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It's with you, Davenstock.

I'm all in.

- Are you sure? - Never more so, Cadogan.

I'll see you.

Pair of aces.

Nine...

Ten.

Jack.

A run beats a pair.

Same time next week?

Wait!

One final wager.

All or nothing.

Our estates in Chelsea.

Similar size, I believe.

One cut of the cards... winner takes all.

Aces high?

Well, there we are.

You've been very sporting about this, Henry.

I shall let you keep a few acres

as a memento of the evening.

I'll have them drawn up on the map.

All in.

I call.

Call.

Two pairs.

A straight.

Straight wins.

Can you advance me 15, old boy?

We agreed a limit.

Well, then let's agree another one.

I'll need a signature.

I'm not signing some piece of paper

while I'm in the middle of the game.

- I'm the Earl of Davenstock! - Rory, just...

Just don't...

Maybe we should just leave here.

Come on.

Give me the money.

Deal the cards.

- Full house. - Oh, f...

Come on.

And a flush. Full house wins.

How can you do that night after night?

When you run out of money?

And don't you think we should be slowing down anyway?

Why?

You know why.

What difference does that make to me?

It makes a difference to us!

I don't want to talk about this right now.

You never do.

For God's sake, Freddie!

Look, it's been a long night and I'm gonna go to bed.

I'll see you in the flat, yeah?

Is that you?

Mmm...

For Christ's sakes, do we have to keep arguing?

What do you want?

I want the money you owe me.

Well, you can't have it.

What's the matter?

Aren't you good for your debts?

Maybe I should take the deeds to this church.

Isn't that what Davenstocks do?

Sell off their family heirlooms?

Piss off!

You owe me hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Put that away.

Oh, don't be such a bloody idiot.

I'm warning you.

I should have seen this coming,

borrowing from scum.

You'll get your money.

This is your last chance.

"Oh, this is your last chance..."

Ooh. Forgive them, Lord. They know not what they do.

Morning, Max.

- Layla. - Morning.

What have you found, Ashley?

Male, early 40s, killed by a single shot from a handgun.

It's a Baikal IJ-70.

Well, you don't see too many of those.

Mmm.

And who's the victim?

- Erm, Trent Wilsher. - Of the Wilshers?

There's a second bullet lodged in here.

I was tempted to do that to my alarm clock this morning.

Any others?

It doesn't appear so.

We found two bullet casings.

And who's the chap outside?

He's called Freddie Rollanson. He called it in.

Thank you.

Rory and I were with friends.

They were here till pretty late.

- How late? - About 4:00, I think.

And who's Rory?

The Earl of Davenstock.

He's my partner.

He lives in a flat at the back of the church.

We both do.

Go on.

Er...

But when everyone had gone,

I came out here to smoke a cigarette...

I saw Trent Wilsher going back into the church.

He'd been here earlier, and then I heard these shots.

How many shots?

Two.

Why did Trent Wilsher go back inside?

There'd been a poker game.

Rory owed him money.

So what did you do when you heard the gunshots?

I waited till everything was quiet,

then I went back inside and...

I found Trent Wilsher lying there.

There's a bullet lodged in the clock in the church

which suggests that the shots were fired at 04:27,

but you dialled 999 at 04:36. Why the delay?

I was scared.

I thought I'd get shot myself.

And as far as you know,

Rory Davenstock was the only other person in the church

when the shooting took place?

- Yes. - So where is he now?

I have no idea.

He must have left through the side door.

I've been trying to get in contact with him,

but his phone's not responding.

The victim is Trent Wilsher, older brother of Carl Wilsher.

Emergency services were called at 04:36

by Rory Davenstock's partner,

Freddie Rollanson, who claims he was

outside the church and heard two gunshots.

According to him, Rory Davenstock,

whose family own the church,

was inside when the shooting happened and is now missing.

I want to know who went into that church

and what time they came out again.

I've put out a request for CCTV footage

from the church and the surrounding area.

Great.

Now, Jess, I think we've all heard of the Wilshers.

Is there anything particular we might need to know?

Oh, they moved to England about 10 years ago.

There's not much they're not involved in... drugs,

illegal gambling, extortion.

But they've never been convicted of anything.

Trent Wilsher was married to Abby Wilsher,

who you'll find all over Instagram,

and who has her own line of cosmetics.

Just Abby.

Now, the Wilshers' big thing is money lending.

They don't operate like your average building society.

My dad knew the Wilshers back in Dublin

when he was in the Garda.

Carl Wilsher was tried for the murder

of an Albanian drug smuggler.

He got off, but there was a rumour

he was only taking the rap for his older brother.

They have a reputation for not cooperating with the police.

You can expect a bumpy ride with them.

Well, they'll want their money. And they'll want revenge.

As far as the Davenstocks are concerned,

I've been on Debrett's Peerage and Baronetage...

Tage, tag...

- Is that how you say it? - Sure.

Yeah. The family used to own half of Chelsea.

But the first Earl of Davenstock

gambled it away back in the 18th century.

Rory is the 13th Earl.

Describes himself as a "bon vivant".

His mother, Allegra, lives near to the church

with his sister, Sylvestra.

And his brother, Andrew, runs Davenstock's Bank.

So, our priority is to find Rory Davenstock.

Let's talk to family, anyone who knows him.

Someone might be helping him to hide.

The longer it goes on,

the harder he's gonna be to find.

Uniform broke the news to Abby Wilsher.

Why don't you two go and see what she has to say?

I used to have an aunt who lived in Chislehurst.

We all thought she was very lah-di-dah.

We're very sorry for your loss, Mrs Wilsher.

I can't believe this has happened.

It was all kicking off last night.

Rory Davenstock, he'd been drinking,

but how could he do this?

We haven't arrested or charged anyone yet.

It was him, though, wasn't it?

He's a person of interest.

Were you aware that Mr Davenstock

was running up debts with your husband?

Trent lent lots of people money. He was very generous like that.

I didn't get involved in the business, no.

You're best off speaking to his brother Carl.

- Was Carl there last night? - Yeah.

Yeah. I left with him.

- He gave me a lift home. - What time was this?

Maybe 4:00. Zak drove us.

Did you try to call Trent?

No, I knew he was busy.

Weren't you worried about him?

We've examined his phone

and there were no incoming calls.

He didn't like to be disturbed when he worked.

We've only been married a year.

I don't know what I'm gonna do without my Trent. He made me...

He made me feel safe.

Where did you first meet, if you don't mind me asking?

Why does that matter?

Well, it's just one of our inquiries.

In hospitality.

If you must know.

Here you are. I've got you some samples

from the Just Abby makeup range.

You could hand them out to your colleagues if you like.

That's very kind, but we're not allowed to accept gifts.

- Are you sure? - Police regulations.

Oh, Carl.

You're all right?

- It's gonna be all right. - Carl Wilsher, I'm DS Walsh,

and this is DC Lombard from Chelsea CID.

We need to ask you some questions

about what happened last night.

- Not now. - It's important that we speak--

I said, not now.

I'll come to the station later, with my lawyer.

In the meantime, I'm gonna console

my brother's grieving widow, and you can do your job,

which is to find Rory Davenstock.

Come on.

Well, they seemed close.

I noticed. Is that how you greet your brother-in-law?

Layla, I've met her before.

She was probably about 19 at the time.

It was part of an investigation into lap dancing clubs.

She was one of the dancers.

The Wilshers had just started muscling in on the club scene.

She married the boss?

Looks like it.

Max.

Er, yeah, sure. We'll head straight there.

Er, no, the traffic shouldn't be too bad.

OK. Bye.

He thinks that Chislehurst is halfway to Brighton.

That's what happens when you cycle

around Chelsea your whole life.

These detectives are looking for Rory, Mummy.

It's about something that happened in the church.

What happened?

Somebody died.

Was it a burglar?

I don't think so.

They're wondering if we know where Rory is.

What's he supposed to have done?

A man was shot dead

in St Edward's Church last night, Lady Davenstock.

Your son was there,

and we need to question him urgently.

Well, if he's done something bad, he'll have to pay.

He's always been headstrong, Rory.

Is he still friendly with that young man?

Do you mean Freddie Rollanson, Mummy?

They're in a relationship.

I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't at the bottom of this.

I know his type... spongers, parasites.

I don't know why you're asking me.

My son's in his mid-40s, you know. He isn't a child.

You'd be better off asking my daughter.

They've always been thick with each other.

Have you heard from Rory, Miss Davenstock?

Not at all.

We were here all evening, weren't we, Mummy?

We played Scrabble, didn't we?

Did we?

You'll have to excuse her.

She gets confused, especially later in the day.

Do you live with your mother full-time?

Yes. It's just the two of us. I'm unmarried, you see,

and she needs me.

You mentioned Freddie Rollanson.

- So you know him? - Not well.

Rory lives his own life these days.

Were you aware he was gambling in St Edward's last night?

That's most nights, sadly.

Well, if you hear from him,

please get in touch with us immediately.

Of course.

Why do you say that about Rory's friend?

Because it's true.

Good morning.

Follow me.

My brother and I, we move in very different circles.

When Rory inherited the title after my father died,

he moved into St Edward's and...

...turned it into some sort of nightclub.

Goodness knows what our ancestors

would have thought of that.

Rory's the eldest.

Well, technically, that's my sister.

She and Rory are twins.

She popped out 10 minutes earlier,

but... he's the Earl.

Remind us how that works.

It's primogeniture.

The title passes down the male line.

Tough on Syli, but there it is.

- Syli? - Sylvestra.

We... We call her Syli.

Has your brother ever been involved with the family bank?

Other than to take money out, not at all.

Well, the bank is owned by the three of us.

But believe me, we keep Rory away

from the day-to-day running of it.

Mr Davenstock, are you aware that your brother has been

borrowing money privately to finance his gambling debts?

Well, gambling is the family vice.

If he's the head of the family that owns the bank,

why would he need to borrow from loan sharks?

You'll have to ask him that.

He's got a line of credit here if he chooses to use it.

I'm sure you're also aware that to hide somebody

who is wanted for questioning

in relation to a crime is a crime in itself.

Is that right?

So just ask again.

Have you any idea where he might be?

He might be my brother, but I am not his keeper.

There's a camera that picks up

Freddie Rollanson sitting on a bench

in the Square, which doesn't cover

the church's main entrance.

Here he is, smoking a cigarette.

Then he stands up, he's on his phone,

and he walks out of shot. Now...

There's the first gunshot.

Wait for it.

And then the second.

The time code is 04:27, which matches the time

on the broken clock.

We're chasing footage for the camera that covers

the church's main entrance,

where Freddie said he was before he went in.

As for the side door that Rollanson said

Davenstock left by,

Sod's law... it's a blind spot.

So we've only got Rollanson's word that he didn't

go into the church until after the shooting?

Exactly.

Anything on Davenstock's phone?

The last signal was inside the church

just after the murder,

but it seems to have been switched off ever since.

The bullet entered here,

clipping the left pulmonary artery

which would have caused instant exsanguination, blood loss.

A round from a Baikal IJ-70

creates a narrow, deep wound channel.

It tore through the sternum and the intercostal muscles.

There's an exit wound on his back.

Er, would he have died instantly?

Mmm... Well, I...I don't think so.

Oh.

Do these blood smears indicate

that he managed to crawl a few feet before he died?

Yeah, he would have entered hypovolemic shock

and lost consciousness very quickly after that.

And the proximity of the shot?

Well, the blood pattern analysis on Trent Wilsher's clothing

should determine who was where when he was killed.

Although looking at the angle

and the velocity of the bullet alone,

he appears to have been shot from about 10 feet away.

What about the gun itself?

It's of Eastern European origin and quite rare in the UK.

The serial number's been filed down,

- so it won't be easy to trace. - Fingerprints?

Afraid not.

So it's, erm, all about the missing Earl.

Yeah, that's certainly a main focus.

I've been looking into the Davenstocks.

The earldom was created in 1740s,

but the lineage goes all the way back to the Norman Conquest.

One of the Davenstocks was executed by Henry VIII.

I'd never have thought you'd be into all that aristocratic shit.

I've got a subscription to ancestry.com.

Mmm.

How are you doing?

I've been thinking about the Wilshers.

Mmm-hmm.

Now that Trent is dead,

we're assuming that Carl

becomes head of the family, right?

Yeah, that would make sense.

There was always a lot of rivalry

between the two brothers back in Ireland.

What I'm wondering is, is there any way that Carl

could have framed Rory Davenstock

for Trent's murder?

Well...

We can't place Carl in St Edward's Church

- at the time of the murder. - Not at the moment, no.

Abby said that they left it at around 0400.

Obviously, we need to corroborate that.

Yeah. OK, let's assume Carl killed his brother.

Why would Rory Davenstock go on the run?

If he witnessed it, he'd be in fear of his life.

- What's that? - Avocado salad.

You got a problem with that?

- No. - Have you eaten?

Well...

There's a funny smell on the boat.

It's rather put me off my food.

Good morning.

Got you a bacon roll.

Ooh.

- Naughty... - Just think of it as fuel.

I won't tell Helen if you don't.

Look at this.

I'm on Davenstock's iCloud account.

His phone's just been activated.

Let's go.

- Connor. - We've got a trace

of Davenstock's phone.

He's at Chelsea Embankment Gardens.

Great. I'll meet you there.

Keep your jacket on.

We're on the move.

Anything?

- He's in there. - Layla, Jess, top entrance.

- Connor, come with me. - Yup.

Police! Keep your hands where I can see them.

So, Mr Rollanson,

why did you have Rory Davenstock's phone?

He left it behind.

I found it when I discovered the body. I...

I thought it might contain the numbers for dealers and...

...the stuff that could incriminate him.

So, having apparently just shot a man dead, you were worried

he was going to get into trouble for buying drugs?

I wasn't thinking straight.

And it's been in your possession ever since?

Yes.

We call that concealing vital evidence.

Why did you turn it on again?

Why now?

I don't know.

I'm trying to find Rory.

I thought it might give me a clue as to where he is.

- A...a message or something. - And did you?

No. I don't even know his passcode.

I thought it might be his birthday, but it wasn't.

I don't know where he is.

You have to believe me.

On the CCTV footage we recovered from the Square,

you made a call on your own phone?

No, I didn't.

Let me show you.

I was just picking up messages.

- From whom? - Friends.

Our technical team will confirm that

one way or another.

How do we know you didn't shoot Trent Wilsher yourself?

Why would I shoot Trent Wilsher?

To get him off Rory's back.

This is mad.

I need a solicitor.

We can get you a solicitor.

But I didn't do it.

I wasn't there.

Rory and I love each other.

His family hate the fact that he's gay.

Davenstocks can't be gay. They have to keep breeding.

And then I come along.

And you imagine...

...I'm literally their worst nightmare.

Well, what would you charge him with?

Obstruction, perverting the course of justice.

- Is that it? - I've got six.

Max, just had an ANPR

from Chelsea Bridge showing Abby and Carl Wilsher

with their driver heading south on the night of the murder.

- Chislehurst. - What time was this?

The timecode was 5:02,

but that's more than half an hour after the murder.

So Abby Wilsher lied to us.

Now, you're back.

We have a few more questions, Mrs Wilsher.

Have you found him yet? The man that killed my husband.

We'll let you know as soon as we've got any news.

Abby, when we met before, you said that Zak drove you

and Carl Wilsher back to Chislehurst

together at around 4:00 am.

Yeah, that's right.

We have video evidence of Carl's car

on Chelsea Bridge at 5:02 am,

an hour later than that.

Could you explain how that's consistent

with what you told us?

I was confused.

I was in the early stages of grief.

So, what were you doing between

leaving St Edward's Church and driving home?

We were waiting for Trent.

Did you know he'd gone back into the church?

I knew he was angry with Rory Davenstock.

Trent didn't like it when people were rude to him.

How long were you waiting?

I can't remember.

We wanted to see what was going on.

When we got to the church, we saw the police cars arriving.

We didn't know what had happened.

Did you know Trent had a gun with him?

- No. - Weren't you worried about him?

Surely your priority was to find him

rather than driving home with your brother-in-law?

Of course I was worried. I was worried sick.

But Carl wanted to go home.

I was confused.

I wasn't lying.

Then she must have known we'd find out.

I'm pretty sure she's forced to say

whatever Carl Wilsher tells her to.

And the driver confirmed what she said.

Well, the driver is on the Wilshers' payroll.

Max, that footage from outside

the church's main door has just landed.

Freddie Rollanson was telling the truth.

He was still outside when the shots were fired.

Show us.

We have to let him go.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean he isn't part of a conspiracy.

Where are we with Carl Wilsher?

Er, his solicitor's stalling.

His client's got a busy schedule.

He'd rather we went through him, et cetera, et cetera.

We can't arrest him. We haven't got any evidence yet.

Even if we did arrest him,

it's not gonna help us find Rory Davenstock.

Mmm.

Max, I know you don't like this sort of thing,

but I'm beginning to think we need to raise

the profile of the case.

Mmm.

How about a public appeal?

We'll just get a flood of false sightings.

But we only need one of them to be right.

I agree.

I am absolutely not going to hold a public appeal.

Any comment at all?

No comment? No?

I'm sorry.

We've written a few notes for your mother,

but it's important that she says it in her own words.

Well, let's explain it to her.

Mummy, the detective needs a word.

I don't understand why I'm waiting here.

Can't we get on with it?

Er, Lady Davenstock, this is an outline

of what we'd like you to say.

Where are my reading glasses? Do we have them?

Oh, I've got them.

But those are the wrong ones.

We're all ready.

Have I got time to go to the bathroom?

Er, yeah.

Erm...

Please bear in mind that Rory Davenstock

may have changed his appearance.

If you see him, please do not approach him.

We would appeal to anyone who has information

relating to the murder to contact us immediately.

I am now going to ask his mother,

Allegra Davenstock, to say a few words.

Rory, darling, the police need to speak to you.

They want to know what happened in St Edward's.

It's very important that you get in touch.

You've always been a naughty boy.

And it sounds as though you may have gone too far this time.

So be a good boy and hand yourself in.

You were always a naughty boy.

It was fine.

No-one will remember a word I said.

Well, the online reaction's been good.

We're gonna get swamped.

There's somebody who's convinced

they saw him at Victoria Station.

Someone else who thinks they saw him

at the Chelsea game last night.

Another person saw him booking into a hotel in Bayswater.

DI Arnold.

I'm on my way.

Madeline.

Olivia, are you all right?

- I'm fine. - Has something happened?

That's why I'm here.

Look, I've only got five minutes.

I saw your press conference. You really ought to brush

your hair if you're going to do these things.

Four minutes.

Allegra Davenstock. Lady Davenstock.

We go way back.

We used to go to the same parties,

although she wasn't quite so posh then.

Do you know where she came from?

- Swindon. - Swindon?

Well, a small estate just outside.

No more than a couple of hundred acres.

Well, I thought

if I bumped into her by chance, she might tell me something

that she hasn't told the police.

- What do you think? - Olivia...

...I'm going to spell this out really clearly.

No. No. No.

My aunt wants to join the team

- as an amateur sleuth. - I love your aunt.

You love her because you see her in very small doses.

How is she?

Well, despite her recent mugging,

she's pretty irrepressible.

She certainly seems keen to get out of the house.

Er, surely that's a good thing?

No, it unleashes her onto the streets of Chelsea.

Good afternoon.

Andrew Davenstock. I understand you might be interested in...

Ah. Er, do I know you?

I'm Carl Wilsher.

Of course.

I was so sorry to hear about you--

I'm not here for your sympathy.

I'm here cos your family owes my family

a lot of money.

Are you talking about my brother, Rory?

Yes, I'm afraid Davenstock's Bank

isn't responsible for his private debts.

If you're, erm... If you're trying to find Rory,

you'd be better off talking to his friend,

Freddie Rollanson.

I daresay he can help you.

Get out.

Get out or I will call the police.

No, you won't.

I'll let you know the amount

and you'll pay it.

What are you two laughing at?

Nothing.

What?

Max, you're a meme.

This man threatened me, Mummy.

- In my office! - Who was he?

He was one of the Wilshers. He said his name was Carl.

You'd better go and talk to those detectives.

There's nothing we can do.

Did Rory actually kill this frightful man?

Well, the police seem to think so.

Well, let's hope they're wrong.

This won't be good for business.

Davenstocks needs to project an air of solid

respectability at all times.

That's your forte, isn't it?

I'm surprised Rory managed to shoot in the right direction.

He was always hopeless.

You're all as bad as each other.

No, we're not!

I didn't shoot a man dead in a drunken rage.

Honestly, I came round thinking I might get some sympathy.

It's always been in short supply in this family!

My eldest son has been accused of murder.

What sympathy am I getting?

Do you have to be so hard on Andrew?

You're no better.

You never stopped complaining about your childhood,

that the boys got all the attention.

Well, they did!

You had a splendid childhood.

All those skiing holidays.

I am going for a walk.

Don't you want me to come with you?

I do not need mollycoddling.

I just want some fresh air.

Oh, for God's sake, answer your phone.

Allegra Davenstock!

Well, well, well. It's been such a long time.

Olivia Arnold, Livy.

It would be so nice to have a catch-up.

So this is Davenstock Square.

It's absolutely lovely here.

Do you know I've never even seen it before?

It's not generally open to the public.

You live in Chelsea, do you?

Oh, yes. Oh, I have done all my life.

Actually, it's quite extraordinary

we've never bumped into each other before now.

Do you remember those parties we used to go to?

What fun they were.

If you say so.

You're lucky that you don't have children.

Mine are a constant source of heartache.

One of my boys is in trouble

over this nonsense at the church.

Yes, I did read about that.

The police have been round, asking all sorts of questions.

Oh... they're so annoying, aren't they?

It was easier when their father was still alive.

Now I have to deal with everything on my own.

They squabble with each other all the time.

They simply don't know how lucky they are.

I have a nephew, I know just what you mean.

- He's very spoiled. - Hmm.

My eldest son, he's in a relationship with this man.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

I know we all have to adapt.

And young people see things differently, but...

Really, it's just too much.

Absolutely.

You're not a journalist, are you?

Good Lord, no!

I'm just a sympathetic friend.

Where's your boyfriend?

- What do you mean? - Where is he?

I've no idea. I haven't seen him.

He killed my brother.

Listen, if I could help, I would,

but I don't know where he is.

I don't believe you.

No, no. Please, please.

Where have you been?

You've been gone all day.

We were busy.

Doing what?

Never mind what.

Trying to get back the money we're owed.

Can I have a word with you?

In private.

I feel so vulnerable.

I'm all alone now.

You're not alone.

You'll look after me, won't you?

You haven't been drinking those all afternoon, have you?

I've only had a couple.

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Er, sorry, I, erm...

I just need a minute.

Back with you.

Freddie Rollanson.

He's been beaten up pretty badly.

He was found unconscious near the Thames path.

Where is he now?

Chelsea Central.

We won't be able to talk to him until the morning.

Is this Carl Wilsher?

- It sounds like it. - He's probably thinking

that if he intimidates Freddie,

he'll lead him to Rory Davenstock.

We can't let Carl get to Rory before we do.

Er... I'm coming!

So I've got to go. I'll call you straight back.

- Oh, it's you. - Well, who else would it be?

Oh, Max, what is that smell?

It's a mystery.

- Was I expecting you? - Possibly not.

But you'll be glad when you hear what I've got to tell you.

I...bumped into Allegra outside Davenstock Square.

You don't even live in that part of Chelsea.

Well, I've gone for a walk

and I wanted to increase my step count.

Go on.

Let me see if I've got this right.

Rory Davenstock is planning

to marry his lover and start a family.

But an adopted son can't become the Earl.

It has to be a natural Davenstock.

Rory has taken so many drugs over the years that, apparently,

he now only shoots blanks.

Now, I'm no detective,

but I wondered if this might have a bearing on the case.

- You're right, Olivia. - Thank you.

You're no detective.

And I asked you specifically not to interfere.

We were just having a friendly chat.

I asked you not to interfere because any defence barrister

who discovered that a senior detective's aunt

had entrapped his witness in a murder investigation

would ask the judge to throw out the case and may well succeed.

I'll get my coat.

I've spoken to the Davenstocks' solicitors, Max.

There's an important detail about the terms of succession

that were established back in the day.

If the Earl is sent to prison for what they call

a heinous crime, he forfeits the title.

So if that happened, who would inherit it?

Andrew Davenstock.

And there's more. The two brothers

are at loggerheads over the terms of succession.

Rory's trying to change them, but Andrew's opposing it.

Why would he want to do that?

Maybe Rory thinks all this primogeniture stuff

is outdated nonsense

whereas Andrew prefers the status quo.

It's easy to imagine that he might well

want to become the Earl himself

and pass the title down to his own children.

Ah.

The aggrieved younger brother.

So, if Rory Davenstock were convicted of murder,

Andrew is a direct beneficiary, and his family, too.

All right,

let's speak to him again.

How you feeling, Freddie?

I'm alive.

- Who did this to you? - I don't know.

I didn't see them.

Come on, Freddie. It was broad daylight.

Everyone's after me, aren't they?

Davenstocks hate me.

Rory's mother won't even look me in the eye.

Are you seriously telling me

that one of the Davenstocks did this?

It sounds a lot more like the Wilshers.

I'm not testifying in court.

You're the victim of a serious assault.

All you need to do is give me a name

and then we can make an arrest.

Please.

I don't want to get involved.

I just need a name, Freddie.

Connor.

Freddie identified Carl Wilsher. We're good to arrest him.

OK, I'll come with you.

Great.

Will you pick me up from outside the hospital?

Yeah, 10 minutes.

I assumed you were getting in touch

to update me on the progress that you're making.

We're exploring various lines of inquiry.

The Davenstocks are one of Chelsea's oldest

and most distinguished families.

We have a right to know how you're getting on.

With respect, you have exactly the same rights

as any other family in a similar situation.

We're not living in the 18th century.

Yes, more's the pity.

It was a joke.

As we understand it, if your brother goes to prison,

you become the Earl yourself.

What are you talking about?

The terms of succession.

Any Earl of Davenstock convicted of a heinous crime

forfeits the title.

Now you're living in the 18th century.

Is it true your brother wants to change the terms?

- Does he? - Well, he wants to enable

any children he might have with Freddie Rollanson

to inherit, whether they are biological Davenstocks or not.

The terms of succession can't be changed

without the unanimous agreement of all living family members.

They've stood for the last 200 years.

There've always been bad Davenstocks

and good ones that keep the show on the road.

We had to cut Rory off before he bankrupted us all.

When we interviewed you before,

you said, "He's got a line of credit here

- "if he chooses to use it." - Oh, did I?

Why would you have said that if it wasn't true?

What business was it of yours?

Remind me where you were

the night Trent Wilsher was killed.

I was... I was at home with my wife.

Ask her.

What on earth are you implying?

That I somehow arranged Trent Wilsher's murder

so that my brother would go to prison

and I'd inherit the title?

For God's sake, this is lunacy!

Mr Davenstock, please calm down.

I am calm.

Now, if you do eventually charge Rory,

I would appreciate knowing in advance

so that I can prepare my elderly mother

for this devastating news.

Your mother seems well looked after

by your sister.

Yes, well, that cuts both ways.

There he is.

OK, call it in.

This is DS Walsh and DC Pollock

in Malmains Way, Chislehurst, in pursuit

of a dark green Range Rover, Bravo One Gold Alpha Foxtrot.

Heading west towards Foxgrove Avenue.

All units in the area, name of driver, Carl Wilsher.

Shit!

- Move! - Come on!

Go, go, go!

That's it.

Are you in a hurry, Carl?

I'd hate to see you getting a speeding ticket.

What are you doing here?

- I was hoping to see Syli. - Syli is out.

She's at the doctor's.

I can wait.

Have you heard anything?

From the police?

The family are being kept in the picture.

Has Rory been in touch with you?

Freddie.

What happened to you?

It was the Wilshers.

They think I'm hiding Rory.

How about you?

The doctor says I need to avoid stress.

We're all under stress, dear.

What would your father have made of all of this?

Daddy loved Rory.

Certainly preferred him to Andrew.

Parents aren't supposed to have favourites, Mummy.

Not this again.

You know better. You always did.

Your father and I did everything

we possibly could have as parents.

And this is how you repay us, all of you.

Did you hurt your hand there, Carl?

I was in the shed trying to fix something.

Oh. You do your own handiwork, do you?

Yesterday, this man was attacked

in broad daylight in the heart of Chelsea.

It's a dodgy neighbourhood.

People think it's full of rich folk,

but you'd be surprised.

He's identified you as his attacker.

Has he now?

I was in Chislehurst all yesterday.

My sister-in-law will back that up.

The same sister-in-law who told us

you left the church at 4:00 am

when, in fact, you left at 5:00.

Listen...

...my brother was murdered two days ago.

My... brother.

And what have you done? Have you arrested the fella who did it,

this Earl?

No, you haven't.

You're harassing me,

and you've been harassing his widow.

I hear you've been a great comfort to her

since Trent died, Carl. That's nice.

The latest sightings of the Earl

include a woman who thought she saw him

at the airport in Buenos Aires.

Someone else at the Penguin Beach at London Zoo.

Hey, I'll check that one out. I love penguins.

Er, where are you off to?

Just popping out for some lunch.

Do you want anything?

I'm sorted.

I was thinking maybe... a double cheeseburger

with some fries.

Maybe some hash browns on the side.

- You're lying. - Mmm.

Sticky-toffee pudding to follow.

You're still lying.

Hi, guys. Gettin' some lunch.

- You want anything? - That's all right.

Are you a police officer?

Er, yes. How can I help?

I'm the Earl of Davenstock...

...and I shot Trent Wilsher.

We argued. I borrowed a small amount early.

You know, 15 or something, it was no big deal.

I just told him to add it to the rest.

How much do you owe the Wilshers?

I have no idea.

Trent pulled a gun on me.

I said, don't be silly or something like that. I, I...

I lunged at him and he shot. It missed.

Then after that, I don't know how it happened.

I got hold of the gun and it went off.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Obviously, we were both just trying to grab the gun.

So the two of you were up close together.

We were.

Forensics show that the fatal shot was

fired from roughly 10 feet away.

Yeah, that's right.

Once I'd got the gun, he pushed me rather forcefully.

I was staggering backwards when it went off,

so 10 feet sounds about right.

You didn't shoot deliberately.

I'm not used to handguns. The trigger was very sensitive.

We didn't find your fingerprints on the gun.

I wiped it clean.

Have you changed your clothes since this happened?

How could I? No.

Good. We'll send them to forensics

to check for gunshot residue.

Be my guest.

Perhaps you can drop them off at my dry cleaners

in Sloane Street afterwards.

So, having accidentally shot Trent Wilsher,

anyone else would have called an ambulance,

notified the police, but you didn't.

Well, I could see how it might look,

so I decided to lie doggo for a while.

Why didn't you ask Freddie Rollanson for help?

He was just outside the church.

Well, I didn't wanna get Freddie mixed up in any of this.

- It's not his fault. - We found him with your phone.

Did you give it to him to keep safe?

No, Freddie's got nothing to do with this.

I...I read about him being attacked.

Is he OK?

Why did you give yourself up now?

Is Freddie OK?

He's all right. It's not Freddie we're talking about.

Why have you given yourself up now?

Well, what else was I gonna do?

Stay on the run?

Hide in people's attics?

Look, I realise that none of this looks good for me, but...

...I decided that I should do the decent thing.

It was him or me, self-defence.

And is the jury really going to convict someone like me

who managed to fight off a thug like Trent Wilsher?

He did turn up with a gun after all.

Some might think that he had it coming.

- Hey, you. - Hey, Max!

You're famous!

- Am I? - You're all over the Internet.

- Oh. - You look very handsome,

- I thought. - My aunt said

I should have brushed my hair.

I wanted to check.

Are we seeing each other this evening?

Y-Yes. I'm really looking forward to it.

OK, I'll see you later.

Great.

We just had a sighting of Rory Davenstock

getting onto a fishing boat in Hastings.

Could have sworn he was sitting in a cell downstairs.

Morning, everyone. Caffeine boost.

I hate to tell you this, Max, it's already out there

on social media that we've made an arrest.

It's like they knew before we do.

And the CPS have been in touch.

They're worried that if Rory withdraws his confession,

we don't have the forensics to convict him.

Freddie Rollanson changed his mind.

- What? - He didn't get a clear enough

look at Carl to identify him in court.

Also, the tech team have been looking through Freddie's phone.

He's one of these people that deletes everything.

Recent calls, chats, messages.

We'll be able to recover the information,

but it will take a while.

What about Andrew Davenstock, is he still a suspect?

And what about Carl Wilsher?

- Are we pressing pause on him? - One at a time.

Yes.

Er, s-sorry.

Yeah, we're... we're on our way.

Hold on a minute.

I've been looking into my own family tree,

and I thought I'd compare it with the Davenstocks.

And?

Well, if you go back to the early 18th century,

they've got their estate in Chelsea

and 12,000 acres in Scotland.

Whereas my ancestors

owned nothing at all and were farm labourers in Suffolk.

Sorry, your point is?

Now he's wanted for murder and I'm not.

- Fascinating. - Right?

We got a call about...

Yeah.

Davenstock's clothing.

I've run all the usual tests, and there's not a single trace

of gunshot residue on any of them.

Which means he definitely didn't fire the gun.

Unless he'd stripped to his waist first.

And is that the case with Trent Wilsher?

Davenstock told us that Trent fired a warning shot.

OK, I'll, erm,

re-examine his clothing more specifically

to make sure nothing has been missed.

We've had the results back from our forensic tests.

And there's no gunshot residue on any of your clothes

which suggests that you weren't near the gun when it went off.

Well, that's odd because I was holding it.

Still these experts get it wrong all the time, don't they?

So your story depends

on convincing a jury that you're right

and an experienced professional is wrong.

Look, I...I don't get this.

You're trying to convince me that I didn't shoot him.

I'm being honest and saying that I did.

Tell us about the money.

Were you borrowing from the Wilshers

cos the bank had cut you off?

- Where did you get that from? - Your brother.

He said the Davenstocks was no longer willing

- to cover your gambling debts. - Oh, please.

I might have had a minor cash flow problem,

but I'm the head of the family.

What about your plan to change

the terms of succession so that your children

with Freddie Rollanson would stand in line?

Oh, someone's been listening to the family gossip.

Gossip relevant to our investigation.

Is it true that you need unanimous agreement to change

the terms of succession?

I haven't read the precious tomes recently.

So if you adopt a son, he wouldn't be able to inherit?

There's always a way.

Look, I'm a bit hazy

about what happened that night. I'd taken a shitload of drugs,

to be honest, slapped wrist for that, obviously.

But what I'm telling you is the truth.

Scout's honour.

It's the first time I've met a suspect

who seemed determined to prove that he did commit murder.

I know.

Max, the CPS have been on again.

The Home Office are wondering

where the charges are going to be announced.

Tell them to mind their own business.

Really?

Thank them for their kind inquiry.

We're pursuing a few leads at present,

and we'll let them know when we're ready to press charges.

Great.

Well...

Here we are.

Wait, this one?

Yep.

Wow, they've certainly got character.

I mean, you wouldn't want to live on one of these

modern swanky boats, would you?

You might as well live on dry land.

And this is my new bike.

Wow.

Well, that's snazzy.

Thank you.

Shall we?

Oh, erm,

- mind your step. - Thank you.

Er...

Y-You might want to stay there.

Oh, no.

- Oh... Oh, no. - Shall I come in?

Erm... er...

Whoa, Max, what's that smell?

What are you thinking?

Freddie Rollanson insists he didn't see Rory Davenstock

leave after the shooting.

What are we missing?

Listen, I'm gonna take another look at the church.

Do you want one of us to come with you?

No, no, I'll be fine.

Have you got a bigger spanner?

Er, yeah. Erm...

- You all right? - Well, don't worry about me.

I'm used to getting my hands dirty.

It was your macerated pump.

The valve would come loose.

I, er, thought that was it.

Do you even know what that does?

It has a little rear, you know, with a chop!

It's best not to ask.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Put that back in the box.

- Hi. - Whereabouts are you?

I'm in the church.

There's a hidden door in the flat.

Are you on your own?

I'll be fine.

I'll stay on the line.

There's a staircase.

I'm gonna go down and see where it goes.

Are you still there?

Shit.

Ugh!

Ashley.

Max, er, I've got the results.

Retesting Trent Wilsher's clothing for gunshot residue.

Yeah, go on.

Max, look at me.

Oh, yeah, sorry. Trent Wilsher's clothes.

There's definitely no residue.

None at all. Sorry about that.

No, no, no, that's fine.

That makes sense.

OK. Thank... Thanks, Ashley.

- Jess. - Max, Layla's

somewhere underneath St Edward's Church.

She went down a staircase and I lost contact with her.

She's on her own.

Her last signal came from under the church

and seems to be heading towards...

- Davenstock's Bank. - Davenstock's Bank.

OK, pick me up on the way.

I've worked out what we're missing.

When Trent Wilsher was killed,

there were three people in that church.

She's underneath us somewhere.

Signal's gone again.

There's a door here. It's open.

She's down there somewhere. She must be.

Hello?

Police.

What on Earth's going on?

I'll explain in a minute. Have you got a key?

Put your hands up!

What are you doing here?

My name is Detective Sergeant Layla Walsh.

I'm a police officer.

I don't believe you.

I need you to put that gun down.

I'm going to reach for my badge.

Keep your hands up!

This isn't the sort of thing I usually do.

- Just hurry! - What's your accent?

It's Irish, isn't it? You're one of the Wilshers.

I'm a police officer.

You've caused us nothing but trouble.

You need to put that gun down.

Do you think I wouldn't use it?

Do you think it's only men who shoot guns?

Here, give them to me.

Sylvestra Davenstock,

I'm arresting you for the murder of Trent Wilsher.

Connor.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

I knew Rory had been gambling,

but I didn't know how bad it had got.

I had said to him lots of times, "Why are you associating

"with people like the Wilshers?"

Freddie left a message saying he'd seen Trent Wilsher

going into the church.

He sounded worried.

And where were you?

I was at home. It was the middle of the night.

I could tell it was serious.

I came round through the tunnel so I wouldn't be seen.

There's a side door to the bank only family members can use.

So you crept in unnoticed and... what?

They were arguing, shouting at each other, it was horrible.

Trent had a gun in his hand.

Rory rushed at Trent and the gun came free.

I grabbed it.

He started taunting me.

"You will never shoot. You'll never dare."

The idea that this man was threatening my brother.

I was thinking of the family.

Of course.

The future of the family is in your hands.

You're pregnant, aren't you?

How do you know that?

That's why you were unwell at the press conference.

Rory can't be a father himself.

So, with you as a surrogate, the child would be

a biological Davenstock and could inherit.

- Well, if it's a boy-- - It is a boy.

We had a scan last week.

Me, Rory...

...and the baby's father, Freddie.

My son will become the Earl.

And you'll be in prison.

I did it to protect my brother.

So why the second shot?

That was my idea.

We agreed Rory would lay low for a while and then

claim he'd acted in self-defence.

And Freddie Rollanson, was he in on it?

Not at all.

Freddie's the best thing that's ever happened to Rory.

He's finally found someone who means something to him.

And your brother was happy to risk being convicted

for a murder he didn't commit?

We're twins. We look out for each other.

- He's an honourable man. - Is he?

He's damaged.

We all are in this family.

Generation after generation.

It's made a mess of us all.

Abby, an announcement is going to be made

that a suspect is being charged with Trent's murder.

Rory Davenstock.

It's not quite what you're expecting,

but it won't be long now.

Abby, are you all right?

Do you need any support?

I've just lost my husband.

I don't know what you're suggesting.

I was wondering whether you needed any help more generally.

I remember you.

I was dancing in the club in Dagenham,

working for tips and living in a shithole.

I can't go back to them.

Abby...

Everything all right now?

Yeah, fine.

Detective was just leaving.

She was always trouble.

When she was a teenager, she was sectioned

for burning down her boarding school.

Been in and out of institutions for years.

All of the Davenstocks have it,

but it's worse in Syli.

It's called porphyria.

Happens in families where the gene pool is too narrow.

They used to think George III had it,

the so-called "Mad King".

He was friends with the first Earl.

They gambled together.

Well, you're not a Davenstock yourself.

You married into the family.

I knew the risks. It was my choice.

I suppose I'll have to get a carer now,

if only for the company.

You've got your two sons.

Do you have children?

Don't depend on them if you do.

So I'm forgiven for my little bit of detective work?

One more strike and you're out.

But did it help you solve the case?

Well, if it did, I wouldn't give you

the satisfaction of admitting it.

I know what I was meaning to ask you.

Are there any inherited

conditions in the family that you're aware of?

Well, does a chronic inability to make money count?

Mmm, probably.

But there's nothing sinister in the Arnold blood?

I could... murder people

who put me on hold when I'm trying to phone

the council to complain about the rubbish collection.

Oh, me too.

And people who ride electric scooters on the pavement.

Now, don't get me started.

I can't stand pizza deliveries.

They turn up stone cold.

Can't you learn to cook for yourself?

I sometimes wonder what you do all day.

I'm busy solving crimes.