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Cheers.

My pleasure, Vicar.

I can't get my head around it.

Tilly Mayflower?

The model of the moment, will be wearing a CeCe's dress.

But she usually wears Courreges.

We can't compete with this.

Wouldn't take much more than a small gust of wind

to sweep her clean away.

Soon you'll be able to get CeCe's onto the King's Road.

And after that, who knows?

Paris, New York.

Steady on. How about we trot back to reality.

At the end of the day a good business

is about turnover and making profit.

I trust you sent the bill.

We can't be delivering garments with no payment.

We're not a charity.

Tilly Mayflower in a CeCe's dress

is an opportunity not to be missed.

She's changed her mind.

-Cathy. -Oh.

Hello. CeCe's Boutique...

Cathy speaking... Keating...

Uh... Cathy Keating speaking.

How may I help?

Oh, hello.

Really? Okay.

No, no, not a problem.

Yes, I do.

Oh... bye then.

Tilly Mayflower won't have time to come to the shop

-for a fitting. -Typical.

Instead her manager has asked us

to take the dress to her this evening at Sady's.

Oh...

Where on earth is that?

Well, it's the new private members club in Cambridge.

Very elite.

And what if the dress doesn't fit? What then?

These people, they just expect you

to do their bidding with their fancy places

and their fancy ideas.

-I can go. -No need.

I'll go.

I thought we were having

-supper with the Browns? -They'll understand.

It's a bit late in the day, Sylvia.

I'll telephone them now.

Uh, uh, uh...

You go and enjoy yourself, Mrs C.

Mrs Chapman.

Apologies. You go and enjoy yourself, Mrs Chapman.

-Cathy and I can handle this. -Of course they can.

What did I tell you?

You better get used to that champagne lifestyle.

Oh, crikey.

I need to get a move on.

Uh... I'm going to need to change.

I haven't got time to go home.

Best let Geordie know he'll be making his own supper.

Don't be daft. He's perfectly capable.

Still, a man has the right to know where his wife is...

and with whom.

Sorry to bother you, Boss.

We've just had a call from Mrs Lewis.

She thinks Gerald's been taken.

Who's Gerald?

Her cat.

You're joking.

I know, but she sounded quite distressed

and she has just lost her husband.

Can a man not eat the cheese and pickle sandwich

in peace?

So, Vicar, should we be worried?

You do have God on your side.

I'm an atheist.

God's no poker player.

Don't worry about him, Vicar. He can't handle his booze.

It's Alphy.

Call me Alphy.

Oh.

Is it always this quiet, Malcolm?

No, no, sir. No, we've actually been quite busy since we opened.

However, Miss Mayflower's agent

requested that we close the club this evening,

for her privacy.

She has rather the following of photographers.

And we strive for discretion for our guests here at Sady's.

I believe you are the lady responsible for this.

Yes.

It's fabulous, darling.

Clarke Barron, Tilly's manager.

Muah. Muah.

Switch.

I love it.

Oh, I've been so worried.

I've never done a blind fitting before.

And for someone like you.

It's wonderful, really. Mrs...

Please call me Cathy.

Oh, Malcolm, will you bring us a couple of bottles

of your finest champagne?

-Ice cold. -Of course, sir.

This is Kara. Our wonderful hostess.

She'll be looking after you this evening.

Anything you need, Miss Mayflower, Mrs Keating,

please don't hesitate to ask.

Champagne.

That's extremely generous of you.

The dress was a steal.

We should have charged you more then.

It's good for Tilly's image

to be seen to support local enterprises.

You wouldn't believe

that models need to be more than just a...

face and a body these days.

It's so unbelievably tedious.

When can we leave?

I'm tired, Clarkey.

I'll get you an espresso.

-Ah. -Oh.

-Mmm. -Mmm...

I think we can safely say that this is a big success.

What's going on?

She doesn't seem very happy.

Don't be fooled by that

"too cool for school" model look.

Cheers.

Oh, my word.

I told you, you'd better get used to it.

This is just the beginning.

Raise.

I'm out.

I'm out, too.

Still in.

Good man.

Cilla's just got the most adorable voice.

And she's my age! Oh, she's gonna be a star.

I'm sure of it.

-She does have potential. -Mmm.

Oh, Bubbles go straight to my head.

I know, darling.

What time is it?

Oh, it's... coming up to 9:30.

Oh, I should be getting home.

Is everything all right?

I'm going to find my coat.

Malcolm?

Oh, my God.

Looks like it's just the two of us again, Vicar.

Still relying on divine intervention.

What's it gonna be, Alphy?

You in or out?

Should've stuck with it Alphy.

I had absolutely nothing.

Oh, that was one hell of a bluff.

Better luck next time, Alphy.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, the dress.

Tilly wanted us to come here

instead of the shop.

Mrs C's here as well?

She couldn't make it.

Who found him?

I did.

It stopped at 8:45.

And nothing like a dead body to sober you up, huh?

Well, whoever strangled him

didn't do it for the money.

This is Kara Quenn.

She's the hostess here.

Has anybody left the club since you made the call to us?

No. No one. We're closed to other members this evening.

Meaning the killer could still be in the building.

We need to question everyone here.

I wanna get out of here.

I have to go.

They're following me. I can't be here.

It's all right love.

Remember, what the doctor said.

A man's been murdered.

Tilly often sees and hears things when she's under stress.

The doctor's prescribed pills for these episodes.

-And you are? -Clarke Barron.

Her manager.

Is there anyone we can call for you? Your parents?

No need.

It's a hell of a shock for a young woman.

Darling, you've known Tilly all of five minutes.

Tilly will be fine once she has her rest.

Isn't that right, darling?

Please, Clarkey. I wanna go home.

Right.

No one leaves until we've searched the building.

You are not the man.

Alphy?

Gambling?

I am at liberty to do what I please

outside the church.

Not when it's illegal, you bloody can't!

And you know it.

Plus, you've managed to place yourself bang

in the centre of a murder investigation.

Oh, come on.

I wasn't to know, was I?

Listen...

I'm prepared to turn a blind eye to the gambling.

Oh, it's big of you. Thanks.

Don't push it.

But I'll need to see you down the station tomorrow.

What?

You can't seriously be treating me like a suspect?

Hey, whoever did this is clearly...

Enough.

Alphy, go home, sober up, and I'll see you tomorrow

as a witness.

Well, good luck doing this without me.

I'll give it my best shot.

Right, fellas,

tell me about the poker game back there.

I should've stayed in the pub.

I should've never listened to you.

And what about Malcolm?

He was fine when we saw him.

When was that exactly?

This afternoon, when he took us to the room.

And none of you had any contact with him again after that?

He didn't come back in the room to check on the game at all?

Nah.

He knew we wouldn't get rowdy, so he left us to it.

Malc's an old friend.

He's letting us use the room to play.

His mother is going to be devastated.

So, Miss Mayflower, what brought you here tonight?

Where's Clarke?

Look, I'm interested in hearing what you have to say, Tilly.

Makes a change.

Mostly, people speak for me.

That must be wearing.

I am a project for him, all of them.

This business is full of people trying,

trying to be someone to... to make it.

To sell something, sell themselves.

It's all so tiring.

That's why it's nice to meet that Cathy.

Yeah, she's... she's different.

A real person who... who thinks for herself,

feels things, and cares.

-Tilly. Can I ask... -Jean, actually.

Jean Jones.

Tilly Mayflower isn't my real name.

Even that was chosen for me.

Tell me, had you met Malcolm before this evening?

-Who? -The manager of this place.

The man who was found dead?

Oh...

Yeah, of course.

Silly me, erm...

I mean, no, I've never been here before,

and... I don't really remember seeing him.

But you did see him because he closed the club for you.

You thanked him and the hostess.

Did I?

Oh... I can't remember.

You can't remember much, can you, Tilly?

It's these pills, erm...

There was this lady looking after us,

but I can't remember her name.

Erm...

Sorry. I...

-Are you all right? -Yeah...

I just...

feel a little, erm...

Here...

Small sips, big breaths.

Tell me, Tilly.

When was the last time you had anything to eat, love?

I don't know.

Cheese and pickle?

Mmm.

Mmm...

Can I ask about your episodes?

Do you ever feel out of control?

Do things that perhaps you don't remember?

Tilly...

Things that are out of character?

I know what you're suggesting...

But I would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone.

I couldn't.

I'm a Buddhist.

I should be with Tilly.

Mmm.

You're not keen on letting her

out of your sight, are you, Mr Barron, hmm?

What are you so afraid of?

That she'll say something you're unable to control,

implicate you in some way?

I have absolutely nothing to hide.

I am a talent manager, not a serial killer.

The only crimes I deal with are the ones against fashion.

What does your wife make of your relationship with Tilly?

A little unethical, don't you think?

Having an affair with a client.

We can't help who we fall for.

Hmm. See, we found an envelope full of cash

in Malcolm Riley's pocket.

And we know you asked him to close the club

for a few hours to preserve privacy.

Perhaps that was for your own benefit rather than Tilly's.

Did you pay him for his discretion?

Did he cotton on to your affair and ask for more?

Did you lash out,

or did Tilly lash out and you're covering for her?

Did this affair cost a man his life?

I fail to see what our relationship has to do

with any of this nonsense.

-Oh, it's nonsense? -Yeah.

A man has been murdered.

Not by me.

I've never even met the man before.

I've barely had any contact with him.

Look, I hate to speak ill of the dead,

but he seems rather forgettable.

Perhaps you should be speaking to that

hostess girl.

And why is that?

I'm an observer of women's bodies, Detective.

It's my job.

Her body language towards him was as cold as ice.

Mark my words.

Something happened between them.

Why don't you tell me about this poker game happening

at the time of the murder?

I didn't know about it.

Well. Surely you had to go to the kitchen

and the storeroom to serve your guests.

You didn't hear anything?

Why didn't Malcolm tell you about the game?

Especially as you were the only two staff working this evening?

It was illegal, wasn't it?

He probably didn't want to get in trouble.

Did you and Malcolm have a trusting relationship?

I suppose.

We have a witness who says you were being frosty with him.

Why was that?

Did you, in fact find out about the game?

Did you fall out about it?

-Is that why you attacked him? -I didn't.

Tell me...

are you Kara with a K?

Yeah. Why?

We found this in Malcolm's pocket.

Does this money belong to you, Kara?

-Yeah. -Why did he have it?

It's my wages.

Are you sure about that?

What did you do to Malcolm?

I didn't do anything to Malcolm.

I don't know what he was up to.

But it had nothing to do with me.

So he was up to something.

Marcus is usually up by now.

Do you not think we should leave them alone?

We don't want to intrude on their time together,

especially as we don't know...

I'm simply going to check if they need anything.

That's all.

Then we'll go.

Promise.

Raymond, it's Leonard.

-How's your father? -Shh... he's sleeping.

He had a bad night.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay. I'm just trying to be quiet now so he can rest.

I'm really hungry...

Daniel and I are on our way to breakfast.

Oh yes.

Yes, we are indeed.

Why don't I write your father a note to explain

that you've come with us and you'll be back soon.

How does sausage, egg chips and beans sound?

Chips? For breakfast?

Come on. Get a scrap of paper

and let's leave your father in peace.

I know what you're going to say.

That we should get some fried bread on the side.

Remind me,

why were you at Sady's?

I told you.

Tilly Mayflower would be wearing a CeCe's dress.

Jam or marmalade?

Half and half, please.

Well, how come Mrs C wasn't with you?

Why are you asking me about this?

Shouldn't you be focusing on finding out

who strangled that poor man?

Why was he there?

Mr Switch?

We're trying to make CeCe's a success.

Of course.

-Sugar? -Two please.

Two?

What?

Well, you've only ever wanted one.

How was Tilly when you spoke to her?

I'm not sure whether her erratic behaviour is an act.

No, I don't think so.

The way she clung to me felt like she needed comfort.

Must be so hard for a young woman in a world like that.

Constantly under the spotlight.

She's so young, Geordie.

She reminded me of Esme.

What did you make of her manager?

Very protective, wouldn't let her out of his sight.

So he was there the whole evening?

Mmm...

And the hostess,

Oh, she was in and out with the drinks.

I thought expensive champagne

wasn't supposed to give you a sore head.

I think it's the volume that makes the difference.

I found a newspaper report claiming Tilly Mayflower

got in a rage and pushed a photographer.

Tilly does seem to be a bit of a live wire.

But she also has several alibis.

Plus, I mean, she's 90 pounds soaking wet,

so unlikely to have overpowered Malcolm Riley.

Anything on Clarke Barron?

Investigated for fraud.

-Oh, yeah. -Found to be innocent.

Oh.

Kara. The hostess.

She claims not to have known the poker game was happening.

But I'm not so sure.

-You all right? -No,

I can't sit,

I can't stand and don't even get me started on sleeping.

Larry. Hmm.

Honestly, I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this up.

At some point, we're gonna have to make a decision.

I have to go to the bathroom.

She's been crying a lot.

That happens, I don't think it's just the pregnancy

I'll talk to her.

In the meantime, can you speak to Malcolm Riley's mother?

Find out anything you can about his work life

and his relationship with Kara.

I need to make some phone calls.

Where's all this money coming from?

We haven't sold that much stock.

-It doesn't add up. -Oh...

That is quite an imbalance.

It's that Mr Switch.

He's up to something.

He's got Cathy in the palm of his hand,

she won't hear a word against him.

But these figures prove there is something very definitely amiss.

Time for drastic measures.

Oh, no, no. No, Sylvia.

Let's start by going through all his personal papers

see if we can find anything incriminating.

And we'll have to track his movements, work out where

this money is coming from.

-We? -No secret agent works alone.

Well, this is different.

Thanks for coming in.

Not like I had a choice.

So...

you don't want me on the other side anymore, then?

You can't come along and investigate crimes

if you're a bloody criminal, Alphy.

I'm here as a witness, Geordie.

What's going on with you?

Right, can you tell me what you remember about the poker game?

Hmm.

Er...

I met Leighton at the pub, we got chatting,

he mentioned a game, I thought, why not.

Malcolm Riley showed us to the room,

handed over a bottle of scotch

and some glasses, we started playing.

I didn't see him again after that.

So you four

-were the only ones in the room. -Mmm.

Uh... Well, apart from the hostess.

-The hostess? -Mmm.

Are you sure?

I wasn't that drunk, Geordie.

How drunk were you?

Is that relevant?

Well, you've always known when to stop.

So I can't have a few drinks without being judged.

I'm just trying to work out what happened to the Alphy I know.

-And why do you care? -Because I'm your mate?

I don't understand where this is coming from.

You were asking about the hostess?

-Yes. -Yeah, she was there

and pretty incompetent with it.

She... she spilled a drink all over me.

Insisted on cleaning it up.

I just wanted to get on with the game.

Could that have been a distraction

to get a look at your cards?

Well, she was odd.

She came in and plunked ice and lemon in our glasses.

Now, we were all drinking neat

and since when do you put lemon in neat whiskey?

And was it the same amount of ice in each glass?

No.

No, now I think about it. It was... very random.

And the lemon.

Or deliberate?

-To give signals to... -Leighton.

Yeah, I would've beaten him.

I mean, I had a weak hand, but he had nothing.

He could only have been that confident,

bluffing if he knew my hand.

It sounds like the whole thing was a sting.

Ah...

Oh, my word.

I shouldn't have had that third sausage.

But I'm so full you and Leonard are gonna

have to roll me down the street.

What cake is that?

Looks like black forest gateau.

You can't still be hungry.

It's my dad's favourite.

I forgot to get bread.

Won't be a tick.

It'll be all right.

I promise.

You won't be alone.

Oh, my word.

Black Forest Gateau.

You're such a good lad.

If only I could be there.

This looks too delicious for words.

Lovely hat, Mrs C.

Alphy says they only saw Malcolm Riley

once that evening when he showed them in here.

But the whole game feels like a setup.

What time do you make it?

Quarter past two.

That's a half hour slow.

Well, either it's not been wound up properly,

or it's been deliberately tampered with.

You've been lying to us all along.

You were part of this thing, weren't you, Kara?

No idea what you're talking about.

You were using ice cubes in their drinks

to signal to Leighton. Hmm?

And what was Malcolm's involvement in all of this?

Did you and Leighton decide to cut him out?

-Is that why you murdered him? -No,

I don't know what happened!

But we've got a pretty good idea, Kara.

It'll be a lot worse for you if you don't tell us.

Me, Malcolm and Leighton,

we fixed the game for Leighton to win.

Malcolm was nervous, but Leighton convinced him

he could make us all money.

Do you think it's possible that Malcolm changed his mind?

Got cold feet?

He wanted the money to put towards a house for his mother.

But he was worried he was going to lose his job.

Malcolm was weak.

I hadn't met Leighton before, but I've got the feeling he was

a difficult person to say no to.

How well did you know Leighton?

Myself and Drew are old friends.

We met Leighton at our local a couple of times,

and he invited us for a game of poker.

And you'd never met Malcolm before?

No.

But Leighton said Malcolm was a mate

and he'd let us play at the club undisturbed.

He was pretty keen on having the game.

He said it'd be free booze and winner takes all.

We thought, "Why not?"

Makes a change from a few pints

and a game of darts in our local.

At what point did you discover the game was fixed?

-What? -I'm afraid so.

You, Kevin and Alphy, you were all set up.

No wonder he was so pushy about the game.

And getting that vicar involved too.

He lost the most.

How did Leighton behave during the game?

He was confident. Mmm.

Cocky, even. Kev felt bad for the vicar bloke.

Tried to warn him, if he didn't have

a strong hand he should fold.

How did Leighton react

when Kevin tried to help the vicar?

Oh, he wasn't there.

Where was he?

In the gents.

What time was this?

About 8:15. I was half cut,

but I do remember looking at the clock

because I was a bit worried about the missus going off

at me for getting in late.

The clock on the wall?

Yeah.

That poker game was very important to you,

wasn't it, Leighton?

Important enough that you would alter a clock to slow down time

making your opponents think they hadn't been

playing for as long as they had.

And by changing the clock,

you also allowed yourself to have an alibi

for the time of the murder.

As the others believed it to be

half an hour earlier than it actually was.

You're the only person who left the room during the poker game.

I've done the walk from the cloakroom

down to the poker room and back.

Plenty of time to strangle a man

and be back in your seat cards in hand,

without your inebriated fellow players

noticing a hair out of place.

You were also helped by the fact

that the club was closed to anyone else.

-Cheers! -You sound lovely.

Apart from Tilly Mayflower and her guests, all distracted

by vast quantities of expensive champagne.

When I spoke to you shortly after we found his body,

you seemed upset

but not shocked about Malcolm.

Was that remorse?

You, Kara and Malcolm were in on it together.

Only Malcolm was the weak link.

Is it possible he wanted out?

Because that's what you were arguing about

in the cloakroom, weren't you?

You weren't gonna let him ruin it for you.

Take your time.

It's been tough recently.

My boss threatened to fire me,

and I got a ton of bills overdue, it just got...

It all just got too much.

I really needed that cash.

Tell us what happened with Malcolm.

He said we should end the game

and give everyone their money back.

I've been angry before, but...

This time I couldn't stop.

I knew when I had my hands around his neck, I should stop.

But I just couldn't.

I was desperate.

If only you could turn the clock back now, eh?

Why are you locking up?

I'm not opening this afternoon.

I beg your pardon, It's a church, not a grocer's.

Yeah, well, I doubt I'd be of much use to anyone.

Look, Alphy, we need to make a plan

for what's going to happen to Raymond after Marcus dies.

We're all rallying around right now and everyone's doing

an admirable job of chipping in to help.

But Raymond's going to need full-time care

and very possibly sooner than we think.

We need to know where he's going to end up.

Have you informed Children's Services?

He might need to be in the care of a boy's home.

Those places are awful.

Well, they were good enough for me.

The Church should be helping him.

Leonard, I'm a vicar, not a social worker.

By all means, make him yours.

But that child is not my problem.

Cathy.

I am busy, Sylvia.

This can't wait.

It's Mr Switch.

He's a confidence trickster... a swindler.

What are you talking about?

We observed him.

He met a lady friend, gave her flowers

and then took papers of hers to the bank

to steal her money no doubt.

You mean his sister.

Beg pardon?

He's signing the papers

for his sister to get a bank loan.

You know, like Jack did for us to get this place.

Oh, my word,

did you and Jack follow him?

There is something amiss.

I can't believe this.

I saw this with my own eyes.

Sylvia...

Sorry to interrupt...

I know I don't have an appointment,

but I could really do with your help.

Is this what I think it is?

I wish I didn't have to lose my best member of staff.

No offence to your old man.

And I wish you were Chief Inspector now.

Even then, I wouldn't be able to change the policy.

A married woman cannot work in the force.

You knew that.

Hey, it'll be all right.

Just...

You know, parenting is the best job in the world.

So you should grab it...

just drink it in.

Because as quick as a flash, it's over.

And they don't need you anymore.

I have missed so many precious moments,

and I'll never get them back.

Because I put work first.

The difference is, Geordie,

you had a choice.

Everything okay?

Woah...

How do you feel?

Like Jean Jones.

Well, you look like her as well.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm being true

to who I am, who I really am.

To Jean!

That is the most important thing, my darling.

Thank you, so, so much.

What the hell are you playing at?

You can't just wander off.

Come on.

I don't think so.

We happen to be in the middle of a fitting.

So, I'm going to ask you to leave our premises

and give the lady some privacy.

I'm going nowhere without Tilly.

You best go find her, then.

Jean has more clothes to try on.

What are you talking about?

Don't be so ridiculous, you stupid girl.

You're fired.

What?

You heard her.

You're fired.

Now sling your hook.

You need to leave.

You are done.

On the contrary.

She's just getting started.

Oh...

Not a good time.

Open the door, Alphy.

Well, come in, why don't you?

I thought you should know Leighton confessed

to killing Malcolm Riley.

Well, I can't believe I didn't see it.

Hmm... Well, you were pie-eyed.

Yeah. Okay, I should have suspected something.

Don't make this about you, Alphy.

Well, is he your new sidekick, is he?

Actually, Leonard came to see me

because he was worried about you.

And he's not the only one.

You've been neglecting your duties.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Leonard, is this about the kid again?

You aren't prepared to help look after a child

who is about to be orphaned but you can quite happily

hole up in some seedy club and gamble with a murderer.

And they'd better not have been vicarage funds.

Of course not.

Why should I believe you?

You're not behaving in a very Christian manner

and you are certainly not behaving

as a man of the cloth should.

You mean how you would.

You don't know how privileged you are to hold such a position.

-Privilege? -Everything I went through,

I never lost faith, not once.

Even when it felt as if everything was against me.

I still clung on to...

Oh, give it a rest will you, Leonard?

Look, I'm sorry the bishop rejected you, really I am.

But look at what you have got.

You do God's work running the halfway house,

you get to live with your partner

and yet, here you are. Still clinging on

to the past for dear life.

Hang on.

That's a bit rich, isn't it?

-What? -Your mother.

-What about her? -The way she treated you?

Is that why you're behaving like this?

Rejecting everyone around you who's trying to help!

You would not have a job if it weren't for me

helping you over the years.

And now what, you want to chuck it all in,

put yourself out there to pasture

in some mind-numbing desk job.

And ignore me... like you do your family.

You are not a copper.

You've only just noticed?

You can't exactly call yourself a vicar, either.

You know what I'm... I'm not listening to any more

of this hypocritical, sanctimonious rubbish.

And I want you to leave.

Now.

I've tried with you, Alphy, I really have.

I have given you friendship, support...

love, even.

But I'm tired of it all.

You have your wish.

From now on, you're on your own.