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It's the reunion I mentioned.

We all lived together at York Uni.

We were playing a game of murder in the dark.

Ready? I thought it was part of the game.

Oh, my God.

Oh, good.

You're here. There was somebody by the library.

Couldn't tell you.

You don't think it was one of us.

You trying to throw me under the bus to shift the blame?

And Bec said she barely knew him. I thought I heard footsteps. It sounded

they were coming from above.

I have.

A theory. That structure's on the floorboard.

We're not alone.

Where is the police?

You shouldn't be in here.

Hello, mate. Hello, Mum.

Come on, Luna.

Good girl, good girl. Come on.

Come on, Judith.

She's not picking up.

Listen, um, is it strange that we're both here, you know, at the same time?

Brendan, we're in the middle of a murder investigation. Yeah, I know, but it's

just for the cops. What?

Well, I travelled faster, see? Something like that.

Did you kill him?

Did you kill Freddy? What?

Of course I didn't. I didn't kill anyone.

This is my house.

I'm Hector Bly. You've been spying on us. Not on you. On the house. On my

belongings. Look, I'm not going to hurt you. Let's put this down, shall we?

I haven't hurt anyone.

Sit down.

Even if you're telling the truth, this is all still highly illegal. She's

absolutely right.

It's against the law to record guests in a privately rented accommodation.

Mr. Bly, meet D .I. Malick.

Tanika, our ghost has been found.

Look, this camera's on Ulrich the Bear.

This on the armour.

The French cabinet was a wedding present. And that painting's an

can't believe you've been sat up here the whole time watching us.

A few months ago, some drunken lout smashed my medal cabinet.

I thought I'm not having it. Mr Blight, you're aware there's a murder

investigation going on inside your house that you're now a viable suspect for? I

didn't even know the chap.

Look, if I was going to murder a guest, which I wouldn't...

I've had a lot worse groups than this one. We're going to need the files from

last night. Please download them. But I'll still need you to come to the

station, answer some questions.

This way, please.

I must say, this is a complete affront.

And I shall be sending you a bill for that attic door you both busted. Trust

lot to be so heavy -handed. If the door hadn't mysteriously locked itself, Mr

Bly, we wouldn't have had to break it.

What would you rent your household if you don't want death?

This place has been in my family for 300 years. You think I want to be the one

who has to sell it?

This should have all the footage from yesterday until a few minutes ago.

Thank you.

Hector, a quick question for you.

Questions, questions.

Have you by any chance seen a copy of this book in the last day? Never seen

book before in my life. How long will this take?

You want me to sit in the back like a criminal?

Well, it would be a bit cosy if you joined us at the front, wouldn't you?

Mind your head.

I've already

told DC Hackett my lawyer won't be

able to get here until the morning. We're more than happy to wait. Right.

I'll see you then.

Come on, Jess.

Can I call you Jess?

No. Right.

Well, I was just going to say that, you know, it could get messy, mixing

personal with professional, especially since you had an affair with the victim.

How on earth did you jump to that conclusion?

You requested a receipt for a hotel room booked under Freddie's name on the

night of the reunion, and you told us that you didn't see him that evening.

I wasn't having an affair with Freddie.

So how do you explain the receipt?

It's complicated.

I'm not denying I asked for it.

Oh!

It's awkward, isn't it?

I mean, sometimes people do stuff. They don't want to be seen by anyone or

caught.

And that's it, isn't it?

You might not have been having an affair with Freddie, but you knew that he was

having an affair.

And why would you ask for the receipt unless it was useful to you for another

reason?

Things have been rough at work.

There was a partner position opening up.

It's competitive, so I had to bring something big to the table.

What does that have to do with Freddie?

His wife's company developed a hybrid solar generator system.

Say what now?

It's amazing for the environment, and it would have brought in a ton of money. I

saw him with that woman at the hotel by accident, and it was like it just fell

into my lap.

I'm hardly proud... Of blackmailing your friend?

I'm assuming that's what you did.

After a little push, Freddie agreed to help.

But the contracts weren't signed yet.

I mean, why would I do him any harm before the deal was done?

You stalled us by a day.

You're not students anymore. I need you all to grow up and start cooperating.

That means you as well.

Look, there is something else you should know.

The woman, the one Freddie was having an affair with.

Her name's Sasha Hill.

Hill as in Ryan's ex -wife.

Good Lord.

And that's all I know.

A moment,

Judith. How can I help?

Don't think it went unnoticed that you and Bex found that room together.

Solid teamwork, that. When Bex specifically wasn't supposed to be

It was entirely my fault, I assure you. I coerced her.

Bex has already been seen to withhold information.

If the CPS heard about her involvement, it could jeopardise the conviction down

the line and mean no more investigating for you.

At all.

Ever.

I know you don't want that.

It would never come to that.

I promise. But it so easily could if you carry on as you have been.

You have to take this seriously.

I will. We will, Gav.

I managed to track down Thasher Hill.

She's in Singapore for work. Been there the last week.

Right. Well, let's see what Ryan has to say. I think we'll take this one.

Oh, please, you go ahead.

I told us, didn't I? Us? I wasn't even involved.

Oh, I'm guilty by association now.

Where's your van?

And why's Luna here?

You will not believe we're bumped into at speed dating.

Have you got news?

We actually have more questions.

Did Freddie ever talk to you about his marriage?

About him and Marie?

Not really.

Why? Did he seem happy?

Yeah. I mean, he wouldn't shut up about the new job.

But he talked about Marie, their daughter Ellie, too.

They were taking her to Disneyland in the summer.

I can't get my head around it.

Why are you asking about Marie?

Well, new evidence suggests that Freddie was having an affair in the months

before his death.

Did you know anything about that?

No.

I thought Freddie was happy.

He adored Marie.

Are you sure?

Ryan, the woman he was having an affair with was Sasha Hill.

Sasha?

And Freddie?

Your friend was having an affair with your ex -wife and you knew nothing about

it?

You think I knew?

And what?

Killed him for it?

Sasha and I married at 23, but we were divorced.

By 27.

I haven't even spoken to her in about a decade.

It all got a bit messy when she came for a piece of my foundation.

We heard you and Freddie were rivals.

Well, yeah, we competed over everything at uni.

Including girlfriends.

I guess.

But that was all a very long time ago.

And you don't think Freddie was trying to provoke a reaction?

I think you know enough about Freddie by now to know that if he wanted a

reaction, he'd have been pretty vocal about him and Sasha.

Tell me I'm wrong.

I believe him. I don't think he knew about the affair.

I'm inclined to agree.

Every lead, it's all a bloody dead end with this lying and cheating.

It's exhausting.

Let's hope Hector Bligh's camera footage sheds some light.

I can't believe it. I knew I heard footsteps upstairs, but the idea that he

there the whole time... There's some croissants here if you want one.

OK.

Jess, we should talk.

Una wasn't trying to throw you under the bus.

Plus, I'm the one who passed that information on.

I'm going this afternoon.

I know it'll make me look guilty, but... I already do.

Thanks to you both.

Pot -kettled black.

I was telling the truth.

Everyone seems really keen on that. I'm not upset you told the police.

Someone murdered Freddie. Of course you should tell the police.

But you didn't tell me.

Well, I didn't think you cared.

It's the principle.

Do you know how stupid I feel?

Knowing that you and Freddie have this little secret behind my back. I'd say

we're all feeling a little betrayed here.

Get in line.

Your ego's the least of our worries.

Can we just talk this out?

How did you skate under the police radar?

What, one quick chat and they're not interested in you?

And eavesdropping on conversations that don't concern you. You seem really

interested in what's happening to us. It's not Una's fault. Don't defend her.

I know you were listening too. You're not as perfect as you think you are. I

don't think I'm perfect. I'm done. I'm going.

I'm going to call home.

And we think we can pinpoint the moment of Freddie's death.

Look, here.

Una is in the frame at 21 .21 and 34 seconds.

That's where she hears Freddie shout.

It also means Una's alibi checks out, so that's a good start.

Well, this is even better.

There's a camera in the entrance hall pointing at the bear.

Bex passes it seconds before the shout.

And immediately afterwards, her and Jessica enter frame and head towards the

stairs. So that leaves Ryan and Oscar.

Anything?

Look at this camera.

Wait for it.

21, 21 and 34 seconds.

So, Oscar.

You might stop enjoying this so much now.

21, 21 and 34.

That's all of them. Yep.

Yeah, they were all on camera at the time of death or immediately afterwards.

What about Hector Bly? Well, there's a camera blind spot around his secret room

that we did a sweep of his computer to check his alibi, and he was playing

internet chess at the time. Yeah, it's called Blitz Chess. It's super fast.

Every move is recorded on the server.

We didn't have time to leave his desk during the match.

Then who killed Freddy?

I don't understand.

We've already been over this. You know where we were and what happened.

And you said we're on cameras. We can't be one of us. Our problem lies in the

fact that two of you saw another person outside the library.

But if the evidence suggests there wasn't, then surely that's the most

option. It was dark. I don't think they know what they saw. We didn't just

imagine someone.

He's right. There was definitely someone there.

But I don't get it.

You find a secret room with someone hiding back there, watching us, and

questioning us.

Surely he was outside the library.

Mr. Bly has an alibi covering that period of time. So do we.

Oh, she speaks.

Just because I'm not getting angry doesn't mean I don't want to get out of

as much as you do. No, you're loving the gossip too much. You're not being

helpful. Oi!

Enough!

In case you've forgotten, you're all part of a murder investigation.

We are trying to get to the truth. We've told you everything we know.

I just want to go home.

I'm already packed.

We're trying to get to the bottom of this as quickly as we possibly can, and

that to happen, we really need you to stay here.

You were due to check out in two hours anyway.

Stay until then, and then leave as planned.

Whatever you need.

I can do two hours.

Okay. Fine.

Who's that?

This? Detective Blythe? You've got a nerve coming back here. This is my

Where else would I go?

Don't mind me.

Oh, come in. It's open.

Oh.

Mrs. Potts, I've got my quote.

I thought I'd deliver it. A little example of the personal service you can

expect. Apply.

Oh.

Now, that's impressive.

Yeah, I've always been good at word searches, me.

For those cryptic crosswords. Clues in that.

Never meant any sense.

Oh, it's just a matter of practice.

And patience.

Some of it's as simple as words with multiple meanings.

For example, you might write shark.

Now, you could mean the titular star of the film, Jaws, or you could mean

someone who purposefully exploits and swindles people.

I've not seen the film.

Then there are hidden words.

How do you hide words?

Well, you hide smaller words in larger words or phrases.

You know, thank you so much for your quote, but I'm afraid I have to go. If I

could just have a minute... No, there's somewhere I need to be really quite

urgently. If you could just... Again?

You've been extremely helpful, but I'm afraid I won't require your services.

But I will leave you an excellent review.

Right, yeah, sure.

What's the problem?

We aren't going to be able to stall them any longer and we don't have the

evidence to detain them.

Once they scatter back across the country, it's going to make everything

I need you to double -check everything we've got so far, and any time someone

from that house appears on one of Hector's cameras, I want it logged.

As far as I'm concerned, any of them can still be responsible.

We're missing something.

for you.

Quiet. You're going to get me in trouble with Tanika.

Again.

What's going on?

We need to ask Hector a question.

And we thought it might be best coming from you.

He was hardly my biggest fan.

But you're so good with people.

Even Mrs.

Eddingham's obsessed with you. You're so personable and...

Lovely. Yes, exactly.

But he's... Bex, if you help us with this, we'll tell you all about Susie's

with Brendan.

Susie's what with who? Come on.

Walk this way.

Keep off the grass.

Sorry. Sorry.

You here to accuse me of murder again?

No, it's just you have a really beautiful home.

I didn't have a chance to say before.

Anything else?

I had a small question.

Yep.

Your beautiful library.

I was walking around there earlier and thought, you know what I fancy?

Reading something a bit gothic.

I don't suppose you have a copy of Dracula, do you?

You think my house is like Dracula's castle?

Not at all.

I just loved that story and thought I'd pass the time.

Better than burying my head in my phone.

People are too reliant on technology these days. I don't trust it.

It's in the library, far left shelf, high up. There's an entire Gothic

Thank you.

The grass!

Keep off the grass!

Susie, so you just talked...

No sparks.

There wasn't time for anything else.

You know, you really sold this as a more exciting story.

Well, it got you to talk to Hector, didn't it? And that got us here.

Oh.

Wait, wait, wait.

Here we go.

No, hang on.

Dracula?

How is that possible?

Did he have two copies? Not exactly.

Freddie needed a book that was bigger than Ryan's.

And a title he could easily remember.

For a man who did his PhD in Gothic literature, Dracula would have been an

obvious choice.

He ripped out the pages and used it to hide Ryan's book.

So why would he do that?

Because I think this book is important.

And he needed to keep it safe.

Another nice message from Ryan.

Exactly like the others.

There's got to be something.

Wait, wait. There's something tucked inside.

What is it?

It says York University.

It's the front cover of a dissertation.

Oh, this is the essay that got Oscar thrown out of uni.

So why would Freddie have this?

He was working back at York. Maybe he found it.

But shoving this in Oscar's face, that could have pushed him over the edge.

We need to go and talk to him.

We found Freddie's copy of Ryan's book.

Oh.

Good.

This was inside.

It had been hidden quite strategically.

What are you insinuating?

Freddie brought it back to taunt you about your failure.

That's why you killed him, isn't it?

What are you talking about?

I didn't kill Freddie. You didn't mind Freddie's outburst about the muddy

trousers. But having him mock you about the worst moment in your life... Nah, it

was all too much, wasn't it?

You killed him and went to great lengths to hide the evidence.

No, no, that's not what happened. It doesn't look good, does it?

It's evidence that links you directly to the murder victim and it gives you a

motive.

Oscar, please, just tell us the truth.

This is the first time I've seen it, honestly.

Even if Freddie was going to show me, he didn't have a chance before he died.

Why would he bother hiding it if he didn't know you had it? I'm telling you,

don't know.

I'm not going to get blamed for something I didn't do again. Not when

else is bolting around, behaving terribly.

Jessica blackmailing Freddie.

Ryan playing the nice guy, pretending he doesn't care that Freddie's sleeping

with Sasha.

Those dip... He didn't even write the dedication.

I did.

Big shot didn't have time, apparently. And Una pestering us all to come here

then throwing around the blame behind everyone's back.

I don't even know these people anymore.

What happened to get you expelled from university?

They found evidence of plagiarism in the essay and matched the signature on the

cover sheet of one of my passports.

And in their minds, I was instantly guilty.

Did you find it? I tried, but when I went to find the original essay on my

laptop, the entire folder was gone. I don't know if someone deleted it or if

was just a computer error, but there was no trace at all.

No proof it ever existed.

Oh, that's convenient.

I swear I'd never seen the plagiarized version before.

You must believe me, surely.

I don't want this.

It's all happening again, isn't it?

No one believed me then and now. No one will believe I didn't kill Freddy.

What's up?

Something's not right.

I know that look.

It doesn't make sense.

We're assuming Freddie hid a single piece of paper, yes?

So why did he go to such lengths to hide it?

He could have slipped this bit of paper into any book on that shelf and it would

have taken us days, maybe even weeks to find it.

But he hid it alongside this book.

Go on.

Well, it suggests they're only incriminating if they're together.

A clue hidden within a clue.

Here, hold this open for a moment.

Look at the back.

The handwriting doesn't match.

If what Oscar said was true... Then the writing in the book is his.

So why doesn't it match the handwriting on the back of the cover sheet?

I think someone forged this cover sheet to make it look like Oscar had written

the plagiarized essay.

But who?

What if Freddy did it?

Oscar found out and wanted revenge.

Maybe.

But we need to work out...

Whose handwriting this is?

How are we going to get handwriting samples from a group of people who are

already on high alert?

Well, if it's one of our suspects, this could point us towards the killer.

But is it enough to implicate them?

Travel sweet.

Cheers.

How can I help, Mrs Potts? Well, I know you're busy logging Hector's footage,

but I wondered if you could kindly take me through some of it.

Sure thing.

But all our suspects are accounted for. Yeah, except this person.

And if it wasn't Hector, who was it? Well, that's exactly what we're here to

and work out.

They were mostly in the kitchen and sitting room.

This is when they leave for lunch.

And then... Stop!

Who's that?

4 .17pm.

That's before the guests came back for dinner.

That's Ryan. He got back earlier to do the treasure hunt.

Of course he did.

Got excited, thought I'd found something. Could you take us forward to

moment Freddie died?

Here we go.

Here you are.

And there's Oscar.

And Brian.

I think this might be the quietest you two have ever been.

Sorry, didn't mean to disturb.

What have you got?

No, that's it.

What is?

There's no sound.

Judith, we need to have clearer conversations when this happens.

Could you play that one more time for me, please?

They're all turning toward the noise.

In their witness statement, they all say they heard the shout.

Now, if the shout came from the library, Oscar would have looked down and left.

But on the footage, he instinctively looks down and right.

Oh, that's very clever.

I think I know who the killer is.

We have to get back to the house.

And I need to make a call.

Well, we better get our gates on.

Everyone getting ready to leave.

My band's around the back, Judy.

Judy, are you sure this is the right way? Trust me, Judy.

We came from time.

Can't wait here forever.

We're heading to the same station, so it just makes sense.

I'm not running.

I don't think that.

Call me if you need anything.

I'll message you.

I'm going nowhere.

Are you crazy?

Are you mad? We know who murdered Freddie.

The police are on their way.

You need to come back to the house. If you're still suggesting I'm responsible,

I... We're not.

Don't worry.

Here.

Turn it over.

That's not my writing. The university may have matched your signature, but no

one considered that the most insignificant writing on the document

most revealing.

Someone framed you, Oscar.

And we can prove it.

Yeah, I love that. Thanks.

How did you get here this quickly?

Yeah, I know a few shortcuts.

You are very lucky that the speed camera on Winter Hill is out of action.

Is everyone else still in the house?

Yes. Let's go.

Now.

You see, people are surprising.

Freddie was surprising.

All weekend we've been hearing about Freddie's faults.

But you were still friends with him. You wanted to spend time with him.

We were thinking about what Freddie did wrong that could have provoked his

murderer. What we didn't consider is that Freddie died because he did

right.

Judith, who killed Freddie?

Ryan, would you like to continue or shall I?

Are you joking?

Absolutely not.

He's also responsible for Oscar's expulsion from university.

Are you really suggesting I ruined one friend's life and then

killed another?

We've been over this.

I didn't know about Freddie and Sasha.

And why would I frame Oscar?

Well, let's start there.

I don't think you intended to frame Oscar, not originally.

Bex told us how you struggled at university.

In the foreword to your book, you say yourself it was the toughest time of

life.

How you were suddenly a little fish in a big pond.

And? When you got to your dissertation, you panicked and you plagiarised the

material to get it finished.

But when it came to actually handing it in, you knew you wouldn't get away with

it. So you put your cover sheet on Oscar's essay, forged another, signed

supposedly by Oscar, and put that on the plagiarized essay.

You knew you'd have to submit something to finish the course, and you couldn't

bear the thought of failing.

Faking the signature of someone you knew so well can't have been hard.

You even deleted the essay from his computer.

Well, you lived together. You certainly had the access.

Oscar was devastated.

He didn't notice the handwriting on the back of the cover sheet.

that would have exposed you.

You hired me.

I worked for you.

All these years, you knew what you did, and you said nothing! I didn't... Oscar,

I'm sorry, but this has nothing to do with Freddie's death. I didn't kill him.

We're getting to that.

Freddie must have been digging around in all your records, presumably looking

for something funny to bring back to the reunion.

Dirt gossip.

But what he found was the dissertation in Oscar's records.

He brought it back and confronted you, didn't he?

What's up?

We're about to go.

You know the unexpected bonus about my new job?

Access to all the records.

Everyone's grades.

The reports.

The disciplinaries.

There's not a shred of evidence for any of this.

You said that you grew out of the rivalry, and I believe you might have,

don't think Freddy did.

That's why he was sleeping with your ex -wife.

Freddy discovered something huge.

He wasn't going to stand by with the knowledge that you had cheated, framed

Oscar, and lied about it. And it must have been a nice added bonus that he

to destroy his old rival's reputation while restoring Oscar's.

That's your handwriting on the back, isn't it?

Yeah, I'd recognize it anywhere.

You swapped Oscar's dissertation for yours. Looks like you've got an apology

make.

You can't be serious.

You can't prove anything with that.

Oh, I bet I can.

I think Oscar would give it a good shot, too.

That left him his entire degree.

Do you think he's going to be happy knowing the real reason he ended up as

lackey? I mean, what were you thinking?

What are you going to do?

Give you the benefit of the doubt and the deadline.

If you don't say something by the time we leave, I will.

Let me show you something.

I'm on camera at the time of the murder.

We all are.

We went back over that footage a million times and Judith found something we had

all missed. You told us yourself you had extra access to the house that day.

You're treasured.

On the recordings, you move from room to room all perfectly innocent.

That's right.

You spend just over a minute planting a clue in each room, except for

here, where you spend nearly six minutes in the camera blind spot right by

Hector's secret door.

Why would you spend so much time in this small space unless you'd found

something? Hector.

There was a man hiding in there.

How did I supposedly find his hideout? He'd have seen me. Because he wasn't

there the whole time.

I reckon you didn't have much of a plan until then.

And with only six of you in the house, you knew that hurting Freddie would be

too risky, because the police would know it was one of you.

And you couldn't let the news about the dissertation get out, because that would

ruin everything that you'd built up.

Your charitable foundation, your, well, your reputation as an honourable man.

Knowing about the cameras, it gave you the ingredients for the perfect alibi.

You even planted the idea that there was another person in the house first.

The figure outside the library.

So I saw that person. There was someone there. Exactly. You did see someone.

You saw Ryan, and Ryan saw you.

And he knew that if he corroborated what you'd seen, then you'd both look

innocent.

A shared witness statement.

And the suggestion of another person in the house who could have carried out the

murder. Something that ultimately led us to Hector.

When you walked into the library and saw Freddy, you spotted the knife.

You took it.

And you killed him.

Very entertaining.

But you're forgetting that I was on camera when everyone heard the shout.

You were.

We'd always assumed that it was Freddy who shouted.

But in reality, it could be any man's voice.

Which explains why Oscar looks the wrong way when he hears the sound from the

CCTV.

Because the shout didn't come from the library.

It came from you in a hallway.

Freddy was already dead.

You knew exactly where the camera pointed.

And with your back to it, you shouted.

Then you turned to the supposed source of the noise, knowing everyone else

too. It's quite an impressive sleight of hand, but the only thing you didn't

find was the dissertation cover.

I'm guessing you searched the house when you set the treasure hunt, but you had

no idea Freddie would have hidden it so well.

Freddie knew you'd be after the evidence.

He anticipated that you try and steal the dissertation cover back.

That's why he went to such great pains to hide it, paired with a sample of

Oscar's real handwriting.

He didn't realise how far you'd go to silence him.

Is that... Perfect timing. I'm here!

Is that Colin? Yes, it is.

I'm sorry. It took longer than I expected.

But I've got it.

It was at the bottom of the Ottoman. I think you're right on time.

Thank you.

Bex, do you mind if I borrow this? No.

Susie, have you got the dissertation?

Happy birthday, Bex.

Here's to another 20 years of friendship.

Love, Ryan.

The handwriting matches.

Conclusive proof.

I didn't want to hurt him.

It all spiralled.

You've got to believe that.

But after everything... I couldn't risk the foundation. Everything

I built.

Being exposed as a cheat and a liar.

And what?

All as part of Freddy's ego trip.

If there was any other way, I don't know.

What else could I do?

Think of how many people the Foundation helps.

It wasn't about me.

It wasn't.

It was only ever about you.

I don't understand why I can't keep hosting.

I can't afford the outkeep. I'll lose it. We've been over this, Mr. Bly.

cameras are illegal.

You might not be able to host anymore, but why don't you open it up? Let people

see it. Wander the gardens.

Charge a modest fee for the pleasure. You could even officially install

that way, too.

Something to think about. But the public are not sure how I feel about that.

More people.

Well, you're lucky that none of this lot want to press charges.

I still think the courts would side with me.

Tanika, can I ask you a favour?

Come here.

I can't.

I don't know what to say.

I think it's going to be a while before any of us know what to say.

I know it's not exactly like we're close anymore, but we've been through so

much. I really don't want to leave contact.

Me neither.

You're always welcome at the vicarage.

Just text me.

I'll take you up on that.

We haven't been the best at keeping in touch, but let's at least make the

effort.

So what's next?

Now that you can properly contest the plagiarism.

I guess I can finally appeal the university.

There's a little paperwork in my future.

I hate how everything's turned out, but I'm so pleased for you.

I just hope I can salvage the foundation.

With Ryan gone, it's not going to be easy.

With you, it'll be in good hands.

What?

You have me on the board.

No, well... You could have picked a better photo.

Well, I think it's lovely, and it wasn't the same without you.

Oh! Here comes the hero of the hour.

I'm just very glad to have been helpful.

I'm very happy to have you home.

I can safely say I didn't enjoy having to keep things so formal in this one.

You did everything you had to do.

I'm just sorry it caused you extra stress.

You're worth the trouble.

And welcome back.

How are you?

Oh, look, we should talk.

Oh, Brendan, it's too soon. No, no. When am I going to meet your folks?

Well, they live on the Isle of Man.

No, wait, let me get... It's not you, it's me.

That's not where I'm going.

What I'm trying to say is that I'd just appreciate it if you didn't tell me.

Brendan, there's no reason to be embarrassed.

You know, putting yourself out there, dating and all that.

It's not for the faint hearted, is it? No.

It's a brave thing.

But don't worry.

I'm not going to tell anyone from your team.

Thanks.

I'm afraid...

That ship may have already sailed with those two.

Thank you for your help.

I don't think anyone else could have got to the bottom of that mess.

It was all so... Well, you couldn't have known it was him, Bex.

All that time, the shame and guilt festering.

The man who got into that police car isn't the man you went to university

I know. I just can't believe he kept lying.

Right up until the net's fully closed in.

It'll take a bit of time to process.

Of course it will.

But we'll be there to help in any way we can.

I was always told that time doesn't define friendship.

And I think that's particularly relevant to us.

So if you and Brendan aren't going to be a thing, which I think is a shame, by

the way, how do the rest of us be taking it? Do you really want to know?

You better buckle up, lady.

Because Thursday was great.

How do you feel about Christmas chumbers in this weather?

And then he went on and on about glassman, but he didn't stop for breath.

means John.

That's the avocados. When it comes to that, he talks about avocados.