concern, but...

..no, not enough to prove
foul play.

And faint oval bruises
on the neck.

Harriet, have a look at this.

Three on this side...

And one here.

Partially obscured
by the ligature marks.

Grip marks?

Possibly. The overlaying trauma
makes it hard to be definite.

The bruises seem almost healed.

Dead men don't bruise.
HARRIET CHUCKLES

To coin a phrase.

And, by the way, it's bloody
difficult to hang someone

and make it look like suicide.

Why? Because they kick off.

They fight back.

From what we have currently,
there's nothing definitive.

But I'll be very interested
to see what toxicology tells us.

The nails are chipped.

Some green fibres underneath.

HE SOBS

JACK: So, the chippings on the sock

are a veritable arboretum.
Ash, pine, oak...

Just the left sock?

Yeah. So he lost his sole
and picked up some woodchips.

Cinderella vibes.

I was thinking more
lumberyard vibes, or stables.

There's a few to choose from.

According to his phone records,

Andrews got an Uber
last night, if that helps.

If it was from a lumberyard,
then, yeah.

Sorry. Blackwater Roundabout.

Seven arterial roads.

Last but not least,
Manor Royal Industrial Park.

How did I find you?
I'm a detective.

At least I know now why you're
not picking up your phone.

Look, boss, Andrews
was the duty Sergeant...

Who processed Booth
into custody along with

scores of other prisoners!
So what?

I think DI Ferris
was trying to be thorough.

With regard to what?

The nature of Andrews' death, given
his unique access to Gary Booth.

Suicide or foul play.

If it was the latter,
then that, at the very least,

calls into question
Booth's confession.

And? Have you found any evidence
Andrews' death was suspicious?

Nothing definitive. OK, good.
Thank you. I have my answer.

But there are questions
and anomalies,

and we're waiting
for full tox results.

OK. Meantime, let me
flesh things out for you.

Andrews had a history of depression

related to issues
of gambling and alcohol.

He also OD'd on
sleeping pills five years ago

and was on medical leave
for six months.

Oh, boss, I'm so sorry.

If you'd come to me
in the first place rather than

sneaking off behind my back,
you would know all this.

Just wanted to rule out the link.

All you've done is muddy the waters!
We might have charged Booth,

but now we have to build a case.

That is our focus,

not the unrelated death
of a duty sergeant

Booth only had
fleeting contact with!

And if we find further evidence that
Andrews' death was suspicious?

Then a local murder team will
launch a separate investigation.

But then you're presupposing
that there's no link.

Thank you, Dr Alexander.
Shall we?

What are you so afraid of,
DCI Bashir?

I just told you. Split focus.

Look, I don't know how
you do things in London,

but I am not used to having
my operational decisions

questioned by pathologists.

HE TYPES

What are you saying to him?

What are you telling him, Rob?

Rob, what are you doing?

Hey, Kit, what time did Andrews
get that Uber?

9.15.

Hello?

KNOCKS ON DOOR
Hello?

Hello?

DOOR BANGS SHUT

LIGHTS CLANK ON

FOOTSTEPS

All right?

Boss? Boss!

Shit.

MAN: Oi! We're shut.

Easy.

Easy, lads.

I'm not the police.

My name's Jack Hodgson.
I'm a forensic scientist.

What do you want?

I just have some questions
about a Robert Andrews.

That's all.

I think he might have
been here last night.

Why are you asking about Andrews?

Cos he's dead.

We're trying to establish
his movements.

What's your name?

Feng.

Believe me, Feng,
our interest is in Andrews.

Nothing else.

He owed us money.
A few thousand.

Last night, he showed up with it.

Hello, hello, hello.
What's all this, then?

I've come here for
two reasons, Feng.

To settle up, and to win.

I'm feeling lucky.

It's Bob's Full House.
HE LAUGHS

HE COUGHS

Peg five, please, Arnold.

I thank you.

And one for yourself, sir.
Thank you very much.

You're not welcome here.

What you on about? We're square.

Get out! What, you scared about
how much I'm going to win?

Oi!

Hey!

Give me my money back!

It's not your money.

You said your lads here
grabbed him. Where?

His arms. Hands.

Where else?

It's very important
you're accurate about this.

ROBERT YELLS

Why didn't you want Andrews'
custom? Too much trouble?

And?

Last year, he smashed up
a place after a bad night.

Another casino?

He got off. Good lawyer.

Plus, he's a cop.

Different rules apply.

Clearly.

The cash he paid you with -
I'm going to need a sample.

PHONE BEEPS

Nikki Alexander.

A Jason Webb to speak to you.

Put him through, please.

Hello?

Hello, er, it's Jason Webb.

What can I do for you, Jason?

I hope it's OK me calling.

I wanted to thank you
for your kindness earlier.

No problem.

I just, er... Well, I'd really
like to meet and talk

just to reassure myself
I'm not going mad.

That's not my role, Jason.

Look, I get that, OK? I do.

But I can't go to the police.

Why not?

Because I have history
with DI Jilly Bashir,

the loyal Rottweiler
to Alan Kershaw,

who pursued me relentlessly
in the face of all the evidence.

She's DCI Bashir now.

OK, well, her reward for her
part in my wrongful conviction.

HE SIGHS
Look, I just want to be sure

Gary Booth
really did kill my wife.

Can you blame me for that?

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Thanks for agreeing to this.

I haven't agreed to anything.

I have a team briefing
in ten minutes.

I know you think
you owe DCI Bashir a debt.

I do owe her a debt.

I'm not sure
this is a loyalty thing.

I think she might disagree.

It's your job
to ask questions, Claire.

Without fear or favour.

No hierarchy works like that.

What's the alternative?

Keep your head down?
Bite your tongue?

What's that going to do
to you long-term?

There he is.

What did Alice tell you
about her stalker?

Well, this is it.
It was all just so vague.

I mean, a stalker means gifts,
creepy poems...

..silent calls, right?

And there was none of that?

She just said that
when she was, er, shopping

or working late
or running on the common,

she could feel a presence,

eyes on her.

Woodruff Common?

Yeah. She said that's where
she came closest to seeing his face.

TWIG SNAPS

ALICE: I can see you!

I saw you!

And you told the police
all of this?

Specifically your boss,
Jilly Bashir,

but she didn't believe me.

OK, fine. Not even my barrister

would push the stalker angle in
court. Said it sounded made up.

Someone left this
on Woodruff Common.

At the burial site?

"The love of my life. S. Kiss."

It's familiar to you?

OK, look...

I was no angel, OK?
Not by any stretch.

But, my God, I loved Alice.
We were... We were engaged.

It was just a crazy time.

So what are you telling us?
That Alice was seeing someone else?

Maybe.

And that person left this flower?

Well, I don't know.
I was hoping you could tell me.

But you asked me
if...the S was familiar.

DOOR OPENS/JASON CLOSES BOOK

Hey. Jase.

I think we're going to scale back
the content around the wedding.

It just... It feels like
we're milking it, right?

Yeah. I think
it could feel like that.

OK.

Er, what's this?

Someone sent me it the other day.

Oh, yeah?

Er, just someone?

Babe, come on.
You know what they say -

Don't go looking in
your girlfriend's handbag,

or you might find
what you're looking for.

JASON LAUGHS UNEASILY

Seriously, Al, who sent it?
Who's S?

Er, no idea.

PHONE BUZZES

Come on, it's not like people
don't send you stuff.

Richard Mazer.

Just someone who happened
to know your favourite poet?

Which is not hard.
It's on my profile page.

Oh!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hangover insecurity.

I'm sorry. Yeah. You stink.

BOTH LAUGH

But... Mm?

Seriously, people in glass houses...

So you could get, er, DNA
and prints off it, right?

The book? Yeah.

Potentially, yes. OK, so...

..you could compare it
to whatever you find on there.

And if it does turn out
that it's the same person,

what do you think
that will tell us?

That there's another player
in this you never looked at,

never knew existed.

In addition to the stalker?

It just doesn't feel like
the same person to me.

Do you know what happened
to the poetry book?

It'll be with her stuff
in my old house.

How can we help you?

What evidence? It's something
that's come to light

since Alice's body was discovered.

We're just dotting the I's
and crossing the T's.

Sorry. Jilly Bashir told us
she has no doubt

this man Booth killed Alice.

Which is why he's been charged.

But we have to build a case
beyond that confession,

and physical evidence
is central to that.

Does Jilly know you're here?

I've worked under DCI Bashir
for the last two years now.

Where will we find Alice's things?

You still haven't told us
what you're looking for.

A book.

Here's the warrant.

So much for preserving
their daughter's possessions.

Maybe they knew
she wasn't coming back.

Joke.

I hope.

If we find this book,
and it's a big if,

we'll be lucky to get anything
except fungal spores.

OK. Stay positive and that.

Goodnight, Kit. Night, Kit.

Tara.

SHE HUMS

Tada!

Anything?
A few sets of prints.

On the database?

Checking, checking.

Come on.

Oh.

DNA might be a different story.

Sure. Keep me posted.

Are you looking for this?

"From S, always."

Thank you...

Saskia. Saskia Hill.

How did you know?

I said something
I shouldn't have to Jason.

About Alice not being a saint?

A few months before the wedding,

Alice told me she was
seeing someone.

That he was really nice,
but he was married and...

Well, she still loved Jason, so...

She was going to end it?

What was his name?

She wouldn't tell me.

But she told you he'd
given her this.

For her birthday.

When did you retrieve it?

Today.

OK, I'm going to need
your prints and DNA

for elimination purposes.

Anything?

Common or garden spores? Yep.

Prints and DNA? Not so much.

What do you make of this?

Y-O-U.

"somewhere I have never
travelled, gladly beyond...

.."your eyes
have their silence:

"in your most frail gesture
are things which enclose me,

"or which I cannot touch
because they are too near"

"your slightest look
easily will unclose me..."

"though I have closed myself
as fingers,

"you open always, petal by petal
myself as Spring opens

"touching skilfully, mysteriously

"her first rose."

Well, don't I feel like
a single Pringle!

CHUCKLES

LAUGHTER

"Things I cannot touch
because they are too near."

It's quite a stalkery poem.

Is it?

There's no way her stalker and
her mystery man are the same guy?

Jason says not.

Can we trust him?

About any of this?

When he wrote that,
he put his hand down.

Might be lucky and get a print.

Might be lucky.

Tox results are in
on Sergeant Andrews.

High levels of sedative
in his blood.

Diazepam. How high?

Incapacitating.
No way he hung himself?

Couldn't even hang up his hat.

So we know Andrews
came into money recently,

paid off his gambling debts
in cash,

but he didn't get
what he wanted.

What, a seat at the table? Mm.

Chance to make it all back? Mm-hm.

So what does he do?
Did he go back

to the source of the cash
for a second helping?

If so, what did he do
to earn it in the first place?

Let's say Andrews was paid
to give the location

of Alice's body to Gary Booth.

Whoever it was,
Andrews has them over a barrel.

And now they realise
he's going to keep coming back,

it's back to Plan B. Never pay
the blackmailer twice.

Meet Andrews at his flat.
Play along.

Maybe even bring the cash.

We know from the state
of his liver that Andrews

had a history of alcoholism.

So perhaps they dosed his drink
with enough sedatives

to incapacitate him...

And staged an apparent suicide.

Challenging, but doable
with no time constraints.

So the $64 million question is,
who is "they"?

Jason Webb?

Possible, but unlikely.

When Gary Booth was arrested,

Jason was still detained
at His Majesty's pleasure.

Oh, what's that?

In the nick, darling.

What about Andrews'
accountability partner?

PC Nesbit.

PHONE BUZZES

Bashir? Yeah.

I pulled a sickie today.
I'm on borrowed time.

KIT GUFFAWS

Look at this.
Prints on the poetry book

match the prints
on the flowers!

Same guy, five years apart.

Any matches on the database?

No. Alice's mystery guy
is still a mystery.

Kit?

Oh! They deserve to go to jail
for negligence.

Such a lovely edition.
Can you tie it to a sale, Fanny?

Miss Bogle to you.

Miss Bogle.

Hmm.

Hmm!

If they used a card, perhaps.

Five years on?

You'll be lucky.

The inside jacket
said it was bought for £109.

Oh, so I'm supposed to just
drop everything I'm doing

and dust off my ledgers?

I saw that look.

Sorry. You're thinking,

"Stupid old cow. She's got
nothing better to do."

I'm... I'm thinking
nothing of the sort.

Mm. Mm.

Um, so are you going to
help us or...?

No?

Yes. No...?

Come into my shop
asking for receipts!

Five years. Five years!

"Fanny." Who's she...
Who's she talking to?

I mean, forget my name...

Can you suggest a date?

It was a birthday gift for
someone born on the 5th of May.

So let's start with
the 3rd and 4th of May.

Year? 2021.

I've got the transaction
for the book.

Nice one, Kit. Thank you.

OK, I need you to turn
that transaction

into a name and address,

and I don't care how many
corners you cut to do it.

Corners - done. Snip-snip.

How? There's no way
Bob wouldn't fight back,

I mean, tooth and nail.

We believe he was
heavily sedated

before the killer put
the noose around his neck.

Oh, Christ!

Who was it?

Well, you must have a suspect.

Look, I don't need to tell you
that Robert was a fiery character.

He had a fair few enemies.

We were hoping you might be able
to help us to narrow it down.

He had a good side.
He really did.

But the gambling ruined him.

Now they're going to drag
his name through the mud.

You don't want to let him down?

At the same time,

if you can help us find out
who did this...

..I can't think of a better
way of honouring his memory.

OK.

Um...

Booth's first morning
in the cell...

..Robert manually cut
the recording feed.

For how long?

30 minutes. But there's a fail-safe
in case of a power outage.

Yeah, he must have forgotten.

He wasn't
the most technically minded.

You've seen the missing
footage, haven't you, David?

Rob must've told him
he's cut the camera.

Can you zoom in there?

What's he looking at?

CLAIRE: Isn't that the tree?

Punch in on the map.

That's Woodruff Common.

X marks the spot.

Why would Booth put his hand up
for Alice Hill if he didn't do it?

Money.

But he's in for life.
He's never getting out.

All the more reason
to provide for his daughter.

VEHICLE PULLS UP NEARBY

VEHICLE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

CLAIRE: Steve Gantry?
Yeah?

DI Claire Ferris.

It's about Alice, isn't it?

Come on.

Am I under arrest?

No. Do I have to give my DNA?

No. Although a warrant to compel
you is likely to be granted.

Mm.

Go on, then.

Open your mouth.

Thanks.

Seems like you've worked hard to
find me, which is ironic.

Why is that? Because I had
everything to lose.

My happy marriage, my anonymity.

But I did the right thing.
I came forward.

When Alice went missing?

Well, no. Not immediately. Not
until you arrested her husband.

And then I had no choice.

Why?

Because I knew she had a stalker.

A seriously
dangerous individual

who didn't seem to be
on your radar back then.

I heard him up on the roof,

and I ran downstairs
and went after him.

But I lost him.
I lost him in the trees.

But what if I hadn't?

You know, that's what I keep
asking myself.

What if I'd reacted a bit quicker?
What if I'd caught him?

Listen. Listen, Steve. Steve.

We have a very strong suspect.
I can't say more than that,

but there's no sense
in making this official

and you ruining your marriage
for no good reason.

Whoever this weirdo was
in your cellar...

Attic. Whoever he was,

he had nothing to do
with Alice's murder, OK?

PHONE RINGS

Give me a minute.

Hello? Now we know why
Bashir wanted to move on.

"Nothing to see here."

She wilfully ignored evidence
Alice had a stalker.

And a lover.

It didn't fit
the Jason Webb narrative,

so it was screened out.

"Suppressed" would be
another word.

What are you going to do?

Confront her.
I'm done with sneaking around.

What about this cottage?
Worth a visit, I reckon.

Forensics? Five years on?

Any other room in the house, no.

The attic...

DOOR OPENS

It's just at the end of this lane.

Has it changed much?

Nah.

We don't really get out here much.

Thinking about selling it, but...

Where did he make his escape?

Through the attic window.

And then I chased him
into the woods.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Jason Webb!

He followed us! Nikki...

Is this who I think it is?
Is this him?!

Turn around and go.

No, I'd like to meet him.
I'd like to shake his hand.

Then I'll beat him
into his fucking grave!

Jason! You said all that
matters is getting to the truth

of what happened to Alice.

We're close. Really close.
Don't get in the way of that.

What's his name?

Go, now.

For Alice's sake.

Boss? Mm?

What does the name
Steve Gantry mean to you?

I could be wrong, but he might have
made a hole in the ceiling.

Above the bed?

I mean, what else
was he doing up there?

You decorated since?

No. Oh, shit. Yes.

Right. Er, could get messy.

This is going to
take a while, Steve.

Where are you?

In bed. Huh?

Huh? Where are you?

Shine the light.

When did you get so boring?

Found it.

There's a hair.

Follicle?

If it hasn't dried out...

There it is. Mm-hm.

Hmm.

Think he used that to make the hole?

Look at that. Got to be some prints
on this, right?

I think you trumped
my follicle.

Belt and braces, baby.

YELLING OUTSIDE: Help!

Help!

Steve? Steve?

In the woods!

Steve?

Here!

I'm here.

Steve?
STEVE GRUNTS

Steve.

Shit. Nikki.

OK. We're here. We're going
to get you some help.

He's been stabbed.
He's bleeding out.

There's a phone in the house. OK.

STEVE MUMBLES AND GROANS

Steve, it's OK.

STEVE YELLS

FIRE CRACKLING

WHOOSHING

What?

GLASS SHATTERS

How is he?

They think he'll be OK.

It's all gone - the evidence.

Who knew we were coming, Nikki?

CLAIRE: You told Dr Alexander

you were going to beat
Steve Gantry into his grave.

How likely am I to say that
then actually do it?

Mm? How stupid would I have to be?

You didn't tell anyone
that you were there?

No. Why would I?

Or that Steve Gantry
had a cottage in East Dean Forest?

No.

Er, I mean, I told
my lawyer, Richard. That's it.

Richard Mazer?

Yeah. He's...

He's my confidant.
I tell him everything.

Does he tell you everything?

Richard?

No. I mean, no way.

Someone attacked Steve Gantry
in that wood,

someone who knew he'd be there.

CLAIRE: How long has Mazer
worked for you?

From the very beginning.

First he was
our personal solicitor...

..Then when the company
took off...

He's been great.
He's handled everything.

CLAIRE: So he was around
Alice a lot?

Y...

OK, look, this is
absolutely nuts, OK?

Is it?

You said your barrister
didn't push the stalker angle

because it sounded made up.

Was that Mazer's suggestion?

You won leave to appeal
on the basis

of Saskia verifying
the stalker's existence, yes?

Yeah, basically.

Maybe Mazer didn't like
that direction of travel.

So he made a pre-emptive strike,

paid Booth to confess
to Alice's murder

and fed him the location
of the body through Andrews.

Yeah. That only stands up if we
can connect Mazer and Andrews.

Maybe we can.

Andrews smashed up
a casino last year,

but got off because,
and I quote,

"he had a good lawyer".

JILLY: Check the personnel database.

Any complaints against an officer
will be fully documented.

On it. Thank you.

SHE SIGHS
Yes.

Andrews was represented
by Richard Mazer.

Wait, there was something. Er...

I mean, I dismissed it.

It's our...our wedding promo video.

It should be on
the old Tenacity PT website.

I mean, if it still exists.

BELLS PEAL/CHEERING

CHEERING INTENSIFIES

Whoo! Yes!

CHEERING CONTINUES

Go back. I want to see that again.

Richard, listen, I need you
to come and meet me, OK?

Yeah. What's up?
I'm in the gym. You all right?

Yeah, don't know. Probably
just jumping at shadows.

Yeah, probably.
Want to come to the office?

Er, no, I need you
to come and meet me, OK?

CHEERING
Whoo! Yes!

JILLY: Stop there, please.

Can you zoom in on that?

JACK: Not a happy chappy.

Jason!

Get a fix on his phone.

Never a dull moment.

Thanks for coming, Richard.

Always.

What is it?

Jason?

I keep thinking about that email
that Alice got on our honeymoon.

You know, the one that blew
everything up.

The one about me
siphoning off money.

Ancient history.
Don't beat yourself up.

I'm not. I keep thinking about
the person who made sure

she got that email,
but in a way that it looked...

..innocent, just accidental.

Like a bounce-back message.

Then the chain underneath just
happened to lay it all out bare,

and that was the end
of the honeymoon.

I don't know where
you're going with this.

The police are on
their way, Richard.

They know.

I just need to hear it from you.

I need to know what you did to her!

Alice?

Richard! What are you doing here?

I needed to speak to you
one to one.

You know you can do that
any time, right?

No. Jason's always there, and...

..it concerns him.

OK.

You did the right thing
breaking off the honeymoon.

Now you need to break off
the marriage.

Oh, Richard...

Jason knows that he's messed up.

Jason...

I'm lost.

What have you got there?
Same knife you used on Gantry?

All I ever did
was try to help you, Jason.

You...

..and Alice.

He doesn't deserve you, Alice.
He doesn't fucking deserve you!

And nor does Steve.

Oh, God. It's you, isn't it?

It's you!

I trusted you above...
Above everybody!

And...you could trust me again.

Fuck you!

Alice!

Alice, please!

ALICE YELLS

SHE CRIES OUT

Stop!

Don't, Richard. Stop it!

Richard! Stop!

SHE CRIES OUT

HE YELLS

No! No!

SHE CRIES OUT

What did you do?!

Tell me!

Wait, please. Jason, please!
I'm listening!

I said I'm listening!

OK, OK. OK, OK.

I just wanted to warn her.

Just wanted to advise her,
like I always did.

About what?!

Fuck off!

ALICE SOBS

About what?!

SLICING THUD/RICHARD CRIES OUT

RICHARD GROANS

JASON BREATHES HEAVILY

I'm sorry.