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Well, this'll do.

Hotel and spa?

Yeah, that's what you agreed to.

I did not come equipped for
anything, uh, spa related.

Oh, you don't need anything.

You can use the sauna au naturelle.

Hello.

Thank you.

Right...

they've booked us into a double.

- A double?
- Mm.

That is one room for two people.

That's the one, yes.

She's trying to contact the owner.

Apparently, there's been some
incident in the dining room.

- Where is he?
- Dining room.

Oh, excuse me?

Uh, excuse me?

Mm...

Quite, uh, frenetic activity.

Mm.

- So...
- Uh...

I took the liberty, uh, given
the purpose of our visit,

of compiling a compatibility checklist.

Oh. I'm not sure that's how
relationships work.

Well, with this exchange alone,

we've ticked a number of boxes, I mean,

honesty, effective communication,

positive interaction

and, um, acceptance.

It's all downhill from here.

I hazard that remark
is not entirely serious.

Good hazard.

Another box ticked...

shared sense of humor.

Ladies and gentlemen,

uh, if I could have your
attention for a moment...

- That does not look good.
- No.

Some old chap in the dining room.

- Keeled over.
- Full face plant.

Looked like a heart attack.

Sorry, so rude.
Simon and Paula Mulderson.

Lovely to meet you.

And you...

What was lovely about that?

Shall we, since they've messed
up the booking,

shall we try to find somewhere else?

No need, a room may have
become available.

Welcome to the
Bridge Street Hotel and Spa.

Good grief.

Thank you for choosing us.

We will do everything to ensure

that you have an unforgettable stay.

While you're here, why not try
our heat and ice experience?

- No thank you.
- Inspired by the pharaohs

of ancient Egypt,

this unique treatment
will draw out impurities,

allowing you to pass through
the zone of danger,

beyond which stand
the gates of happiness.

- Zelda?
- None other.

Wilfred, I'm afraid, is asleep.

I have exhausted him.

Oh, Aunt, please.

You realize you will have to
relinquish control

to open the gates.

Sounds like errant self-help nonsense.

Jasper, I've been happily
married four times,

you would do well to pay heed.

Of course, it sounds like nonsense,

it describes a contradiction,

your over-developed ego

is pushing you to find love,

while doing everything it can
to prevent you

ever attaining it.

That's the impurity you have to
overcome.

Open up.

Look to the sky.

Listen to this, Korean snail facial,

live snails are placed on the face

to exfoliate and lubricate the skin.

Are you gonna try one of those, Jasper?

I may pass.

Why not try a sauna?

Inhale the steam, exhale your stress,

release your happiness hormones.

Goodness, who needs therapy

when a room full of steam
can do all that?

The man who expired...

Clive Bairstow.

His widow, poor thing,

needed someone to talk to.

A shoulder to cry on.

Mm, message from my mother.

Currently ensconced in what
she insists on referring to as,

'The Big Apple'.
- Yep. Sorry.

Well, Mrs. Bairstow...

She's gone to stay with her daughter...

Here we are, the point of the missive,

in two days she returns to
'Dear Old Blighty'.

Look, se only does it to annoy
because she knows it teases.

Anyway, it was her husband's
fourth stroke.

Marvelous.

Nothing like a sudden death
to brighten the day.

Go on, Dad.

That's not bad.

No.

Don't do that.

You gonna throw that?

You look...

You're very kind.

Shall we?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'm sorry, again, um...

we've had to close part of
the dining room.

Would you mind if another couple
shared your table?

Um, no, no, of course not.

So long as it's not the Muldersons.

Didn't you see them?

No, no I did not.

Permission to board?

Oh, yes, permission granted.

I'm, uh, Helena.

And this is...
- Jasper.

- Yeah.
- Kit and Naomi.

I think we saw you last night,
didn't we?

Yes, um, too late to do anything
I'm afraid.

- Yes.
- You arrived

before the paramedics.

Yes, um, my, my surgery's
practically next door.

Oh, so that's why he called you.

Ah...

My darling husband is implying

that there was an ulterior motive.

Oh, go on, you're dying to tell them.

Right, Finlay Crawford...

- The owner.
- And...

Naomi's ex-husband.

We've been apart for five years.

And he's still in love with you.

He's not.

He is.

So, um...

how long have you two been married?

Oh, no, uh, no,
we're... we're not.

- Oh.
- Oh...

We are test driving

a, uh...

potential relationship.

Oh.

- It's all your fault.
- Oh...

- Don't pull that face.
- Every single time, don't...

Stop.

Shut up, you're embarrassing yourself.

- You're embarrassing me.
- You're embarrassing.

Are you okay?

- Not really.
- You're hurting her.

Yeah, it's got nothing
to do with you, mate.

And yet here I am.

It's got nothing to do with you.

Yeah, you said that.

Sit down, finish your drink.

So, what do you do for a living?

Um...

finance.
- Oh.

Hmm.

And how the devil is
the world of finance?

We're also test-driving
casual conversation.

Yeah, I've had better times.

Surprise.

- Blow out the candles.
- Okay.

Make a wish.

They're trick candles!

Trick candles.

Mm, I thought she was a witch.

Dear God.

Oh! Go on, cut the cake.

I want to see you cutting the cake.

Here we go, ah...

How much more of this must we endure?

Oh, my God.

Oh, it's your favorite.

Kit?

- Kit?
- Are you alright?

Kit? Kit?! Kit? Kit!
Uh, can you get the spray

from his jacket pocket? Kit?
Kit, Kit, stay with me.

There's a spray in the jacket pocket.

Kit, stay with me, stay with me.
Yes. Thank you.

Kit, stay with me.

Keep your eyes open,
keep your eyes open.

Kit?
- Get an ambulance, hurry.

Oh, oh, Kit. Kit, Kit, stay with
me, please don't leave.

Tell your waiter to secure
all the food on this table.

What?
, Kit.

It may be required as evidence.

Open your eyes! Open your eyes!

Mr Crawford?

Any news on Dr. Ascherson's
husband?

He didn't make it.

Uh, allergic reaction, or...?

All our guests are asked
about allergies, as you know.

Mistake?

If you don't have
a food allergen certificate,

you don't work here.

Bridge Street Hotel and Spa,

it's 500 quid a night

and they've had two sudden deaths

in the space of 24 hours.

Oh, you lose a star for that.

Yeah, well, the deaths aren't
being treated

as suspicious.
- So...?

So, the hotel's still open,

and I have volunteered you both to go.

Because?

Professor Tempest is staying there.

Hmm...

And I don't want him, out of boredom,

or curiosity or whatever
it is that goes on in there,

to interfere with procedure.

And you know how to handle him, you do.

So, get in, get it signed off
and get out.

Ah, I didn't realize you were up.

- Mm.
- And fully dressed.

I am seriously considering...
a mud bath.

I just heard that Kit actually
died last night.

So tragic.

I can practically hear
the wheels turning.

Jasper, an old man died of a stroke,

Kit probably died of a heart attack.

Nitro-glycerin spray
in his jacket pocket,

he had a heart condition.

I don't think there's a mystery,

except for us...

we're the mystery.

Mm.

I believe that after
an unpromising start,

this... was a positive
interaction.

Accompanied by sincerity and empathy.

His wife tried CPR, she's a doctor.

And who was closest to them?

Professor Tempest
and Dr. Goldberg.

How close?

Well, they were sharing the same table.

Okay, thanks, that's...
that's all for now.

We're gonna have to take a statement

from Professor Tempest,

just, um, stick to the facts,
right, keep it simple.

I've got a gig tonight...

in Weymouth...

with my dad's brass band.

...well, I'm going to change.

Mm!

Do you think that's why he's here?

Do you think they're having like
a naughty weekend?

Don't say that. Professor!

Just need the facts, we're not
treating this as suspicious.

Please do not ask me to accept
two deaths

on two consecutive nights

in the same location as coincidence.

Well, I mean, coincidences
happen all the time.

Let us tarry a while

in the slowly dwindling world of facts.

Before she was married to Kit Howard,

Dr. Naomi Ascherson

was betrothed to the owner of
this very establishment,

Finley Crawford.

Another fact, noticing
Mr. Kit Howard's discomfort,

when asked about his metier,

I took the opportunity of perusing

the Companies House website.

His finance business went into
administration three months ago.

Okay. Thanks.

- Winters.
- I've got the prelims

from the lab.

The first death...
- Clive Bairstow.

Yeah. Massive stroke,
instant death, as expected.

But Kit Howard's biomarkers are
indicating cyanide poisoning.

I'm gonna run some more tests,
but as a priority,

would you let his wife know?

- Yes, Ma'am.
- Thanks.

Better tell my dad.

Weymouth won't know what it's missing.

Cyanide?

I... I assumed it was his heart.

He was convulsing,
his eyes were bloodshot,

why didn't I see it?
- It was fast acting,

there was nothing you could've done.

I'm a doctor, for God's sake,

if I got saltwater into him,

he might still be alive.

Can you think of anyone who, um,

who might wanna do him harm?

No.

We know he was having
financial difficulties.

Well, hi... his business was
in the hands of the receivers,

but all the creditors were
gonna get paid.

You used to be married
to Finlay Crawford?

Really?

Is this where you're going?

Whose idea was the separation?

Ah, I don't know, it was mutual.

Wasn't that a bit odd that you...

Dining there? No.

Finlay had invited us, I...
I'd helped with a situation.

- Stroke victim.
- Yes, uh...

there was nothing I could do.

Our forensics officers need to
take a look in your kitchen,

remove food stuffs, drinks,
glassware, crockery,

that sort of thing.

Um, Kit Howard was poisoned.

Seriously? Poisoned?

Do we have your permission?

Of course.

We, uh, we kept the food from the table

where, um, I...

I told the waiter it could be evidence.

Right, and he, um, he sealed it?

Air lock Tupperware.

Could I just ask, wasn't it awkward,

Naomi and her new husband dining here?

Of course it was awkward.

N... Naomi left me
at my lowest point.

I thought I was losing the business,

I'd spent 15 years building
this place up

and then, in the middle of that,

she announced that she'd
found someone else.

Do you have children?

No... thank goodness.

She got Charlie, that was bad enough.

Charlie?

Our dog.

Got hit by a car.

Sorry.

I told the waiter,

everything on that table,
label it to be kept,

put it on the top shelf.

You saw him do that?

If I tell someone to do something,

I expect it to be done.

Okay, but did you actually...

The boss came in, no more covers,

no need for me to stick around.

Probably someone on the
breakfast shift chucked it out.

Where are your bins?

Emptied this morning.

- DS Winters.
- Yes.

You have an added briskness
to your pace.

Now why might that be, I wonder?

Mm, Kit Howard's death was
the result of cyanide poisoning.

I should like you to furnish me
with your evidence.

Also, the postmortem reports
on both deaths.

The first was a stroke.

Triggered by what?

Professor, you're, um...

you're here with Dr. Goldberg.

Correct.

As a couple?

Putative couple.

I don't know what that means exactly.

But, um, what I do know...

don't prioritize work over time with...

somebody who's important to you.

Uh, come.

Lunch?

Mm, I have received the autopsy reports

on Kit Howard and
Clive Bairstow's deaths.

Oh.

Okay.

And?

Oh, well, I mean I...

Yes, well, I... I... I...
I will delete them and, um,

yes, cast the incident from my mind

while we enjoy our break.

Even though you think
there's a possibility

that someone was murdered
right in front of you?

Yes.

- Jasper?
- Mm?

We're test driving this thing...

whatever it is.

And I knew there'd be
some rough terrain.

So read the reports,
but promise me one thing.

Alright?

Cyanide is found in various
fruits and vegetables.

- Yes.
- So, if the police believe

that it was an accidental death,

you'll accept that

and we can get on with our break.

Of course.

I'm trusting you.

PA system: Attention,
the store will be closing...

Hi.

Hi.

All that just for you?

Um...

I was supposed to be in
Weymouth tonight.

Yeah?

I play in a band.

Oh.

A brass band.

You're in a brass band,
you buy meat in tins,

play darts with your dad,
have you slipped

through a portal from the 1970s?

Yeah, well, don't knock it.

How many people do you know
with a black and white TV?

Oh, not many.

Well, hey, if you can tear
yourself away

from your prehistoric telly,

I'd like to buy you a drink,

say thanks for last night.

What about your boyfriend?

No, he's history.

Um...

It's really nice of you but, um...

I'm gonna have to say no.

Sorry.

No, it's... it's okay.

Um...

Gym?

You trying to flog me a membership.

Um, I own the gym.

Um, that's my business card

and that's... my number...

if you change your mind.

Okay, handbrake turn
on the cyanide case,

the full autopsy for Kit Howard

came in overnight

and slivers of semi-digested cassava

were found in his stomach.

Cassava, as you know,

contains a naturally occurring
form of cyanide.

Soaked and cooked properly,
it's harmless.

However, incorrectly prepared,
it can be deadly.

Yes, and there's no prizes for guessing

that the traces found in
Kit Howard were uncooked.

So, we're thinking accidental death?

Yeah, or a mistake in the kitchen,

possible negligence.

Food safety?

I've called them in.

I need you both to go back to
the hotel,

speak to the owner again,
and the staff,

especially the kitchen staff.
I've worked in kitchens.

- Have you?
- Yeah, full of surprises, me.

And I can guarantee you,
there will be somebody there

with a bit of gossip, a grudge,

just something that will open this up.

Pointing the finger at my staff,
my business...

Well, would you rather
he'd been murdered?

Honestly?

Of course, not.

Is cassava something that you
regularly use?

The chef used to crush it
to make flour for tortillas

but that was months ago.

Was it possible some of
the plant was kept by accident?

Mistaken for some other
vegetable, added to Kit's salad?

This is gonna finish me.

I thought no more meals
were being served?

The staff need to eat.

They trust you.

When was the last time
you used cassava?

You, um...

you know that's what killed Kit Howard?

Boss said.

Right, well, could it have got
onto his plate by accident?

You're accusing me of gross negligence,

you'd better have
something to back it up.

Julian?

You told us two nights ago
you left early,

and I've just spoken to staff

and they said you were
the last one to leave.

Well, that puts you in line
with the evidence.

Listen, Julian mate, I think
you'd better come with us.

Do not come near me.

Put the knife down.

Whatever's in your pocket,
mate, leave it.

You're not taking me in.

Argh!

Julian Morten, you're under arrest

in connection with the unlawful
killing of Kit Howard.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you fail to mention,
when questioned,

something which
you later rely on in court.

I suffer from claustrophobia,

in the event of an attack...
what does that say?

- Call this number.
- Call this number,

not spray me in the eyes with CS gas.

He was holding a knife.

He was chopping vegetables.

Okay.

Under pressure, who knows,

maybe I would've done the same.

But in your report I wanna know
what you've learned from this.

- Alright. Thanks, Ma'am.
- Thanks, Ma'am.

I'm afraid, uh, our kitchen is
gonna be closed today.

If you'd prefer to leave the hotel,

we're offering a full refund.

Well, when will it reopen?

To be honest I... I don't know.

Our chef's been taken in
for questioning.

In connection with Kit Howard's death?

Police think it was
probably accidental.

But, um, they're not
ruling out negligence,

so, the hotel can stay open
for now, but...

Sorry.
- Oh, thank you.

Accidental death.

Possibly negligence.

Two days of balmy sunshine is
forecast for the Devon coast.

Why have the police not
informed me of this?

Because it's not a homicide.

Jasper, we can just collect
our refund and go.

But this is where the answers are.

There's no puzzle.

Come on.

I need to speak to DCI Goswami.

Alright.

I'm going for a swim,
followed by a sauna

and a massage.

And I might even have a pedicure...

and a glass of champagne...

or three.

Naomi...

It's me.

Were you... were so
jealous that you would...

Of course not.
It was accidental.

Finlay! Finlay!

Accidental?

How can cyanide be accidental?

Dr. Ascherson.

What are the police doing about it?

I see, thank you.

The police believe there was
uncooked cassava

in your husband's salad.

Cassava?

Hence the cyanide.

Well, I'm gonna sue...
and get this place shut down.

He's, he's so careless.

Well, he did get our booking wrong.

When he offered me a free dinner,

all my instincts were
telling me to say no,

he's careless, his staff are careless,

and then someone...

sorry...

someone dies.

Professor!

DCI Goswami,

I have been looking at

Mr. Clive Bairstow's autopsy
report.

On page eight, mentioned
almost in passing...

A fragment of vegetative matter,

insufficient to cause blockage,

was removed from the esophagus.

I do read these things, you know.

I did not wish to imply otherwise.

Yeah, when we found out
Kit Howard's cause of death,

I asked for some more details,

and the vegetative matter
in Clive Bairstow's throat

was also cassava.

Odd choice of holiday reading,
Professor,

Clive Bairstow's autopsy, mm?

Goodbye.

Come in.

- Ma'am?
- Yes?

Is Julian Morten fit to be interviewed?

He's still in hospital. Why?
What have you got?

So, Morten's last job

was at the Crosslands Manor Hotel

in Mayfair.
- Mm-hmm.

Two years ago, they had an outbreak

of food poisoning.

And was he charged?

No, but what I'm thinking is that

Finaly Crawford would've known
about the Crosslands incident.

Mm, possibly.

Okay.

Let's just say I'm Finlay Crawford

and in a fit of jealousy,

I wanna kill Kit Howard,

how am I gonna do that?

Oh, I know, I will invite Kit and Naomi

to the hotel for dinner,

I'll poison him and then,
because of Julian's history,

he's gonna get blamed for it,
and I'll be in the clear.

I'll contact the hospital.

Thank you, Ma'am.

So are you telling me that
the stroke victim

had also eaten cassava?

- Exactly.
- Thanks.

Well, doesn't that just mean there was

a mistake in the kitchen?

Someone, you know, put
something in the wrong container

and, tragically, it caused two deaths?

Mm.

- What?
- You are, of course, aware

that a disproportionate number
of poisoners are women

and, of those, a significant fraction

work in the medical profession.

Jasper, don't you think that the shock

of seeing somebody die at our table

might be skewing your judgment?

Mm?

Where's that compatibility checklist?

So, we ticked honesty,

we've ticked, uh, effective
communication...

Uh, very well. The notion that
I may have been unable

to prevent a homicide
in plain sight, um,

yes, I can see that, um, that could,

um, could be exerting some...

vague influence.

Come on.

Two days on the Devon coast,

this will wait.

Will it, though?

What if DCI Goswami

charges the wrong person?

Well, she won't.

Because it's an accidental death.

Jasper, you promised.

It is not an accidental death.

Okay.

Mm.

Yeah, I'll see you,

assuming you want to,

back in Cambridge.
- What?

Helena.

Room 12, checking out.

Oh, um, was everything okay?

Yes, it, it was fine.

Sorry, I can't find my key.

Dear God!

They're trick candles!

I wonder if you could tell me what room

Simon and Paula Mulderson are in?

Oh, they checked out.

Oh, alright.

Oh, he's forgotten his lucky hat.

Left it on the bedpost.

Last time it was me, do you remember?

I came back for my glasses.
- They were on her head.

The whole time on my head.

Excuse me, I, um, I know this
might sound a bit odd

but I need a favor.

A favor?

You're right, it does sound rather odd.

You know, to respect
the tranquility of the spa,

my husband and I...
- As Christians.

We turn the other cheek.

But it has to be said, your partner...

Probably the rudest man we've ever met.

How on earth do you put up with him?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Helena?

Look...

Jasper I... I'm doing my best.

But I do need you to meet me half way.

Helena...

I too am doing my best.

I've got something to show you.

The Muldersons sent me a video,

which might prove that
you're right, I don't know.

Have a look at this.

What?

Surprise.

Prof T: Any moment now.

Pause.

DI Goswami: What am I supposed
to be seeing?

Zoom in.

There.

You think she's putting
raw cassava onto her...

onto her husband's plate?

Well, she'll just say
she was stealing food,

we've all done that, haven't we?

No.

I have.

Well, maybe it's a woman thing.

More poisoners evade prosecution

than any other category of killer.

What we need to ask ourselves is...

what did Naomi Ascherson gain
from her husband's death?

Could be financial.

Judging from the micro
expressions I observed

while sharing a table
with Dr. Ascherson,

financial concerns are
extremely important to her.

The failure of Kit Howard's business

was a clear source of pain.

Mm, he filed for bankruptcy
about three months ago.

Also, Finlay Crawford told us
that Naomi left him

when the hotel was failing.

Mm, took Charlie.

Uh, Charlie was their dog, he...

hit by a car, died.
- Mm.

Hang on, Naomi Ascherson
is a very successful woman

with a career most would envy.

Why would it matter so much to her

if her husband's business went under?

Let us suppose for a moment

that she is the living embodiment

of relative deprivation syndrome.

In the presence of other
successful people,

her own prosperity evaporates.

She therefore chooses husbands

on the basis of their achievements,

their successes are her successes,

their failures create deep,
painful, psychic wounds.

Is that plausible?

As a theory, maybe.

But there is one flaw,
the old guy who died...

Uh, Clive Bairstow.

Clive, he also swallowed cassava.

Are we saying that Naomi Ascherson

made her way into the kitchen

without anybody seeing her

and added it to the salad mix?

Prof T: No.

That would leave too much to chance.

As of now, I can only offer conjecture,

but what I will say,

if you interview her,
Dr. Ascherson will,

at some point, refer to
the death of Clive Bairstow.

If the professor's right,

even with the film and everything,

how do we prove the doctor did it?

Well, we'd need to link her
to the cassava.

Right.

But then how she got it has she...

has she ordered it online?

Has she gone to a market?

Has she grown it?

Yeah, let's try round the back.

Yeah.

Could be a cassava patch?

Sorry.

I didn't hear you.

Dr. Ascherson, we need you

to come with us.

We'd like you to answer some questions.

About what?

In connection with
your husband's death.

- And if I refuse?
- You'll be arrested.

Unbelievable.

Once I've sued the hotel
for negligence,

I'll sue you for wrongful arrest.

And that patch...

that's my dog.

Why don't you dig him up?

Have a good root around.

So, three months ago,
Kit Howard filed for bankruptcy

and two days before that there
was a substantial increase

in his life insurance.

Well, he... was under a lot of
stress and,

as you know, he had a heart condition.

Are you saying this was my motive?

Is it?

Seriously?

I'm a doctor.

My salary is adequate,

I have savings, the mortgage is paid

and, tiny detail, I happen to
love my husband.

Okay. And, for the record,

we are now showing
Dr. Ascherson footage

from the evening of Kit Howard's death.

You are clearly putting something

onto your husband's plate.

Kit would've loved this.

I am stealing a slice of radish.

Kit hated radishes.

My husband was unlawfully killed,

someone in that kitchen
made a terrible mistake.

Y... your consultant, um...

- Professor Tempest.
- Uh...

he said that staff negligence

allowed raw cassava
to get into the side salad

and I don't think it was just
Kit who was affected.

Meaning what?

Well, the previous night, uh,

an elderly man died from a stroke.

Clive Bairstow.

Was it triggered by cassava?

Do you know?
Have you tried to find out?

How did you know that she was
gonna mention Clive Bairstow?

Because that is
Dr. Ascherson's alibi.

If Clive Bairstow swallowed cassava,

that would seem to take her
out of the equation,

focus attention on the kitchen.

No one outside this room

knew that Clive Bairstow
had a sliver of cassava

in his esophagus,

no one apart from Dr. Ascherson

and she knew...

because she put it there.

She put it there?

What is the first thing a doctor does

when presented with someone
who is a non-responsive?

- Checks the airways.
- Exactly.

I've never seen a suspect who's
confident as Dr. Ascherson.

Mm, in the mind of the poisoner,
they're merely setting a trap,

it is the victim who spring it.

This, uh, logic mitigates guilt.

What you're describing,
that is some plan.

Dr. Ascherson undoubtedly gamed
a number of scenarios

wherein the life of her husband
could be expunged, but...

this opportunity proved
too exquisite to resist.

Use a natural death
as a cover for murder,

kill one husband while
suing her former spouse

for his demise.

Perfect.

DI Goswami: Well, speak to
the search team,

see what they can uncover.

Professor?

I think someone has made
an absurd mistake.

Someone just informed me

that my mother was taken ill

on her flight from New York,

uh, rushed to St. Hugo's.

She has never had
a day's illness in her life.

She has just circumnavigated the globe.

So, how is she?

Fast asleep.

Um, they've ruled out anemia
and dehydration.

Oh good.

Pfft, God, hospitals.

It is DS Winters. Mm.

Tempest.

I'm at Dr. Ascherson's
with the search team.

There's no traces of cassava so far.

We've had to call it off.
- DS Winters?

Uh, her lawyer's got an injunction.

Hang on.

Oh, gross.

The search team accidentally unearthed

her dead dog.

Professor?

If it was unearthed prior to
the injunction,

it is admissible evidence
and should be examined.

Why? Why would it be evidence?

Uh, Dr. Ascherson is not
a serial killer,

how did she know that
the poison would work?

She tested the method on her dog.

No, her dog got hit by a car,
Finlay Crawford told us.

And where did Finlay Crawford
obtain that information?

Dr. Ascherson,

how do you explain the fact that
you were in contact

with two people over
the same 24-hour period,

Clive Bairstow and your husband, Kit,

when they both had cassava
in their systems?

Do I really have to go over this again?

Ha... have you even charged
anyone at the hotel?

Are you suggesting someone
working at the hotel

fed cassava to your dog?

DI Goswami: An autopsy
found traces of cassava

in your dog's stomach.

That's two men and a dog,

and no one else had contact
with all three.

You're the common denominator.

Naomi Ascherson,

you're charged with the murder
of Kit Howard.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you fail to mention,
when questioned,

something which you later
rely on in court.

Hi, you probably don't remember me.

Brass band man.

I didn't think you were gonna call.

Um, I... I thought I might take
you up on your offer

to buy me a drink.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Okay, um...

what about Tuesday?

Sounds good.

Nice, I'll, um, I'll send you a text.

Yeah.

See you then.

Great.