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Perhaps you should slow down?

Fish piss in water, Graham.

So, Lucy, this is your first time here?

Sadly, stuffy dinner
parties are part of the job.

Though winding up the
Cavendishes is the most fun

to be had with your clothes on.

Where is Melissa anyway?

I've been honing my
barbed comments all week.

Don't worry, Beryl.

You're not at work now.

You can tell Melissa to
bog off if she annoys you.

I'm not sure I can.

I don't think I've ever
told anyone to bog off.

Well, don't worry, I have,

and I'm only too happy to tell
Melissa what is on my mind.

Jesus, Harry, that hobby horse?

What's this?

Cavendish is trying to cut
the scholarship program.

It's his wife's idea, of course.

Ah, Harry, you came.

And there was me under the impression

you hadn't been invited,

not being a part of the faculty anymore.

Clearly an oversight, Lawrence.

I just wanted to spare
you the embarrassment.

How thoughtful.

And, Graham, you brought your secretary.

My partner, Cavendish.

Of course.

Aren't you two brave.

So, where is Melissa?

She and I have so much to talk about.

The latest fashion, where
she gets her nails done,

why we can't shoot peasants just for fun.

Melissa is unwell, actually.

Oh, so she won't be joining us?

I'm afraid not.

We're all hearing great things about Lucy

in your old department, Harry.

It really needed a shake-up.

Well, I'm a big fan
of the old guard moving on.

I think they should make it obligatory.

I suppose, if you find your
old age an impediment, Harry.

Enjoy your meal.

There's nothing too chewy.

Poor Beryl, she's so uncomfortable.

What? Sorry, Harry.

I was just thinking about
what he said in there.

To tell you the truth,

I've never lectured on
such a well designed course.

Oh, you don't need to flatter me.

I've seen your file.

You got the job for a good reason.

Christ, look at this.

Have you every seen anything that screams

"I've a tiny penis" more than that?

It's new. It was probably that

or a two-seater Porsche.

Christ, you were right.

These dinners are painful.

Why do you still come?

Mischief, Lucy.

I'm a thorn in the side
of the likes of Cavendish,

and long may it last.

Hm.

I highly recommend it.

Getting up when I want
to, doing what I want to.

Haven't you always?

You are very funny when I'm drunk.

I suppose it helps you
have your little hobby.

Like old Miss Marple.

No, no, it is fun.

I get to find out everyone's
nasty little secrets.

Sticking your nose in.

So, what is wrong with Melissa really?

No, don't tell me.

She finally realized
she hasn't got a pulse?

Tell me, Harry, did you
ever solve the mystery

of the missing manners?

It's right up there with
the mystery of people

who are promoted to
the level of incompetence.

Don't you want to go
and check on your wife?

Or are you too busy checking
on your housekeeper?

No, wait a minute. I
think I should go up there

and tell her that she should come down here

and keep an eye on you.

Melissa isn't here.

You just said that she was ill.

That's none of your business.

You need two guard dogs, Cavendish?

Him and Melissa?

Now, with my old Miss Marple's head on,

I'm finding this a trifle suspicious.

I mean, first of all you say that she's ill

and then you say she's gone.

So which one is it?

Or did you do away with her?

For God's sake!

You won't let it rest, will you?

She's gone.

Vamoose! Imithe! Weg! Disparue!

My wife has left me.

Are you happy now?

I don't... I don't feel very well.

Lucy.

What is it?

He has a heart condition.

I think he's having a heart attack.

Graham, call an ambulance.

Emergency services, please.

Yeah, well, that's the
last of them leaving.

I feel like that cook on the
Titanic, preserved in alcohol.

You staying there now?

I'm in the middle of nowhere
and I came in Graham's car,

the keys for which are
currently with him in the hospital.

Yes.

Well, that's why I called you.

Make sure that Glenn
picks me up in the morning.

Sure. Was it a
vomiting bug or something?

I don't know, maybe they were all poisoned.

Aren't you supposed to be studying?

Don't you have English on Monday?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Talk tomorrow.

Harry, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was at the dinner last night.

Lost my ride to the back of an ambulance.

What are you doing here?

Well, it turns out everybody
has E. coli poisoning.

Cavendish is an induced
coma, but if he dies,

then the catering company's

facing a corporate manslaughter charge.

We're just collecting the
food containers as evidence.

I don't know how you
managed to avoid it, though.

Me either.

I ate everything.

Hm.

Harry says she ate everything.

I didn't drink any water.

Wait, Vicky!

Jordan!

Nice gaf, Harry.

The house has its own well supply.

We are not on the mains.

I take it back.

That's proper rank, that is.

You lot were drinking that?

Oh!

Ohh.

Christ!

That's Melissa Cavendish.

Oh, dear.

Harry, you knew Melissa?

Well, she was Cavendish's wife.

We weren't friends.

Who were her friends?

Well, if you could call them that,

pretty much everyone that
was at the dinner last night.

The college elite.

Right. She have any enemies?

Quite a few, I imagine.

She didn't work for the
college, you understand.

But she did like telling its
employees how to do their job.

What's the husband like?

Arrogant, entitled, unpleasant.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah.

I think they call it corpse water, Harry.

It's when the feces work
their way out of the cadaver...

Please feel free to shut up.

So, are we investigating, Harry?

Why?

Well, it's pretty bloody
obvious who killed her.

Left him, my backside.

What are you doing here anyway?

Aren't you supposed to be studying?

It's Saturday.

So? Get in the car.

I'm going to drill you on your Shakespeare.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

So should we call the boss?

He's on holidays, Jordan.

I've got this. It'll be fine.

Have we heard
back from the pathologist yet

about time of death?

He just e-mailed.

Between the rate of decomposition

and the water damage,
he can confidently say

that she died a week before she was found.

Saturday the 11th between 6:00 and 10:00.

So the husband's alibi stands up.

Same with the staff.

If Melissa only mixed with those
posh ones at the dinner party

and one of them killer her,

why would they go to the
house the following Friday,

knowing that her body
was rotting in that well?

Well, we know intelligent
killers maintain appearances.

They get up, they go to work,

they talk as if the person
they murdered is alive and well.

Yeah, we were the Diamond Banditos...

Dublin's answer to Duran Duran.

I was going to be the next Roger Taylor.

Well, what happened?

Well, our lead singer moved
to Canada with his family

and we rehearsed in his garage.

So...

Also, none of the rest of us could sing.

Are you expecting someone?

My other lover, Mick Jagger.

You'll have a lot to talk about.

I'll bring him right down.

Oh.

We need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

I'm afraid I'm
going to have to insist.

Okay, Detective.

How did you know Cavendish
had a heart condition?

It's not common knowledge.

Before I retired, he and I
got into a right squabble

and then Melissa rocked up, as usual,

and said that he had a congenital defect

and that I wasn't to upset him.

Bollocks to that.

We heard that you were unhappy with her

about a scholarship fund.

Harry, why did you go
to the dinner that night?

You don't seem to
particularly like either of them.

None of the alumni like each other,

but nothing gets in the way of drinks.

Mm.

So you didn't drink any
of the water that night?

Where are you going with this, Vicky?

Surely you realize that
Cavendish killed her.

First he said she was ill

and then he said that she'd left him.

Well, she didn't go very far, did she?

We found a note from Melissa
saying she was leaving him.

Oh, he probably wrote that himself.

And he has an alibi
for the night she was murdered.

The staff have alibis, as do the people

Melissa interacted with the most,

who were pretty much all at the dinner,

just like you said.

The only person left to ask, Harry, is you.

Could you tell me what
you were doing the evening

of Saturday the 11th?

Well, I can tell you what I wasn't doing.

Bumping off Melissa.

The 11th?

I was plunging my
downstairs loo at home alone.

Good God.

Chasing alibis is like
going down a blind alley.

Why don't you focus on the motive?

I am thinking of motive, Harry.

You say Melissa Cavendish was disliked,

but no one else has told us that.

Well, of course they wouldn't.

What they did tell us
is that you hated her.

We're going to need
to take your fingerprints,

just to rule you out.

Did you hear any of that?

She's just fishing.

She's panicking that Charlie's
going to come home from holiday,

take the case, and solve it.

Or you will.

Where were you on the 11th anyway?

Was the evening that memorable?

Charming hotel, the roses, the Jacuzzi.

Oh, shit!

We can't tell them.

Why don't you just go
and make yourself useful,

since I can't use you as an alibi?

Fergus is going to be here in a minute.

To even ask me for an alibi.

Have you tried Charlie?

He's in the bloody valley
with his phone turned off.

So we have to solve it?

No, I have to solve it while
I help you pass your exam.

Read your "Romeo and Juliet."

He loves her, she loves
him, mental families.

Bish bash bosh.

It always comes down to sex.

Sex, love, hatred.

With the Cavendishes, it could be sex.

Jealousy. An affair?

Oh, so Cavendish is
Romeo and Melissa's Juliet?

Hardly.

Shame you're not doing "Othello."

Now that would be relevant.

We've got to go.

Where are we going?

Oh, Harry.

Wait.

Harry.

They've just told me.

I thought she'd left me.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Ah.

You've come to question me.

Believe me, I wouldn't harm
a hair on my wife's head.

I loved her.

Yet, you thought she'd left you?

We had a silly fight.

I went to Belfast for a weekend conference

and I came home and
she'd left me an e-mail.

Well, didn't you find that odd?

You know how passionate Melissa was.

I'd upset her.

Well, fondling the
housekeeper would do that.

Jenny?

Don't be absurd.

It was a... a stupid row.

I assumed Melissa was
off giving my credit card

a battering in some
fancy hotel, punishing me.

Alone or with someone else?

Melissa wouldn't have an affair.

She was...

Reputation meant everything to her.

Our reputation as a couple.

I didn't even want to go
to that bloody conference

but she was furious,
ranting and raving about it,

about the college, me being there too much,

the rumors being too much.

What rumors?

Sketch. The nurse is coming.

Could he have sneaked back
from his conference to kill her?

If he was missing that long from Belfast,

it would have been noted.

He said something about
rumors at the college.

I need to go back and
see what I can find out.

Anyhow, got to get you home.

Shall I drive you to school tomorrow?

We can do some last-minute revisions?

No way. I'm keeping to my routine.

Red Bull and a Kit Kat on the bus.

If you get this,

remember that light and
shade is always a crowd pleaser.

Romeo called Juliet
the sun and she calls him

whiter than fresh snow on a raven's back.

Harriet Wild, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Melissa Cavendish.

You're not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
will be taking in writing

and may be given in evidence.

Time starts now.

So, you've decided not
to have a solicitor present.

I did nothing wrong.
You know this is a farce.

But it is in your best
interest to cooperate.

As I said, the injuries to Melissa's head

are consistent with the ashtray
we retrieved from her home.

Your fingerprints...

I told you I used it the
night that I stayed there.

And traces of blood were found on it.

Harry, only your fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

And that's not all, is it?

You had an acrimonious
relationship with Melissa.

You were the only one who
didn't drink the water that night.

And you say you were home
alone the evening she died.

Harry, is there anything
you'd like to alter

about your statement?

No.

That's you, driving your car,

not two miles from the Cavendish home

at 5:45 the evening of the murder.

The second still is you
driving your car back

at 12:30 AM the following morning.

Enough time to murder Melissa,

put her body in the well, and clean up.

I went for a drive.

For seven hours.

This is crazy.

Why would I kill her?

And then why would I clean up and...

And leave my fingerprints
on the murder weapon?

You know I didn't do this.

Then help me.

Tell me why you lied.

Leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

Ray! Oh!

Time's up.

This is madness.

Why did you lie about
being home that night?

-It's complicated. -Bloody hell, Harry.

Unless you were out killing someone else,

just tell them where you were.

If I said who I was with,

it would cause a lot of trouble, okay?

Look, Vicky knows I'm not a killer.

I'm not being funny,
right, but you're speaking to

a working-class black kid here, okay?

You might have a lot of
faith in the system, but I don't.

I mean, she brought
you in here, didn't she?

Look, I know, I know the spot that I'm in

and I know what I have to do.

I have to solve it.

And how are you going to do that
when you're banged up in here?

I'll figure it out.

Look, I just wanted you to know

that I can't help you
with your exams anymore.

You shouldn't even be
here. You should be studying.

Look, my next exam
isn't until noon tomorrow.

You said you were going
to go to the college, right?

What for?

I'll help until Charlie gets back.

Okay.

Cavendish said there
were rumors at the college.

Well, professors won't talk to you,

but maybe you can
talk to the support staff.

And how am I supposed to do that?

I mean...

I suppose Jordan let you in?

About time, Vicky.

I assume you're going to let me go now?

Actually, your stay in
custody has been extended.

We're transferring you
to the detention center.

What the hell?

You'll get a bail hearing tomorrow.

You need to sort a solicitor.

I'll fix it, Harry, okay?

I'll find out who did it.

Come on, up to the desk. Come on.

Take them.

Come on this way.

Always thought it'd be Cavendish

who'd get whacked by somebody's husband.

Dirty dog.

Do you know what he said to me last week?

That if I got my tits done, the
dean would give me a promotion.

No wonder Carole's always off sick.

Probably exhausted from finding new ways

to avoid having to go into
his secret little room with him.

Shit.

Harry.

Have you lost your mind?

With respect, Sir, moving a charged suspect

to a detention center
is standard procedure,

and there's plenty of evidence...

She's Charlie's mother.

But I'm doing things
by the book for Charlie.

And you weren't here, so I...

And you think that Charlie's
going to see it like that,

do you?

Sort out a house arrest warrant.

Now!

Oh!

You're going home, but not alone.

Charlie, you probably
won't get this but I...

I need you, darling.

I'm... I'm sure I'm going to be fine,

but I love you.

And Lola.

And Orla.

What bloody use were you?

Oh.

He said we were going to the cinema.

Well, this is a special edition

of "The Shawshank Redemption," darling.

I still can't believe it.

Were you alright?

Well, at least I didn't get shivved.

Your exams? I have not forgotten.

Forget about that.

Look, I've actually got
to get her dinner, so...

You do realize you've only got

lobster and wine in your fridge, right?

Don't you have any, like,
spaghetti hoops or something?

Uh...

So, you find out anything at the college?

Yeah, I did.

Check this out.

-That's in Cavendish's office? -Yep.

Oh, probably claims it's some place for him

to rest his head at the end of the day.

What are you two talking about?

Never you mind, Stinker.

Here, look, sit down
and go and eat your stuff.

We're talking about some proper nasty

Harvey Weinstein shit here.

I mean, did you never have
any suspicions about him?

You worked with the guy.

It was a different department.

He probably had some
strategy to keep it quiet.

Maybe even got worse.

He might have just
targeted secretaries or...

or newbies.

Well, it was risky of you to come here.

We could have talked on the phone.

Rubbish. I was coming anyway.

I know you didn't kill Melissa.

As for Cavendish...

I just thought you being new,
he might have tried something.

I mean, did he ever
mention his little room?

Hinted.

I told him where to go.

Christ, I had no idea.

You must have been so uncomfortable

that night at his house, the party?

I learned long ago how
to deal with men like him.

I would have turned
his balls into a key ring

if he'd done it to me.

But obviously he's been harassing others.

I hate that men still get
away with shit like this.

If women would just stand up!

It can't be a woman's
job to stop them, Lucy.

People like him are protected.

I mean, you saw the butler.

And the old guard at the college,

well, they're no better.

Did you notice how tense Beryl was

when she was around Cavendish?

Really?

Yes, Graham.

Actually in prison.

I can cross off doing
bird from my bucket list.

Anyway, forget about that.

I need to know, did you ever hear anything,

any rumors about
Cavendish being a predator?

I mean, is it common knowledge? Bollocks.

Is it common knowledge bollocks? What?

Just never mind.

Did you know about Cavendish?

Of course I didn't know.

I mean, I'd heard the odd thing,

but I didn't think it was anything serious.

You know what it's like these days.

Smile at somebody and the
woke brigade are all over you.

Myself and Beryl went through
the mill when we were courting.

I had to fill in a rake of bloody HR forms.

Is Beryl there, actually?

Well, she's around.

Oh, there you are.

The Guards arrested Harry.

What?

Oh, God.

That's awful.

No, it's alright, Beryl. I'm out now.

I just wanted to know,
did you ever hear anything

about Cavendish's wicked ways?

It seems that quite a
few of his secretaries

had run-ins with him in his little room.

What on earth was that about?

Graham, do you think...

Did Beryl ever mention
Cavendish in that way?

Good God.

What are you talking about?

-You don't think... -I don't know.

I'm going to have to call you back.

Go, check on Beryl.

Ma?

Oh!

We were so worried about you.

You got my message?

Yeah, yours, Fergus's, Ray's.

Even the one where you said you loved Orla.

Are you okay, Harry?

I want the charges dropped right now.

We can't drop the charges because you say.

If she's not telling us where she was

when Melissa was
killed, it's for good reason.

We need to find the actual killer.

Charlie, you can't investigate this.

She's your family.

And where were you?

- Why didn't you step in?
- I was on a strategy day.

Look, Charlie, I know
that she didn't do this.

And the...

Right, look...

No, you look.

Okay, I know that the only reason

why you're bringing me along

is because Harry nagged you into it.

But the thing is, right,

I'm going to keep trying to help her,

with or without you.

And from what she says,

you shouldn't be investigating either.

She shouldn't have told
you that, but fair point.

Alright.

Now, she suspects that
Cavendish harassed that Beryl one.

But she has an alibi, like all the others.

Vicky's a good cop,
but alibis can be faked.

That's what Harry says,

and she reckons there are more victims.

Right, tell me everything.

Jenny, isn't it?

I need to ask you some questions.

I can't. Please.

The night of the dinner party,

a witness saw you and
Cavendish in an intimate situation.

What?

No! Whatever you
think, it wasn't like that.

Then why don't you tell me what it was?

I can't.

It's not...

Are you scared?

Did you snap, Jenny?

Did you think enough?

Except Cavendish
wasn't here, only his wife?

I wasn't here that night.

And Melissa, she...

Look, my friend, she's
getting blamed for this, okay?

And she didn't do it, okay?

So please help.

Look, this is my job.

If you want to know what Cavendish is like,

look into the Saturday Club.

Saturday Club? What's that?

What is going on here?

Just think I left
my coat here the other day.

Mind if I have a quick look around?

Get back to work, Jenny.

You did not leave your coat here.

I would have found it.

Good day.

He's fun.

So Charlie is going to
double check all the alibis

and he's going to see what he can find out

about the Saturday Club.

A Saturday Club?

Harry?

Listen, sorry, I-I need your help again.

Have you ever heard anything
about the Saturday Club?

Is this something that Cavendish is into,

some sort of man club or something?

I don't know what clubs Cavendish is in.

I don't know him that well.

And I tell you, after speaking
with Beryl after you called,

they better keep that
bloody man in hospital,

or I'll put him back in there.

Ah, okay.

Can we speak to Beryl?

She just left.

She's gone to her women's group.

What women's group?

Told you Malky would know someone.

The gift that keeps on giving, your father.

Saturday night, it'll
be a busy one for him.

6:00 till 8:00, how to kill predators.

8:00 till 9:00, choir practice.

Shh.

I'm done discussing this.

Harry Wild is a good woman.

We need to go to the Guards.

But then everything comes out.

I have said it from the start.

I'm glad we came together,

but I don't want my
dirty linen aired in public.

And it's not just fear of losing our jobs

or people not believing us.

It's about people knowing.

I agree with you.

A-And I'm happy Melissa is dead

so at least she's not
hanging over us anymore.

I mean,
what kind of an evil bitch

protects her husband like that?

But we can't be false alibis.

We know Lucy wasn't here.

Look, ladies, when she
brought us all together,

she told us if we couldn't find the courage

to report the Cavendishes,
then she'd do something.

But what if she did?

Lucy?

So Melissa blackmailed them
into keeping quiet, right, but how?

Oh, it's easy, Fergus. You heard them.

They were probably
already blaming themselves

for being assaulted.

That's how predators work.

Shame is their weapon.

What do you know about Lucy?

I mean, you helped hire
her for your old job, right?

I mean, where does she come from?

Well, she had a good CV.

A couple of steady lecture posts.

There was only one blip.

She left her first college
in the middle of a course,

but that's not uncommon.

Wait, she just dropped out?

Where was that?

Galway, about 12 years ago.

She knew that the sculpture
in Cavendish's hall was new.

How, if that was her first time there?

Holy shit!

What? What have you found?

Nothing about Lucy,
but there is a story here

about a professor from Galway Uni

who was had up on a rape
charge at around the same time.

Prosecution called the
man a serial predator.

They reckon he'd targeted more than

just the student who accused him.

Is that meant to wash these down?

Lucy, this isn't the way.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I won't let you take the blame.

What choice do I have?

Can't go to prison.

Cavendish hurt so many of us, you know.

When I found that out, I
thought he can't get away with it.

He can't deny all of us.

I brought us all together.

Thought we could plan
how to bring him down.

But they were terrified.

They saw it more as a support group.

Did this happen to you before?

You know about that?

It was a lecturer.

I wasn't the only one.

There was one girl, she was brave enough

to take it to the Guards.

His defense team claimed
she was drunk and consented

and he got away with it.

My mum sat on my bed
every night just to make sure

I didn't slit my wrists as she slept.

You were very brave.

I can't imagine what it took for you to...

To try to confront Cavendish.

Look at where it got me.

Stand up to the bullies, they say.

They'll back down.

But Melissa didn't.

She started ranting about
how she was sick of it,

how she wouldn't be tainted by rumors.

It was like she was
at the end of her tether

and I was the touch paper.

She got so angry, I thought
she was going to kill me.

-I grabbed what I could. -The ashtray.

I was just defending myself,
but she collapsed on the spot.

I panicked.

But then I thought I can cover this up.

Send an e-mail from her computer,

make it look like she left.

Why on earth did you drink the water?

I didn't know it was for the house.

I thought they got their
water from the mains,

like normal people.

Charlie.

Mum, I think I have something.

The alibis for Beryl Lane and Lucy D'arcy

are the same, and they both mention a club.

I'm on my way to interview Lucy now.

Charlie...

Okay.

She still killed her, Harry.

Look at how she was provoked.

No.

I won't be responsible
for helping send her to jail.

Trust me. She'd be dead in 24 hours,

by her own hand or somebody else's.

Lawrence Cavendish, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of multiple counts of sexual assault.

You are not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

I'm not even going to ask.

Probably best.

Harry, I need you to know
that I was ready to confess.

I know full well what you did for me.

What can I do to make it up?

You can pour me a glass of champagne...

on your way out.

But I...

Fergus and his sister are coming over.

He's been working his ass off to help me

while sitting his Junior Cert.

Ah, he's a good kid.

Yeah.

So, am I forgiven?

I'll think about it.