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No wings.

No husbands.

Ah!

Doreen? Where's my contact lenses?

Oh.

I've got them right here, Angela.

Hey!

Great, then, ladies - the birthday weekend starts here!

Come on, Doreen.

'Lush Life' by Zara Larsson

I'm so excited!

Hi!

Come on, Robbie, get on, boy.

Hey, c'est magnifique!

He's played remarkably well today, you see?

He always does.

Angus? Angus. Watch him go now. Follow him.

Watch him. Watch him. Watch him!

You're in, Dominique. Yeah! Yeah, that's it.

Numero un, je suis!

Squeeze in...

Everybody laugh.

'Good As Hell' by Lizzo

My wheelchair!

Guys, the motor's died.

- Oh, Angela, here, take this. - No, I'll get it.

I'm the wheelchair pusher.

Dozy, get a picture of us!

That's it.

There you go.

Did you know that Bath is still welcoming visitors after 200 years?

OK!

Are you out tonight, Dom?

Well done, boys. Well played.

Good session today, Dom.

Merci.

'17' by MK

Happy birthday, Angela!

Where's everybody going?

Hi, I'm Angela.

Nice to meet you. These are my friends, this is Robbie.

We're going to a party.

Oh, right. All of us?

Who lives here, then?

Jimmy Daly. He's the boss.

Doreen!

What're you doing?

There's a sundial!

I love sundials!

Hello, ladies. Hello!

Hiya! I'm Cath.

Got a wee silver fox here, girls!

She's a cheeky one, eh?

Oh! This is Deborah. My, er...

Business associate.

Hmm. Right, who's for cocktails!

Come on, then, let's have a little drink.

Thank you, Jimmy.

This is the exact landscape around my home.

No way!

Hm. And here we are... Up here.

- This is my house. - Is it?

We are just inside there.

And this, that is Box Hill Tunnel.

Just a quick walk down the path out there.

- Cool. - And watch this...

Off she goes.

Oh, wow! Did you build this, Jimmy?

Yeah, I did, yeah.

That is brilliant!

What's a wee man like you doing in a big house like this, Jimmy?

Right, give me the tour.

Course!

Walk this way...

I shouldn't... I'm married.

Oh!

Angela, change your lenses!

Yeah! I can't see a thing!

That's because you're steamin'.

Oh, I'm-I'm so sorry. I left your lenses at the hotel.

Here, just put these on.

Aw, Dozy, no! I look terrible in these.

Where's Dominique?

He must've gone home.

What? He can't!

Angela!

Angela's blotto-ed again.

I'm dead!

Let's have a wee disco nap!

Luckily, British Transport Police got to the body

before the first train from London reached the tunnel.

But we need the crime scene processed

and that track reopened ASAP.

No pressure, Lauren, but the entire public transport system

of South West England is depending on you.

Yes, sir.

Oh, look at all this.

That's why we joined the force, eh, Lauren?

Righto, Terry, let's take her down.

Yes, sir.

- All right? - Ma'am!

We have to get the crime scene processed and cleared!

This is the main trunk line between London and Western England!

The whole transport system could be in chaos!

Chopper's gone.

Oh. Oh, yes. Sorry, ma'am.

Right. What do we know, what do we think?

Oh, it's a very interesting location, ma'am.

This is Isambard Kingdom Brunel's famous Box Hill tunnel.

No. Today we focus on the body.

Dominique Aubert.

Aged 24.

French national, been resident in Bath for six weeks

after he signed to Bath Eagles from Racing Nantes

for 400 grand - club record.

Bristol City can't buy a corner flag for that these days.

Press'll need controlling.

Get onto media relations.

Time of death?

After the last train went through at 12:07 last night,

and before the emergency call at 7:01am.

Who found him?

999 call came from a pay-as-you-go.

Caller didn't give a name.

Oh, and we found this cocktail glass next to him.

It's been raining, ma'am. Don't think we're gonna get prints.

OK, but I want that fast-tracked for drug traces.

See the bluish grey discolouration around the eyes?

I've seen that before. Victims were young and female.

I could be wrong,

but that looks like alcohol reacting with a date rape drug.

Rohypnol, GBH, Special K?

Whoever spiked the drink phoned it in after he dropped dead?

Right, I want house-to-house inquiries over a three-miles radius.

Find out where the victim was last night and who was he with.

Yeah.

Ma'am? I...

I don't want to cause any unwanted kerfuffle, but...

I think we might be dealing with a - and I hesitate to use the term -

serial killer.

But on the other hand, I hesitate to rule it out.

Go on.

Looks like it's been applied using some kind of ink process.

This, ma'am, is an inverted pentagram.

Now, I believe that an inverted pentagram is used in Satanic rituals

to conjure up demons - Beelzebub, Azazel,

that sort of thing.

The Pentagram of George Street.

Get this lot cleared and processed ASAP.

- No cutting corners, all right? - Ma'am.

Sorry, ma'am, I don't understand. What's the...

The victim went to a nightclub. The Pentagram?

They stamp your wrist.

Why?

Outside your bandwidth.

Hi, honey!

Yeah. How's things?

Yeah. Oh, yeah, it was brilliant.

I've had worse hangovers.

How's my wee Rhuaridh?

Can you put him on the phone?

No?

I'm not lying.

Why would I...

Rhuaridh, please.

You said you would stop doing this.

Ah. I was right.

- A-About what? - Oh!

Sorry, I cannot inhale chip fat before noon.

Right, look at this.

Forensics have confirmed traces of cyclobenzaprine,

which is the active ingredient in Rohypnol,

on the glass found near Dominique's body.

So, the cocktail glass is the murder weapon.

- OK, sir, thank you. - Thanks.

Ma'am, the victim was here last night, until 1.14am.

The nightclub's CCTV.

He didn't arrive with those women, but he left with them.

The spiked cocktail glass could've been meant for one of those women.

- We should trace them. - Hotel Indigo, South Parade.

They're here on a weekend city break.

I cross-referenced a time code showing this girl, Doreen Warren,

at the bar, paying by card.

I then sourced her name via the till receipt.

If it's OK with you, ma'am,

I'd like to go through the rest of their CCTV footage in micro detail.

Yeah, do it.

Ma'am.

Good job, Paciorkowski.

I believe you met this man last night. Dominique Aubert?

Yeah, that's Dominique. He's French.

- He's got a lovely smile, hasn't he, Angela? - Mmm.

He had the hots for Angela.

Oh, don't get the wrong idea.

Angela was just enjoying herself at the party. She's married, after all.

Whose party was it?

Some old guy out in the country somewhere...

He kept giving us cocktails.

What's all this about?

Erm...

Were any of you drinking out of a glass like this?

We all were.

And we had a lot of cocktails.

Excuse me. I've got plans later today.

Can you just tell me what's going on?

Dominique was found dead this morning.

- No. - Oh, God!

Dominique?

We have reason to believe death was due to ingestion a date rape drug.

From that glass?

That's right.

Oh, my God. Dominique?

Did you know him well?

No.

I-I just met him last night.

She just met him last night.

Where did you find him?

One line of inquiry that we're pursuing

is that the adulterated cocktail was actually meant for one of you.

How long were you at this party?

A few hours? Four?

Five? I dunno.

- What time did you leave? - I dunno.

Well, was it light or dark?

Dunno.

It was light.

And when did Dominique leave?

He disappeared! Remember?

Yeah. He just vanished. Into the night.

Well, what time was this?

Six? Half six?

OK, girls, I'm gonna need you to help me piece together

the last few hours. So I'm going to get some officers

to come and take detailed statements from you,

and I need you to try to remember as much detail as you can for me.

- Can you do that? - Mm-hm.

OK. I'll also need fingerprint and DNA samples from all of you.

For elimination purposes.

Ah! Here it is!

I booked us an Uber home. Look! There's the address of the party,

and that's the time we got picked up at.

7.38. Hilary was right.

It WAS light when we left.

I, er... I know this house, ma'am.

It's owned by a chap called Jimmy Daly.

He's the chairman of the Bath Eagles Rugby club.

Well, thank you for this, Miss Warren.

You're so welcome, Sergeant Dodds.

Oh, Angela.

Oh!

No. The thing about men is they need to be led.

When I first met the boyfriend, he was a trainee barista.

I mean, trainee.

And I said to him, "Look, if you want to get with me,

"you're gonna have to get yourself a trade."

Now, he's a Gas Safe Registered Engineer

and he's never looked back. He's happy.

I didn't know that gas fitting was so lucrative.

What? Well, the boyfriend gave up a career in the law

to become a gas fitter?

He wasn't a trainee barrister. He was a trainee barista.

Barista. Like, serves coffee.

Come on.

Did you know that Isambard Kingdom Brunel

lived in this house while he was building the Box Hill tunnel.

- It's just over there. - Really?

And the whole of the Great Western Railway network,

it just spreads acro... Oh.

Jimmy Daly?

Dominique? Are you sure? How?

Sorry, sir, but we're going to have to ask you

about what happened last night.

Dominique's dead.

We found his body down at the railway.

Dead?

How?

I'm DCI Lauren McDonald. You are?

I am Deborah Winwick. I'm Dominique's agent.

He's dead. Are you sure?

- Do you live here as well? - No. I live in London.

I'm here on business.

We're not together.

Dominique died from an overdose of a date rape drug.

From this glass here.

It's possible that the adulterated cocktail

was meant for one of the women who were here last night.

No. No. No, no, no, no. I'm not like that.

- I wouldn't do that to women. No. - My goodness!

Look at that!

That's wonderful!

Well, if I'm not mistaken,

this is an exact replica of the area outside this house.

So, Mr Aubert, he must have been taking a short cut

down the railway, onto Bath.

- Who put this here? - I dunno.

That's amazing, sir.

This must've been how it all looked back in the 1950s.

I could never live in a place like this.

- Why? - Everyone's white.

Well, that's what England must have been like back then.

OK.

We're gonna need a list of everyone who was here last night.

And don't touch anything, especially the cocktail glasses.

This room is now a crime scene.

Forensics are on their way.

- Did you take any photos last night? - Yeah. Everybody did.

Great, email everything you've got to my incident room.

Poor Dominique... He was a great lad.

One of the good ones. You could tell.

Angela, I have a surprise for you.

A very special romantic surprise.

Someone at that party

slipped a date rape drug into this cocktail glass.

The murder weapon.

Problem is all our eye-witnesses were inebriated,

so I doubt their testimony's are gonna stand up in court.

So, I need you to get every guests' phone photos in chronological order.

Who slipped Dominique, or one of the girls,

the spiked drink?

Witnesses memory might be fuzzy, but phone memory doesn't lie.

Sergeant Dodds, I want you to go back to those women,

and see if they have got any photos on their phone,

and get them to send them in. DC Pachiorkowski...

Who I'm sure will pass her upcoming medical with flying colours.

As will the rest of you.

No more fat on the bone.

We are a lean, agile, highly flexible and responsive unit.

Hence, full, annual compulsory medicals for all of you.

- Starting now. - What?

Blood pressure. Cholesterol. The lot.

A healthy detective is a productive detective.

Angela, coffee?

Oh, this is a nightmare.

You know, I've been looking forward to this weekend for ages.

Listen Angela, whatever happens,

I'm here for you. OK?

What'd you mean?

Well, that Rohypnol stuff was meant for you, wasn't it?

Do you remember giving Dominique your cocktail?

Hmm...

I don't know what glass I was drinking from.

It could have been meant for any of us.

What is wrong with men?

Pass me my make-up bag, will you?

I can't believe Dominique's dead.

You know, I don't remember anything about last night.

Well, as my dad used to say,

if you don't remember, it never happened.

Your dad was an alcoholic, Doreen.

Remember that time we turned up at the parents' night hammered.

Then he exposed himself to Miss McGeough the geography teacher.

Do you know what else he used to say, Angela?

All hangovers are about guilt.

That's good. Keep it going.

Hi. DCI Lauren McDonald,

West of England Police, Major Crimes Unit.

We need to talk to a couple of your players.

You need to help us piece together what happened to Dominque.

Get your phones out.

I want any and every picture you took last night.

So, date rape drug?

Meant for one of the girls?

Anyone want to own up?

- What'd you mean? - Come clean to the CPS and the judge,

and you only get done on an accidental manslaughter charge.

- It's nothing to do with me. - OK.

But I'm going through everything - wives, girlfriends, boyfriends,

Detective Constable Pachiorkowski here,

specialises in forensic computing.

I will be very disappointed if I find you are bad men.

Alternatively, if any of you saw anyone

spike someone's drink last night, now's the time to speak up.

There you go Miss.

If you could just send them to this email address there.

It's like being back at school.

All done, Sergeant Dodds! 55 photos! Top of the class!

Oh. Well, ah, thank you, Miss Warren.

Sort me out, will you, Dozy?

- Course, hon. - Oh!

Well, ladies, it's Friday night somewhere...

- Yes, sis... Go on. - Why do we have to do this?

Hilary!

- All done, Angela! - That was quick.

I see an email address once, I never forget.

I've got a photogenic memory.

Oh, I look terrible in these, Doreen.

Where's my contact lenses? Are they in your bag?

Um, Sergeant Dodds, do you think I'd make a good detective?

- Oh, Doreen! - I'm fed up working in the bank.

They've changed our uniform,

and navy does NOT suit my Spring complexion.

So, what do you think Sergeant? Could I be a detective?

Well, I'm sure you could, Miss Warren.

But I really must get on.

Sergeant Dodds!

I didn't want to say in there, because Melissa,

that's our disabled friend, is big Rhuaridh's wee sister.

- Big Rhuaridh? - Angela's husband.

They've got a baby. Wee Rhuaridh. He's nearly two.

But Melissa always been a bit suspicious of Angela,

but Angela loves big Rhuaridh to bits.

You should've seen their wedding. I was the head bridesmaid.

And Cath's got issues with Angela, even though she's Angela's sister,

but they love each other to bits.

The same way that I love them both to bits,

and, well, Hilary's lovely

and I'm sure she really does love Angela,

and their dad, Eddie.

Eddie's a very handsome older man in a certain light,

but, well, Hilary's always been a wee bit on the snooty side.

It's just cos she's English.

Oh, no offence!

I always thought my mum carried a wee torch for Eddie.

They went to school together,

and how amazing would that have been if my mum'd married Eddie,

then me and Angela and Cath would be sisters,

but we're actually like sisters anyway,

so it doesn't really matter, does it?

I don't understand, Miss Warren.

The thing is, Sergeant Dodds,

I have got a photo on my phone

of Angela and Dominique canoodling most passionately.

It was somewhat harmless.

But could you just... not show Melissa.

She's lovely, but she was keeping a beady eye

on Angela last night on behalf of her brother,

and I think that's why Dominique left.

Where did he end up?

Dominique?

Where did you find him?

I can't talk about that, Miss Warren.

Oh...

OK. I was just trying to help.

Bye.

Careful.

Consorting with a significant witness, Sergeant Dodds.

I might have to call in professional standards. Ma'am, I...

I can't make head nor tail of that young woman.

Outside your bandwidth again.

Things've changed. Full toxicology report.

So, the assailant didn't intend sexual assault?

No. He, or she, intended on murdering Dominique.

Post-mortem.

The victim had a serious knee injury,

busted his cruciate ligament.

His career was over, BEFORE he signed for Bath Eagles.

It's not finished, Jimmy,

there was nothing between us in the first place.

Come on, Deborah, we could at least be business associates, or... mates.

- Just mates. - Christ, Jimmy. You're so...

- ...sensitive. - Deborah Winwick.

We've found a fatally high concentration of amitriptyline

and cyclobenzaprine in Dominique's blood-stream.

Death would have occurred within minutes after ingestion.

So we're now investigating

the deliberate and pre-meditated murder of Dominique Aubert.

He was the highest-paid player at the club,

which brings the total outlay on the transfer

to over a million pounds.

All funded by you, Mr Daly,

and negotiated between you and Ms Winwick here.

All signed and sealed when Dominique passed his medical.

But how did a specialist

miss a career-ending knee ligament injury?

What?

A payment of 50,000 euros was made to Dr Bassin

two days after Dominque's transfer from the Racing Nantes was complete,

transferred from your account, Ms Winwick.

- I have to get back to London. - Dominique Aubert's career was over.

But you, Ms Winwick,

hid this from Mr Daly and set up one last payday

for Dominique and for yourself.

I suppose the plan was for him to break down in training

before the season started.

And then the real injury would be revealed.

Yeah.

He was playing for time when he got here.

Said he had to go into a two-week isolation

because of a COVID outbreak. That was bullshit, wasn't it?

Did you have and argument with Dominique, Deborah?

He wanted a bigger cut of the money. Or he was going to come clean?

- I don't have to say anything. - You...

Careful.

The Fraud Unit at the Met

are preparing your arrest warrant, Ms Winwick.

You're not going anywhere.

The Eagles Ruby Club, quite rightly, is the pride and joy of Bath.

Unless we have physical evidence to link this Deborah Winwick,

or anyone else, to the lethal cocktail glass,

we should step gingerly. Do we have such evidence?

No, sir.

What about your art exhibition? Anything?

Anything at all?

We're working on it, sir.

I've booked Sergeant Dodds' medical for two o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

We've got a lot to process here, a lot of unreliable statements.

I could really do with Sergeant Dodds at the coal face.

You haven't become dependent on him, have you, Lauren?

Or attached?

No sir.

Postponement, not exemption.

Right, come on. Hard evidence?

Do we actually see this cocktail glass get spiked?

No, ma'am, we don't. But look at this.

This glass has a red stem.

Now, these pictures I've marked with an asterisk -

all the girls are drinking cocktails from similar glasses.

But... see?

Each of the glasses has a different-coloured stem.

Which means the red one is unique.

So that particular glass is the murder weapon.

And it's Angela McGruder's.

I can't find anyone else drinking from that glass.

She had it the whole night.

OK.

Deborah Winwick goes on the back burner then.

Full backgrounds on Angela's mates.

Their status has just gone from witnesses to suspects.

No. No way!

Oh, you seriously think that one of us would...

The whole point of Rohypnol

is for men to knock out girls so they can...

That glass had enough toxics in it to kill instantly.

And Angela was the only one using it.

Oh, my God!

You're talking to me... because you think it was me?

Me?!

I tried to murder Angela?

The reason we're talking to you first, Doreen,

is because you don't seem to have drunk as much as everyone else.

And because you DO look after Angela.

She's my best friend.

Seems more like you're her servant.

No. I mean, she gets a bit mad with the drink sometimes,

so, I just look after her.

None of us would do anything to hurt Angela.

We're just ordinary girls from Glasgow.

We're not like you English.

We don't go around killing each other cos people don't like us.

OK...

Doreen, think, did you see anyone tamper with Angela's glass?

No.

You were distracted by Mr Daly's model railway.

What makes you say that?

Well, from the photos that you all sent.

You spent 20 minutes at that model railway.

I'm on a bun safari, Sergeant Dodds.

Do you know Bath is famous for its buns?

And this, here, is the famous Bath bun,

not to be confused by the Sally Lunn bun,

- which I will be sampling later. - Doreen...

Would you like a bun, Sergeant Dodds?

- I've got jam and caramel spread... - No. He would not like a bun, Doreen.

- Where's Melissa and Cath? - They're at the hotel.

They've got terrible hangovers.

OK. Well, I will leave Sergeant Dodds here

- to do your full statement. - OK.

Bye!

Right. Now...

Are you sure I can't tempt you to a wee nibble, Sergeant Dodds?

If I didn't know any better, Miss Warren,

I would think that you're trying to distract me

from the fact that you were distracted...

by the model railway.

You're right.

I was distracted by the wee trains

when I should have been looking after Angela.

I've let her down, Sergeant.

And I've let you down, too.

You've let ME down, Miss Warren?

- Yeah. - In what way?

This is gonna take a wee while.

I know what you're gonna say -

female friendships can get out of hand but...

Well, you're her sister, Cath.

I'm the same with mine - love-hate.

But maybe the hate got out of hand?

- Don't be daft. - I'm not saying

that we haven't both got issues with Angela.

But we wouldn't...

We couldn't.

How would we know how to buy those weirdo drugs?

If I had a brother,

and I saw his wife acting inappropriately

with an attractive young man...

I imagine I might get angry.

I WAS angry at her, but...

what's new?

Angela likes to be the centre of attention. She was just drunk.

- Honestly, Sergeant... - I wasn't thinking.

But when your lady boss,

when she said that Dominique was murdered, as well as dead,

I forgot all about it.

Forgot all about what?

I took a video... at the party.

Where's Dominique? Where is he?

I want my surprise!

- Where did he go? - What surprise is she talking about?

I don't know.

Some big romantic surprise Dominique had for her birthday.

It's Angela's birthday today.

Miss Warren, do you think you can you send this to...

- The incident room? No bother. - The email address is...

I'm on it, Sarge. Photogenic memory.

Angela, have any of your friends got anything against you?

My pals?

- You think one of my pals tried to... - It's one line of inquiry.

But they all love me.

Well, look, I mean, there's Doreen? But she's my bestie.

Dozy couldn't kill a dead fly. Cath's my sister.

And Melissa's... Rhuaridh!

What's my husband doing here?

Melissa texted me.

Melissa?

I jumped in the car and drove straight down from Glasgow.

Where's your wedding ring, Angela?

I left it at the hotel. Where's Wee...

Wee Rhuaridh's at my mum's.

Mr McGruder, can you think of any reason

why anyone would want to kill your wife?

Were you hammered again last night?

Rhuaridh, I am having the nightmare weekend from hell here.

Someone actually tried to kill me, and you don't give a shit!

I don't give a...

Sorry.

Angela and I haven't been getting on too well.

Ha.

Two weeks in isolation last month had us at each other's throats.

Hilary's lovely, dead classy and elegant.

I told you, she's married to Angela's dad.

Now, here's where I would make a good detective.

Did you notice that Hilary's got one of those wee turquoise veins

- at the side of her napper? - Napper?

Heed. Heed? Head. Er... No, I hadn't noticed.

Well, see, this is where I'll be coming for your job.

Hilary!

It was her and my dad's first anniversary last month.

He buys her a pair of diamond earrings? Five grand's worth.

I thought... oh, no, no. Enough's enough.

So, I cyber stalked her, dug up all of her old social media stuff.

- Her previous marriages. - You know about that?

We run background checks on all of you.

- Oh. - What'd you mean, "Oh"?

Excuse me.

Go on.

Look, at the party... I think I had a fight with Hilary.

When Hilary came back

from her wee contretemps with Angela upstairs in the toilet,

that wee vein was throbbing massively.

Wee veins only throb when the subject is angry.

I don't know what went on between Angela and Hilary but...

Angela knows something about Hilary. Something bad.

Background on Hilary. It's all true.

Is there something wrong?

How come you're on your own, Mrs O'Doyle?

I need a break from those girls. They're just so...

Scottish.

You like weddings, don't you?

I don't dislike them.

Cos your recent wedding to Eddie O'Doyle

is your third in seven years.

"Hilary Green" on your-your birth certificate,

er, then you're "Mrs Hilary Lewis",

and then "Mrs Hilary Lang",

then you changed your name by deed poll to Hilary Clarke,

and, today, you're Mrs Hilary O'Doyle.

- I don't see what my personal life... - Your previous two husbands

were at least 25 years older than you - as is Eddie.

You're previous two husbands were moderately wealthy widowers -

as is Eddie.

And your previous two marriages ended in divorce within a year,

leaving you at the end of a six-figure settlement.

My previous two husbands were controlling and abusive.

Unlike Eddie.

So why change your name?

- Why keep your past a secret? - What's all this got to do with...?

Angela confronted you at the party, didn't she?

She'd cyber-stalked you.

Dominique was found

with enough Rohypnol his system to kill him instantly,

which he drank from Angela's glass.

Well, I didn't do any of that.

Angela...

...stuck in self-isolation with nothing better to do but...

Self-isolation?

Yep. I was right.

Angela McGruder was contact-traced

as a result of a COVID outbreak at The Pentagram nightclub

three months ago. As was Dominique Aubert.

They didn't just happen to meet last Friday night.

- They were having an affair. - Mm.

Oh, try this.

- What is it? - Margarine.

- Margarine? - Just try it.

Don't like it.

Well... you might want to look at lowering your cholesterol.

Especially as I just got your medical postponed.

Oh. Oh, thank you, ma'am. It's just...

I really don't like the stuff.

OK. Well, I was just trying to help.

So, Angela's been lying.

- Mm. By omission, she might say. - Look at it this way.

If you think of her glass as the gun.

And the Rohypnol as the bullet.

Who had possession of the gun all night?

Angela McGruder.

I can't believe this.

One of you sneaky bitches tried to kill me.

- Calm down, Angela. - Don't be silly.

You wouldn't try and kill your own sister, would you, Cath?

Not like that. I'd make you suffer.

Oh, ha-ha, very funny (!)

You go too far sometimes, Cath.

And don't look at Melissa. She couldn't have, cos...

Being disabled doesn't mean I'm not capable of murder.

Really?

- But you didn't... did you? - No.

I'm too lazy.

You know what, Melissa?

You've been watching me like a hawk all weekend.

- You've been spying on me for Rhuaridh. - That's not true.

Oh, really? Cos he's checking himself into this hotel right now.

What? Big Rhuaridh's here?

- This is a girls' weekend. - Not since his wee sister, here,

told him about all of this.

Drove straight down from Glasgow, so he did. What did you do that for?

Because Rhuaridh should be with Angela.

- Her life might still be in danger. - What?

What'd you mean, Melissa?

Do you think the killer's gonna try again?

This isn't funny. I'm a victim!

Angela...

You twisted little trollop!

Trollop? That's really English.

You told the police it was me who killed tried to kill you.

- Did you try to kill her? - No.

Regrettably.

That's our mum's money you're spending

- on your fancy earrings. - Oh, Angela.

And your holidays.

Mum left that money for us!

Oh, my God!

- What? What-What is it, Doe? - Well...

Maybe it was none of us?

Maybe it was Dominique?

What? Dominique spiked Angela's drink then knocked it back himself?

Why would Dominique want to kill me?

Yeah. He'd only known you a few hours.

That's all it takes.

Sorry.

Oh, Angela, don't worry.

I'm here for you.

Hello? Speaking.

Right. Yeah, OK. Bye.

The police are downstairs. They want to talk to me.

This is a nightmare.

You met Dominique last year on Tinder.

We have your credit card activity.

Three trips to Nantes and a jaunt to Bath three months ago.

Why didn't you tell us you came here to meet Dominique

and that the girls' birthday weekend was just a front?

What difference does that make?

Mrs McGruder, after Dominique, um... disappeared,

did you, at any point, leave the party?

Did you go down to the railway with him?

No. No. Definitely not.

I mean, where would I find Rohypnol?

Did Rhuaridh know about your affair with Dominique?

What?

- Did Rhuaridh know? - No.

I don't know.

Look, I don't know anything.

You can go... for now.

You didn't drive down from Glasgow this morning.

You've been in Bath since yesterday morning.

Dominique Aubert.

So how'd it go?

Angela took up with a gorgeous French Rugby player

- and you couldn't control yourself. - I'm very controlling.

That came out wrong.

How does that come out right?

Evidence.

I'm binning Angela.

And when the family court sees these,

I get custody of wee Rhuaridh.

Wait a minute.

You followed Dominique and Angela to the party last night?

Some of these were taken from outside the house?

Yes.

Firstly, these do not mean that Angela is an unfit mother.

And second - all the photos you took on Friday night... I want 'em.

Now.

And I'm still looking at you for this.

Medical rep with a degree in pharmacology...

I didn't...

How could I have spiked his drink?

Or Angela's?

Without been seen by them or anyone else at the party.

This is odd.

Dominique's heading away from the railway at 6:18am.

And here he is 20 minutes later on the B3109, close to Corsham.

Which is even further away from where he was found dead.

So he left the party at 6:18am

and we can now place him

two miles away at...

- 6:39. - But he was found dead here

at the western end of the Box Hill tunnel.

This is BEFORE 7:01 when the unidentified 999 call came in?

But that's just not possible.

Unless he covered the four miles in 22 minutes?

And he'd been drinking all night.

And he was carrying a glass of spiked alcohol?

- Did any cameras pick him up after that? - No.

The next camera is half a mile further along and... nothing.

He just vanished?

Alien abduction?

Sorry.

That area round Corsham...

more UFO sightings than anywhere else in Britain.

Why would aliens give him a date rape drug?

Answer that and you're on a disciplinary procedure

- and do you have to be eating all the time? - Sorry.

Dominique's parents have been in touch.

We can't release the body to them until we've...

This isn't just a puzzle.

Come on.

You have got crisps on your tie.

Thanks.

The last time he was seen alive was on that camera.

- So what happened? - It's very odd, ma'am.

Where did he go from here?

And how did he get to the Box Hill tunnel?

What's in there?

I believe it's some sort of old MOD base.

Now, there you go.

That's from Dominique's shirt.

This is how he got to the tunnel.

Looks like he climbed over.

Torch!

Come on. Get yourself over.

Sorry, ma'am. I'm getting old.

Footprints. They look recent.

I know what this is.

It's some sort of war bunker.

This medical's not gonna go away y'know.

Blood pressure. Cholesterol levels.

- It's all gonna show up. - I know.

So, apart from chips and butter, what else do you eat?

Well, pies.

I like pies.

With beans.

Oh, and chips obviously.

Obviously... What about greens?

Well, there is peas in with the meat pies...

sometimes.

The point is...

if your blood pressure or cholesterol

is as off the scale as I think it might be,

Houseman'll have you off duty and pushing retirement on you.

I know.

Well, it's a problem for me cos you make me look good.

- Most of the time. - Really?

Police. You'd better come out.

Who the bloody hell are you?

Owen Walker.

This is my wife, Pearl.

What exactly is this place?

It's been disused for years.

It was built in the '50s as an emergency operations centre

for the Government and the military in the event of a nuclear attack.

- We're urban explorers. - Oh, I've heard of this, ma'am.

It's what some of the youngsters are up to.

They access secret hidden areas of cities. Fascinating.

It's our honeymoon.

We thought it would be romantic to spend the weekend down here.

You were here in the early hours of Saturday morning?

Yes.

It was you that found him dead, wasn't it?

We didn't...

We were scared to identify ourselves.

This is illegal.

Being down here.

He came through here, didn't he?

He went that way.

To the west end of the Box Hill tunnel.

Right...

This is how he did it.

So, this was the secret route and that's where you found his body.

Sorry, we might have been able to help him

if we'd got here a bit earlier.

Yeah. What were you doing up here?

I thought you were supposed to be hiding in there.

Our romantic moment.

Yesterday was Brunel's birthday and he angled the tunnel

so there's only one day of the year -

well, five minutes actually -

when the sun shines directly through it.

At dawn.

On his birthday.

OK, these officers are going to take you back to the station

for a formal interview.

I wouldn't make any plans for the next eight hours if I were you.

I don't get how he knew about this place...

or why he went such a roundabout route to get here.

But there's no way he carried a cocktail glass full of alcohol

all the way through that underground facility is there?

Or someone brought it to him.

Someone from the party.

Angela, let me in.

What now?

You were having an actual affair with Dominique.

Who told you that?

- Doreen, she got it from the police. - Look, Melissa...

I know I haven't been the best wife or mother,

but I promise you I am going to make things work with Rhuaridh.

You know, this whole trip was your idea.

We all wanted to go to Barcelona.

But you insisted on Bath, and got your own way as usual.

Cos you wanted to meet up with Dominique.

You used us as an excuse. Me and Doreen and Cath...

It's not like that.

It is like that.

Cos if you're so scheming,

maybe last night you weren't as hammered as you were making out.

I think maybe it was you who killed Dominique.

I hate these glasses...

I'm sick of them!

I've been through all their statements.

Every one of them insists they didn't leave the house between 6:30

when Dominique "disappeared" and 7:38, when the girls got their taxi.

Well, one of them is lying.

All our suspects are in and out of the house

on the photos taken between 6:30 and 7:38.

These don't tell us anything.

Any one of them could have left the house at any point...

Come on. There has got to be something. Evidence.

- The answer's in there somewhere, isn't it? - Oh, Sarge.

Prints came through on this.

Match to Doreen Warren.

Doesn't prove anything.

There's something about that young woman.

She has a very agile mind.

Dozy Doreen?

Really?

She knows more than she's letting on.

OK.

Ma'am. Dominique Aubert's medical records.

After the operation on his cruciate knee ligament,

he was treated at a private clinic.

But, look...

Jimmy Daly paid for information from them.

In the form of scan results on Dominique's knee.

They're both hiding something.

Right, you take Doreen. I'll do Jimmy.

So why've you been lying to me, Jimmy?

You knew Dominique's career was over.

Before you signed him.

Turns out you checked all of Dominique's medical records...

Due diligence.

Before you buy a player, you have to know everything.

So why didn't you call the police in?

When you found out what Deborah was up to?

She approached me with the Dominique deal.

We had meetings.

And I liked her.

I really liked her.

I didn't want to spoil things. So...

I just played along.

To the tune of a million quid?

I don't know how to impress people, except through money.

I take over the club,

say I'll lead them to European victory,

and people notice me.

Women like Deborah.

Perhaps, after a couple of drinks, you got angry.

With Deborah. With Dominique.

Did you leave the house at any point, Jimmy?

No. And I don't think you can prove otherwise.

Oh! Hiya, Sergeant Dodds.

What's goin' down?

Well, Miss Warren, I wonder what you make of this.

Oh, my God.

That's where he was found, isn't it?

At that spot, in real life?

Is that what you're saying. He was found at the end of the tunnel?

That is exactly what I'm saying, Miss Warren.

We found your fingerprints on this.

Yeah, I know.

I put it there.

Oh, God, it's happened again.

I just can't control it.

I've got the gift, Sergeant. I get it from my granny.

My mum didn't get it cos it skips a generation.

Like baldness in men.

Oh! Sorry.

Miss Warren, now...

did you at any point leave or see anyone else leave the party

before 7:38 when your taxi arrived?

Dominique said that he was going down to the tunnel.

Something about a romantic surprise for Angela.

Did Angela go down to meet him?

I don't know. I don't think so.

But you placed this figure in the exact place where he died.

Yeah. I know, that's the weird bit.

That's why my 20-20 foresight is such a curse, Sergeant Dodds.

Unlike poor Angela who's actually as blind as a pervert.

See, every time we go on holiday, she loses her sunglasses

and they're prescription - so I said to her,

"You should get yourself a pair of light-sensitive specs."

What?

- My sixth sense is a curse. - No. No, wait.

So Angela wears light-sensitive glasses?

Yeah. Why?

Are you OK, Sergeant Dodds? You look a wee bit...

- Please, Miss Warren... - Oh, I love that "Miss Warren" stuff.

It's like being in Jane Austen.

Oh, Miss Doreen Warren and Sergeant Dodds

will take a turn about the room.

Oh, la mama!

Do you think that you could just be silent for two minutes?

I need to think. Please?

OK.

So, you're saying Dominique had a big romantic surprise for Angela.

What was it?

I don't know.

OK. Thank you, Miss Warren.

I have to go.

You all right?

You've not had an episode with your blood pressure? No.

Good. I have got something to tell you...

Saturday was Isambard Kingdom Brunel's birthday.

You keep saying that. It was also Angela McGruder's birthday.

- OK, but listen... - Ma'am. Please.

No. You've got to listen to me. I think I've got it.

OK. I'm listening.

Saturday was Brunel's birthday,

Saturday was Angela's birthday.

And Dominique had some kind of romantic surprise for her. Ma'am.

I think that Dominique invited Angela down to the tunnel.

Doreen Warren's video.

- Can you play it for me, please? - Right here.

Where's Dominique?

- Where is he? - Stop. Stop.

Look. Between Dominique Aubert disappearing from the party

and the girls leaving in their taxi,

Angela McGruder claims that she never left the house.

But, ma'am...

look at her glasses.

They're dark.

Dark!

So, she put her sunglasses on.

But they're not sunglasses.

They are light-sensitive prescription glasses.

And they prove that Angela McGruder murdered Dominique Aubert.

And I know what you're going to say that it's incredible

and I'm letting my imagination run away with me but...

No. This makes sense. Total sense.

We just got this.

Chemical analysis of the Rohypnol found in the victim's bloodstream.

It's NOT the standard benzodiazepine that's purchased illegally online.

It is a new, commercial tranquiliser called Dioxichlorine B12.

Manufactured and sold by HST, Stuttgart.

Rhuaridh McGruder's employers.

Rhuaridh? But how did he get into the party

and how did he get access to Angela's glass?

Angela's glass is the murder weapon - the gun.

The Dioxichlorine B12 is the ammunition.

- Who had possession of the gun? - Angela.

And who had access to Rhuaridh's ammunition?

Angela.

I mean, the drugs stuff is circumstantial.

But you've nailed the proof, haven't you? Yes, ma'am.

Good man.

The drug that killed Dominique

was a recently manufactured sleeping pill

with the commercial name Dioxichlorine B12.

Manufactured by HST Stuttgart.

That's your company, big Rhuaridh!

We've checked with your employers.

You were issued samples of the drug two weeks ago.

And I keep them under lock and key.

Our colleagues at Police Scotland have been to your house in Glasgow.

There's a batch missing.

You can't put this on me. I-I didn't...

- What? - Did you...?

Did I what?

I don't know what state your relationship with Dominique was...

Well, she refused to leave Rhuaridh for him.

Come on.

Dominique was threatening to tell him about their affair.

Doreen?

Well...

Yeah, but Angela wouldn't.

- She'd never leave Rhuaridh. - Sergeant Dodds?

This very house,

in the early hours of Saturday morning.

Where you were all revelling...

You...

...Mrs McGruder.

And Dominique.

Now, you arranged to meet here

at the western end of the Box Hill tunnel.

I don't remember that.

Doesn't mean it didn't happen, Angela.

Dominique had a surprise for you.

A special romantic surprise.

But your sister-in-law was watching.

So Dominique slipped out, without her noticing.

He took the secret route away from the house,

away from the railway,

which led him to the rendezvous point here.

Now, this would have been about 6:40.

At which point you, Mrs McGruder...

took the direct route.

From the house down to the tunnel.

I don't remember that.

You spiked the cocktail, you brought it down here

and you gave it to Dominique.

No. You can't PROVE that Angela went down there.

Did anyone see her leave the house? Cos I didn't.

Did any of you?

Oh, no. So you can't prove that she left the house.

I'm sorry, Miss Warren, but we CAN.

You wear light-sensitive specs, Angela.

And here... at 05:31am -

BEFORE Dominique was murdered - your glasses are clear.

But here, at 6:55am -

after Dominique was murdered -

your light-sensitive glasses are dark.

Because you'd been outside, in the sunlight.

No.

No. It's dark outside.

Look, everyone! It's dark.

Ha! You forgot about that, didn't you?

Yeah. How could Angela have been out in the sun?

It was only dark here in the house

because the sun hadn't yet risen over Box Hill.

But it HAD risen

as high as the mouth of the eastern end of the Box Hill Tunnel -

when Dominique was murdered.

What was the special surprise

Dominique had in store for you, Mrs McGruder?

How do I know?

You share your birthday with Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

Who's he? Was he at the party?

Oh...

No. No.

Isambard Kingdom Brunel was the man who built this tunnel back in 1838.

And he angled his tunnel such that there's only one point in the year

when the sun shines directly through it.

And that point is dawn on the morning of his birthday.

A birthday that he shares with you...

Mrs McGruder.

This is the birthday surprise that Dominique wanted to show you.

And that's when you killed him, Angela.

Look, I don't... I don't remember anything.

I was drunk.

What's gonna happen to me?

Your poor dad.

What's gonna happen to him?

- I think I'll definitely get wee Rhuaridh now. - What?

I'm divorcing you and going for custody.

No! Rhuaridh! Angela, he doesn't mean it.

Tell her that you don't mean it, Rhuaridh.

I'll not have my son brought up by a convicted murderer.

Piss off, Rhuaridh. It was you!

You did this!

Look, I'm here for you. I am always, always here for you.

Look, we'll get you a good lawyer, you won't be in prison for long.

And we'll just... we'll just tell the judge that you are mental.

Do you remember I did that when I had that parking ticket?

Oh, no, no, no, no, Dozy. please just give me a minute!

You know, you never just stop talking.

It's just nonsense.

Just...

I need to think.

Angela, please...

SHUT UP!

Dozy, I... I'm so sorry.

Look, I... I didn't do this.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't kill Dominique.

That's not how it looks, Angela.

It was all down to Sergeant Dodds.

Sergeant Dodds was the one who really, ultimately,

cracked the case, sir.

- I just wanted to make that clear. - You have. Very.

Excessively.

CPS are happy with the evidence so...

well done, Sergeant Dodds.

And let's just hope he passed his medical.

What?

Down time between cases. Thought I'd fast-track it.

Is there a problem, DCI McDonald?

Sergeant Dodds is...

his brain...

If he goes, I go.

Noted.

You all right?

I, uh... I don't know, ma'am.

What did they say?

Seems I...

I have the blood pressure and the cholesterol levels of...

...of a 25-year-old.

- What? - A 25-year-old professional athlete.

What? You being serious?

I just...

I can't believe I just...

Er, ma'am.

Custody Suite just called up.

Angela McGruder wants her contact lenses.

They need us to get them from Doreen Warren.

What?

Doreen Warren keeps Angela's contact lenses.

Where's my contact lenses?

Sergeant Dodds, do you think I'd make a good detective?

I said to her, you should get yourself some light-sensitive specs.

I took a video at the party.

I want my surprise?

Ma'am, we need to talk about Doreen.

- We've banged up the wrong suspect? - Yes, ma'am.

- I think so. - You THINK so?

What do you mean you THINK so?

I can't prove it. I am sorry, ma'am.

Ahhh. And I've just told Houseman...

Told him what, ma'am?

You might have the blood pressure of a 25-year-old athlete,

but you have the brain of an 85-year-old... penguin.

- Penguin? - Oh, never mind.

What CAN we prove? Is there anything?

Nothing.

We just have to come clean.

I-I'll have to come clean,

and...

...take what comes.

Right. One last crack at it. But whatever I do, you follow, OK?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

Don't start ma'am-ing me.

- I'm doing it for myself. - Yes, ma'am.

Oh.

Thank you very much, Eduardo.

Doreen.

Oh! Hiya.

We need the room.

You know, I was wondering, my mum's maiden name is McDonald.

Maybe you're Scottish.

Maybe we're related.

Bit more to it than that, Doreen.

Ah.

Angela McGruder's contact lenses.

They've been in there all weekend, haven't they?

Oh, maybe. I can't remember.

I don't know what's going on half the time.

That's you, isn't it? Daft as a brush.

Don't know if it's New Year or New York.

Dozy Doreen.

Look at this.

"Fiendish."

How long did that take you?

Two? Three minutes? No mistakes.

- Not a hint of hesitation. - I'm just good at it.

We've pulled background on you.

You applied for promotion at the bank.

They made you do an IQ test.

You scored 138,

which puts you in the top one percent of the population.

They offered you a job on their trading floor in London.

But you refused.

My mum can't do without me. Neither can Angela.

They need me.

Angela uses you.

Controls you, constantly dragging you down,

and undermining you.

Her daft pal that makes her look gorgeous.

It cuts every time, doesn't it? Those barbs.

Year in, year out, all your life.

Just so Angela can feel better about herself.

You don't know anything about me.

I know this, Doreen - I know you're scared. Of life.

And Angela exploits that.

You knew about her affair with Dominique.

So you decided to kill Dominique and blame it all on Angela.

But you needed a weapon so you stole the drugs from Rhuaridh.

Kill Dominique... and Angela suffers for the rest of her life.

I don't know what you're talking about.

How could I have planned all that stuff at the party.

I didn't even know we were gonna go there. No.

You didn't.

But you arrived in Bath planning to kill Dominique.

You just didn't know exactly how you were going to do it.

Until you saw Jimmy Daly's model railway.

And when he explained that it was an exact replica

of the area around Box Hill tunnel...

And when you realised it was Brunel's birthday that very day...

Well...

Miss Warren...

with the stars and the planets aligned for you.

And you set in motion a complex

and ingeniously orchestrated sequence of events.

First, when Angela said she needed a fresh pair of contact lenses,

you said you'd forgotten the replacement contact lenses

and gave her some light-sensitive glasses instead.

Next.

You told Dominique that the sun shone

through Box Hill Tunnel at dawn on Angela's birthday.

And you suggested it would be a lovely romantic surprise for her.

You offered to arrange everything.

You told Dominique to leave the party on his own

and go to the tunnel via the underground facility

taking the longer route to avoid Melissa's prying eyes.

And you told him you'd send Angela down later

via the direct route.

Then, once Dominique had left, you got hold of Angela's glasses.

And it was you, not Angela...

who took the cocktail laced with a fatal dose of the drug

down to the tunnel.

Maybe you told Dominique Angela was on her way.

But Dominique drank the cocktail.

And it killed him, Doreen.

And knowing you didn't have much time

and with Angela's glasses now darkening by the sunlight

you hurried back to the party.

And returned them to her.

Then you took a video on your phone.

Which you showed to me.

When the time was ripe.

Did I, Sergeant?

Did I really?

All weekend, you've laid a trail of clues for me to follow.

A trail which resulted in your best friend

being arrested and charged with murder.

Brilliant, Miss Warren.

Quite, quite brilliant.

Sergeant...

I'm just an ordinary, wee girl from Glasgow.

Who's gonna believe you?

You can't prove that I left the house

and went down to that tunnel, can you?

No.

We can't.

Which is what's so brilliant about it.

But a boy is dead.

An innocent young man.

All so you could destroy Angela's life.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm Dozy Doreen.

I left that wee figure lying dead on the railway tracks.

Why would I do that if I killed Dominique?

Hmm?

That's not very brilliant, is it?

Because you wanted us to know.

You wanted ME to know

that you'd done it even if I couldn't prove it.

You wanted to be heard, Doreen.

This weekend, Miss Warren...

this has been the happiest, the most exciting time of your life.

You've fooled us all.

Me, DCI McDonald...

Angela, all your friends.

The whole transport system shut down,

the whole solar system dancing to your tune.

That's incredible.

But...

if you walk free...

no-one, apart from us, will ever know.

No-one will ever know just how clever you've been.

Back to Glasgow.

Back to the bank.

And no-one, not your mum, not Angela, not your friends...

...no-one hears you, do they, Doreen?

No-one hears me.

Ever.

Sergeant Dodds heard you.

Because he's...

...innocent.

You fooled Sergeant Dodds.

You've made him look stupid.

He could lose his job because of you and he was born to do this job.

A job that means everything to him.

Because in this job, he is heard.

For the right reasons.

Give them to Angela.

Tell her I'm finished with her.

I got ex-communicated, you know.

Well, not by Pope Francis, I didn't.

But Father O'Donnell banned me from confession.

I could be in there for four, sometimes five hours at a time -

all for a couple of Hail Marys.

I'll give you what you want.

You can have your confession.

But...

I'm Doreen.

There will be complications.

Angela McGruder's lawyer's threatening a lawsuit

for wrongful arrest.

We got there in the end, sir.

Might've got there quicker without Dodds.

- We got there in the end, sir. - Hmm.

DC Pachiorkowski.

I'm expecting great things.

Cath's ordered us an Uber to the station.

I am not saying you're whiter than white,

but... I'm sorry for accusing you.

Melissa, I broke my specs

and the police still haven't given me back my contact lenses.

Come on.

What's happened to us all?

My best pal's gone.

And my marriage, that's screwed now, isn't it?

Even I wouldn't go back to Rhuaridh after this.

So what's left?

Dunno, the rest of your life?

Have you charged that wheelchair?

All night long.

You know, ma'am, I've been thinking.

Low-fat butter from now on.

You dodged a bullet today. Thanks to me.

Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate it.

Pass the cocktail shaker.

Doreen Warren.

I knew there was more to her.

I knew it.

You know, every girls' night out I've ever been on...

this is where all the trouble starts...

Cocktails.

It's always the cocktails.

One for the road?

Set 'em up Joe.

Doreen's solicitor's got in touch.

- Already? - Yep.

She's still confessing?

Oh, yeah. On one condition.

You take her confession.

Oh, no, ma'am.

No. Please?

Please?

I've already agreed.

You're taking one for the team, Sarge.

Hope you've got plenty of lead in your pencil.