All language subtitles for Marlow gyilkosok klubja 03x04 gépi

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.

How 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?

Bec said she barely knew him.

I thought I heard footsteps. It sounded
like 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.

Come on, Luna.

Good girl, good girl. 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 that the cops... What?

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

Did you kill him?

Did you kill Freddie?

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. He'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. Well, 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 from him.

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 Thasha 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.

That told us, didn't it? 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 who I 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 Freddy 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
questions 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 kettle 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 is Hector Blythe. You've got a
nerve coming back here.

This is my house. 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. A flight.

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

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 gather 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!

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 balting around, behaving
terribly.

Jessica blackmailing Freddie.

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

with Sasha.

Those gifts.

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 to the one on my passport.

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?

Mm -hmm.

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 suite.

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
fitting 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.

Hello.

And Rebecca.

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 towards the north.

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'd better get our gates on.

Everyone's getting ready to leave.

My band's around the back, Julie.

Julie,

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

We gave them time.

We can't wait here forever.

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

I'm not running.

I don't think that.

Call me if you need anything.

I'll message you.

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 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'd

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 lost 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's...

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.

shared witness statement and the
suggestion of another person in the

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 spiraled.

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 lose
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 I'd just
appreciate it if you didn't tell me.

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.

Excellent.

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 first there was Greg.

How do you feel about Christmas chumbers
in this weather?

And then he went on and on about class,
and we didn't stop for bread. Oh, and

there's John.

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