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Ben, what is that?

It's nothing. Come here.
It's nothing.

What? What is that?
It's nothing.

Sorry, madam. Police. This is a...

Grace, is it? You called it in?

Yeah. Roy.

Cleo Morey - I'm the on-call Senior
Anatomical Pathology Technician.

You're new.
To you.

What? I'm new to you.
Oh, right, yeah, sorry,

that's what I...
That's why I hadn't...

I've been at the mortuary
for two months.

Right. Have you? Right.

You won't know my colleague, Darren,
either. He is new.

He's been with us
less than a fortnight.

We're cleared to take over from here

if you need to liaise
with your people.

Er, your jacket?

Yeah.
Er...

I know it is,
it matches your bottoms.

The question was,
would you like it back? Oh, right.

Er... Mm... Probably not.

Yeah.
OK, I'll, er...

It was a...
it was a kind thing to do.

Covering her.

Morning.
Morning.

DS Grace, do you have a statement?
DS Grace... is it a murder?

Is it a murder, DS Grace?
Do you have you any comments?

Have you got any leads yet?

Mr Bishop?
Yeah.

Detective Sergeant Potting.
East Sussex CID.

This is my colleague, DC Nicholl.
Can we have a word, please?

I'm halfway through
a golf tournament. Can't it wait?

No. Not really.

Oh, my God. Hol?
There's been a development.

You know I've been getting
a bit flirty-flirty

with you-know-who?

So, he just turned up
out of the blue last night -

really late - and, erm,
it all went a bit Christian Grey.

I was wondering... Mr Bishop,
if you could give me an account

of your movements
over the last 24 hours.

All right.
Er, yesterday, I was at my office.

I live in London through the week.

I had supper
with my financial adviser,

then went back to my flat
and went to bed.

I left around half-six this morning
and drove down here.

Look, what is this about?

When did you last see your wife,
Mr Bishop?

No, no sign of forced entry
according to CSI.

I want all CCTV footage
from all surveillance cameras

within a two-mile radius,

and all routes in and out
of Brighton.

Yeah, the Home Office pathologist
is on the way.

OK, I'll be in touch.

No sign of any blowfly activity.

They're pretty quick off the mark.
Recent, then.

Er, pathologist's call -

less than 24 would be
my best estimate.

Most likely in the small hours.

Oh, we'll need the lab
to confirm this,

but, erm, UV showed up traces
of sexual activity.

Ties are knotted
in a Somerville bowline.

Did you know blowflies can smell
death from up to five miles away?

You don't say.

You've heard of them, presumably?
Katya and Kit Bishop.

Brighton and Hove's golden couple,
they're in all the magazines.

Oh. Well, they don't go big
on lifestyle in Carp Monthly.

He's International
Rostering Solutions.

Software. Offices around the world.
He's also a dedicated petrol head.

Races sports cars for a hobby.
And Mrs Bishop?

Socialite.
Oh.

They're personal friends of
the Police and Crime Commissioner.

They raise a lot of money
for charitable causes.

So the Chief Constable is keen
that we don't let the grass grow.

"Without fear or favour."

That-that is still the oath,
isn't it...?

Have you got enough officers
on the team for this one,

with DC Boutwood
still out of the game?

Should do, yeah. Glenn's back today.

If his counsellor signs him off -
fingers crossed.

Having your playmate back
might put a spring in your step.

Quite an experience getting shot?

Yeah, well, it's, er..
not one I'm keen to repeat.

Once is enough for any lifetime, eh?

'Urgent medical assistance
required.'

'How are you feeling?'

'Yeah. Yeah, I'm great.
I'm raring to go, you know.'

Can't wait to get back to work.

I mean, compared to my colleague,
DC Boutwood,

Emma-Jane...

..yeah, I was, er... I was lucky.

This isn't about her.
This is about you.

It's understandable to want
to relativise, Glenn,

but it can also become a way
of distancing oneself

from the reality of what happened.
Trust me...

I'm as close to the reality
of what happened as it gets.

I've done the physio. OK? I'm here.
I've read the pamphlets. I've...

I've had a good cry with my wife.

'I've hugged the kids. I've done
everything on that tick list.

'But now... I just want
to get back to work.'

What about this one?

Nah, that's not what he's after,
it's not an MG.

'Morning.'
Sorry. It's... It's not a good time.

Kit, what is it? What's happened?
'It's, erm...'

I'm-I'm just about to go
into a police station.

'It's Katya, she's, erm...'

She's-she's dead.
What?

'How? When?'

I don't know. But they keep
asking me where I was last night.

So, tell them you were at mine.

That's very sweet of you, but
I really don't wanna involve you.

Kit...
Look, Soph, I can't talk now.

I have to go in.

So, how did Mr Bishop seem?

Like a bloke who's told
his wife's been murdered.

You see, it's insight like that
that makes me glad I asked you

to join the team full-time, Norman.
Not the bubbly personality?

What can I tell you?
Look, he wasn't bawling.

Quite buttoned down, I'd say.
It could be shock.

Oh, it could. OR...

he could be a stone-cold killer
with something to hide.

Detective Superintendent Roy Grace,
Mr Bishop.

I'm the Senior Investigating Officer
for this... incident.

My sincere condolences.

It would be very helpful
if you could help us

with some background questions.

I've already answered
a lot of questions.

I appreciate that. And I'll try
and keep this as brief as possible.

How long have you been married,
Mr Bishop?

Er... Five years, April just gone.

It was a happy marriage?

Yes.

Where did you sleep last night?

At my flat, in London.

Can anyone vouch for that?
The concierge, Oliver, I suppose.

And when did you see him?

Last night, around seven,
when I came back from the office.

And again first thing this morning,
around half-six.

He helped me load my clubs
into the car.

Can anyone vouch for your
whereabouts between seven last night

and half-six this morning?

I had dinner
with my financial adviser

at a restaurant in Piccadilly.
That wound up around nine-thirty.

Would you mind telling me
what happened AFTER your dinner?

I think I would mind, actually,
if it's all the same to you.

I have been incredibly patient,

but I've answered all the questions
I'm going to for now.

I want to see my wife.

It really would be in your best
interest to make that happen.

'I want to see my wife.

'It really would be in your best
interest to make that happen.'

Nice little flash of temper
at the death there.

And a threat to boot.

Whey! Look who it isn't!

Aye-aye, big man.
You guys!

Hey, congrats on the baby, Nick.
Thanking you.

You picked your morning.
So I hear. Right, so did he do it?

Well, he didn't ask for a lawyer.

But did he kill his wife?
I don't know.

I'll let you get settled in.
And my wife?

I was told I'd be able to see her.

You'll be able to see her
when the postmortem's concluded.

Cause of death is asphyxia.

Katya Bishop was strangled
with a ligature around her neck

of either thin cord or wire.

There are also signs
sexual intercourse had taken place

at some point close to death.

What is strange is that
there are no marks on her body.

Well, you would've thought
if she resisted her assailant,

there'd be scratches or bruises,
wouldn't you? Mm-hmm.

So it could be someone she knew.

You've not been here very long,
Miss Morey tells me.

Cle?

No. That's right.
How're you finding it?

I like the variety.
Oh, yeah.

Where were you before?
Hickson's Abattoir - slaughterman.

Oh.

It's very thoughtful, what you do.

Considerate. The care you take.

I'm sure it means a lot.
To the families.

It's nice if it does.

But... it's for her, really.

Maybe... give back
some of what was taken.

Can you give us a minute?
I'd like to be alone with my wife.

He's hurting.

Or he knows we're watching.

Soph? I'm under the drier.
What's going on?

You haven't seen the news?

No.
'It's Kit.'

They're saying his wife's
been killed.

'Murdered.'

Keep a close eye and a tight rein.
You're the good cop.

Let him trust you.
You think he did it?

I think any spouse in a murder case
is bound to be a person

of significant interest,
and he's no different.

Detective Superintendent?

Roy, Miss Morey.

Cleo. Sorry, erm, I almost forgot -
your tracksuit top.

I'll, er...

It's perfectly clean.

I put it through the washer-drier
we have here.

Wow, that's-that's...
that's really very kind of you.

You didn't need to do that.
No. Well, it's done now.

Erm, I'll understand
if you don't want it.

Some people are squeamish.
No. No. I'm very grateful.

Thank you. You'll have to be careful

I don't start bringing all
my laundry to the... mortuary.

Erm, any news on the body
from the water?

The unknown female? No.
No distinguishing features

and decomposition
rules out fingerprints.

Dental records? Her jaw's intact,
so we'll send those out tomorrow

along with her measurements,
description and photographs

to the Missing Persons Helpline.
No idea as to the cause?

No. No obvious suspicious injuries.

So we're waiting on
the consultant pathologist

to perform a postmortem.

Well, erm, thanks again for this.
I'll, er...

Yeah, I'll see you again, I'm sure.
Yeah.

What's that about?
Unknown female from the beach.

No, THAT.

Oh, er... tracksuit top.

What? It's not like that.

Like what?
Whatever it is that you're thinking.

Hmm. What am I thinking?

That it's... something.

And why shouldn't it be?

Roy, you're allowed to feel
something for another human being.

If you need permission...

You can't be faithful to a ghost.

'The body was found this
morning by a domestic cleaner

'at the home of Kit
and Katya Bishop,

'a young and popular couple at the
heart of Brighton's social scene.'

Mr Bishop? I thought you'd want...

'Hello, you've reached Kit Bishop.
I can't take your call.

'Please leave a message.'

Mr Bishop, this is
Detective Superintendent Grace.

Please call me as soon
as you get this message.

Did he have any luggage?
Overnight bag and a laptop.

I've left the FLO on site
in case he comes back

and notified the scene guard
at the family home.

Check with local taxis,
see if anyone's picked up a man

matching Bishop's description
in the vicinity of the hotel

between 5:20, 5:30 this afternoon.

Norman, where are we with, erm,
CSI from the Bishops' house?

Two computers taken for analysis.
Landline recordings requisitioned,

that's the same with the mobile
phone records for both him and her.

Right. We've got one
mobile phone message recovered.

It's a withheld number.

Ten past 11 yesterday morning.

Have a listen.
'I'll see you later.'

Is that Bishop?
It doesn't sound like him.

I've been on to the phone company,

they're going to get me the records
soon as.

But we've also got
a car parking ticket

found in the footwell of her motor.

Now, it was bought
at 11 minutes past five...

..Thursday afternoon,

in Salvesen Street, Lewes.
Pursuing enquiries.

And that's the same
with a petrol receipt from a garage

on the A27 just outside of Lewes.

There's only one camera
that covers the forecourt.

We should have that tomorrow.
I'm gonna pop over later,

speak to the attendant.
See if they said anything.

When do we expect the results
from the DNA recovered

from the sheets and the postmortem?
Monday at the earliest.

Sorry, Roy.
This just in - 10:47 last night,

M23 just outside Gatwick -
ANPR camera picks up the plate

of a Jaguar registered to Kit
Bishop, heading towards Brighton.

Didn't he say he never left London?
Well, he could've come down,

done the nasty, and gone back.
Can we plot the route?

See, once it's past Crawley, the car
just disappears off the grid.

What d'you mean,
disappears off the grid?

It's not clocked again.
So maybe he travels down via B-roads

and doubles back to avoid
his movements being picked up.

Anything within two miles
of the Bishops' house?

No. The Jag, no.

What about on the Northbound M23,
heading back to London?

Nope.
It just disappears into thin air.

Kit Bishop was picked up by taxi

at the rear of the Holiday Inn
two hours ago.

Destination - Hotel du Vin.
Let's go.

Thanks, Bella.

Who's there?

Who is that?

Oh, it's you!
Jeez, you gave me a fright.

How d'you get in?

Oh, the door was on the latch.
Oh, erm...

So what was all that about today?

I don't need protecting from
the police, Kit. I'm WITH you.

You've got to tell them about us.

If you were here last night,
you couldn't have been there, right?

Sure.

You going somewhere?
I've, er, got a party this evening.

Why?

I... I thought we might...

..pick up from where we left off.

Someone abandoned that van
last night. OK, I'll take a look.

Oi. That's it, innit?

Bingo.

Yeah, we still need to get
that other one, though. The MG.

Take that.

I drove down as soon as I heard.

Why didn't you call me?
Shock, I suppose.

The police dragging me around
from one place to another.

The identification. It's, erm...

It's been a day.

How are you holding up?
I don't know.

The police want me to stay local.

They've put me in
this wretched hotel.

Well, you're not staying there.

We've got a suite of rooms on the
top floor for clients and partners.

Thanks, but I'd better do
what they ask.

That is the last thing
that you'd better do.

You're staying here
under my care and protection

until you are allowed to go home.
Yes!

Thanks.

Do they have any idea who did it?

The way they're treating me, I think
they're convinced that I did it.

Uh-uh. Immediate family and friends
are always suspects

in any murder inquiry.
It's not personal.

I swear to God, Bobbie,
they've got me scared half to death.

I know. But I'm here now.

I know there's making an entrance,
honey, but listen,

after what you told me today,
I'm worried about you.

If I don't hear from you in 15,
I'm coming round, yeah?

Ah, I thought I'd find you here.

Yeah. I've, er...

..missed the view.

How are you?

Good.

Never better.

Really.

I'm in the shape of my life.

But... there's only so much cash
a man can watch people find

in the attic before a major incident
gets declared.

Yeah, Ari said you'd started to be
insufferable around the house.

When did you talk to Ari?
Er... we talk.

We have someone we love in common.

He can be a bit reckless sometimes,
but we don't wanna be without him.

That was just bad luck.
I know.

But I don't want any more of it.
Not as far as you're concerned.

So, no more heroics, please.
Not after last time.

Just... ease yourself
back in gently.

Sod that!

Roy, I've been stuck on that bench
for months.

OK? I'm sick of...

Grace.

Yup.

Understood.

Bishop's just walked into
the front office. He's lawyered up.

Let me have a go at him.

We're curious, Mr Bishop,
as to why you checked out

of the Holiday Inn
and went to the Hotel du Vin.

You care to explain your reasons?

My reasons? My reasons are that
you told me to move there.

One of you anyway, the police.

The room phone rang around 5:30.

The guy said the place
was being staked out by journos

and you were moving me.
Did he give you his name?

Er...

Canning. DS Canning.

He said that I should take
the fire escape stairs,

and there'd be a cab waiting outside
the back entrance.

After you checked in
to the Hotel du Vin,

where did you go?

Just went for a walk
along the front.

Needed to get some air,
clear my head.

Where have you been up until now?

I had a drink in a bar

and then I went
to Ms Vernon's office.

So...

is there any news?
I'm afraid not.

Do you have any enemies?

Anybody that might want to do harm
to you or your wife?

Men of Mr Bishop's
wealth and profile

invariably attract a legion
of enemies, as you call them.

What would you call them, Ms Vernon?

Free-range disturbed,
for the most part.

And these days, that's almost anyone
with access to a screen

and a social media account -
weirdos, beggars, critics.

Long-lost relatives who aren't.

Chancers. Would-be blackmailers.
Fantasists.

We've a department dedicated
to keeping them at bay.

Threats?
Oh, almost daily.

A cease and desist
usually pulls them up short,

but the more persistently deranged,
we pass on to the Met.

It would be useful if we could see
anything you've received like that

over the past, say, five years.
I'll see what I can do about that.

Now, for the record, if you have
any further questions for my client,

I would like them referred
to the office of my firm,

which is where he shall be staying
for the time being.

Today has come as a terrible shock,
it's been a real ordeal for him.

She called me this afternoon
in a pretty bad way.

There's this guy that she's
been into for a while. Kit.

Soph said that his wife
had been murdered.

Kit Bishop?
Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

He was freaking that the police
thought that he'd done it.

But Soph said that he couldn't have.
How's that?

Cos he was with her last night.
What, here?

Yeah.

Soph said that... that he just
turned up out the blue

and things got a bit...

"A little light bondage"
is how she put it.

Cause of death?
Same as Bishop's wife.

I'd prefer we wait on
the postmortem before we say that

with any degree of certainty.
But, yes, there are similarities.

If it's any help, the ropes have
been tied in a Somerville bowline.

The same knot used on Katya Bishop.

Katya Bishop was a tireless worker
for local charities

and one of this city's
most popular residents.

'We offer our deepest condolences
to her family

'and we assure them that
we will be working around the clock

'to bring the evil creature
responsible for this to justice.'

And what about the young woman
murdered last night,

named locally as Sophie Carrington?

Has that been formally linked
to Katya Bishop?

I'm afraid,
for sound operational reasons,

we're unable to give details
about that particular investigation.

ACC Vosper, if the killer
continues to elude your officers,

will you allow
Detective Superintendent Grace

to consult a medium?

It's not normal practice
for the police to follow

such lines of enquiry.

But we will listen to anyone who
can provide us with information,

and then we will assess how
it may progress the investigation.

You don't rule it out, then?

I think I've already given you
my answer. Any more questions?

ACC Vosper?
DS Grace?

Nick. 'Hi, Norm, I've got a name
and address for the account holder

'at the landline that left a message
on Katya Bishop's mobile.'

Mr Chancellor? DS Norman Potting.
East Sussex CID.

I was wondering
if I might have a word.

It's about Katya Bishop.
But you probably already know that.

Come in.

Do we have anything to place Bishop
at the scene with Sophie Carrington?

No DNA evidence back as yet,

but we have a neighbour who says
they saw a man outside the flat

who may or may not be Bishop.

They're coming in later
to help us develop an e-fit.

Does he admit to knowing her?
I don't know.

We... we're about to question him.

Where are we with his story
about this "DS Canning"?

Nobody of that name works anywhere
in East Sussex Constabulary, ma'am.

So, either somebody got wind
that we had Bishop holed up

in the Holiday Inn. Press, possibly?

Or...?

Or...

he's lying.

On the one hand,
he's a credible, grieving husband.

On the other, he disappears off
radar, and the next thing you know,

a young woman
he's supposedly involved with

ends up murdered in similar
circumstances to his wife.

And all the while,
he knows we're watching him.

Is that some kind of compulsion?

Or he's supremely confident in
his ability to get away with murder.

So Mrs Bishop was with you
Thursday evening? Till what time?

Erm... half-11, quarter to 12,
something like that. Ah.

You and Mrs Bishop...

was a full relationship, was it?

She was lonely.

Her husband was obsessed with work
and was never around.

So she might've been less lonely
than bored and frustrated.

How d'you meet?

A charity Katya was involved with
auctioned off one of my paintings.

And this is her, huh?

How long's it take you
to do something like that?

A week, maybe.

Mm!

Does the name "Sophie Carrington"
mean anything to you, Mr Bishop?

No. No, it doesn't.

Should it?
Not necessarily.

I'd like to ask you about
a life insurance policy you took out

on your wife
with South Laines Assurance

six months ago for £4 million.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.
I don't believe in life insurance.

A copy of the policy
was found in your home.

As may be,
but I've no knowledge of it.

Look... I pay people to manage
all this for me. I just sign things.

Mr Bishop's fiscal affairs
are quite complex.

It's possible that that policy
was a requirement

of a financial instrument
pertaining to the business.

Or that it's something Mrs Bishop
took out herself.

Do you have any further questions,
Detective Superintendent?

He goes for a walk, a haircut
or an ice cream,

I want to know. Yes?
OK. No problems, sir.

So she sets up a life insurance
on herself that he's paying for

but doesn't know about?
I don't buy it.

I'll get Nick to chase
the financial adviser.

He's lying, though, right?
About Sophie Carrington.

Oh, yeah. He knows her. Or knew her.

But you didn't want to push him?
Not yet, no.

When I do, I want it backed up
by hard evidence.

So he can't wriggle out of it.

Let's see what her phone records
offer up.

If Sophie told Holly the truth -

about Bishop being at her place
the night his wife was killed -

that would put him in the clear
for the murder, right?

So why would he kill his alibi?

Sophie Carrington. Ligature marks
and petechial haemorrhaging

suggests cause of death
is again asphyxia.

Penetrative sex has taken place,
but unlike with Mrs Bishop,

the injuries are such it is highly
unlikely this was a consensual act.

And there's another curiosity...

That's the same tattoo
as Katya Bishop.

Except this was most likely done
in the last 12 to 24 hours.

Can we withdraw a sample of the ink
for analysis?

If we identify the manufacturer,
we might be able to find out

whoever they supplied in Brighton.
Already done.

Maybe Bishop likes to mark
his property.

He denies knowing her. He's not
gonna say he made her get a tattoo.

Yeah. Look, I'll get a photo
of the tatt out to parlours -

see if anyone recognises the style
or font of someone's handiwork.

Oh, hold on.

Hello? DS Benson...

Detective Superintendent?

Roy, Miss Morey.

Cleo.

Look, erm...

do you want to go for a drink?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

OK. Erm, two minutes?

That was Sandra Taylor, analyst
at the Force Intelligence Unit.

Did you know Bishop has previous?

Two years at a young offenders'
for sexual assault

on a 15-year-old girl at his school.

And an 18-month probation at 20
for GBH on another woman.

Well, I can see
why he might be reluctant

to volunteer that information.

Shall I bring him in?
When we're ready.

If he thinks he's playing with us,
let's let him think it.

When the time comes,
I want to lay out our cards

nine, ten, jack.

OK. So, back to base, yeah?

I'm gonna... I'm gonna hang on here
for a minute.

You're gonna hang on at a mortuary?
For what?

Er, I'm gonna have a word
with Dr De Sancha.

I'll wait, no worries.
No, you're all right.

All good?
You're, er...?

Booking off. Booking off, so...

Yeah, er... understood.

Shall we?
Yeah.

So, what was all that about?
All what?

It's funny.
Most days, it doesn't touch you,

and others...

It's the cruelty.

That's what's hard to take.
Yeah.

When you bring intent into it.

The stuff that freaks most people -
the motorway accidents, the fires,

people barely recognisable
as people.

That's just physical.
Because accidents happen, right?

And it's not personal and it's...
it's just any one of us.

Mm.
Luck of the draw.

Do you wanna go
and get something to eat?

Yeah.

Yeah, food would be good.

You recently remortgaged the house
on Ocean Rise, didn't you?

Yeah. Had to raise some cash
for a rights issue.

We had a brief liquidity problem.
Why?

Well, mortgage companies
normally require

some kind of life-insurance cover
on large loans.

Maybe that's why you did it?

I'll call your financial adviser
in the morning.

Right, I'm gonna go to the workshop
for a couple of hours.

Think working on the car
might take my mind off things.

What if the police call?

You can let me know,
I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Can I take your car?
They're watching mine.

There's a back way out, right?

This was nice.
Yes. Yes, it was.

I'm not going to sleep with you.
No...

Tonight, I mean.

To clarify, I-I am going
to sleep with you, just...

..not tonight.
OK. Good.

Good?
To have clarity.

I mean, that's assuming
you want to sleep with me.

Do you want to sleep with me?

Would you like it in writing or is
there a form I can fill in online?

Thanks.

For what? For not making tonight
a history lesson.

I'm not big on all our yesterdays.

Some dates you go on,
there's so much of it,

you come away thinking
you've had a past-life experience.

Do you know what I mean?
Yes, I do.

But you didn't talk about your past.

Not once.

Nor did you.

Oh, I'm all about the now.
Are you?

Not the right now, obviously.
I-I think they want to close.

Erm, sorry, can I get the bill,
please?

Can I get this...?
Please!

Did Destiny's Child
teach you nothing?

You can do the tip.

This is me.

I'd invite you in, but, erm...

you might wake the goldfish.
You keep goldfish?

Just one. For the conversation.

So do I.
Oh!

Yeah, Marlon. He's a Kawarimono.

Is he? Kawarimono.

What's that,
some sort of Chinese carp?

Yes, it is. Yeah.
I won him at a raffle.

How about you? Er, just, erm,
a common or garden funfair.

So, erm...

Rematch?

Sure.

Which one of us
had the garlic bread?

Oh, that was me.

Yeah. See, something like that,
you need to plan ahead.

Mm.

Next time.

Thanks for the lift, Darren.
Don't mention it.

Er, Cle?

What?!

Further to the discovery
of a car park ticket

found in Katya Bishop's vehicle,
issued Thursday afternoon

at a pay and despair
on Salvesen Street in Lewes...

Pay and display, surely?
Have you ever been to Lewes?

A landline number on Katya Bishop's
mobile turned up Barty Chancellor,

an artist on... Salvesen Street.

Now yesterday, I went to see him,
and he admitted to me

that he was the man saying,
"See you later," on her voicemail.

So they were having an affair.
Exactly.

She left him around half-11
Thursday night,

which would agree with the time
on her receipt

from the garage on the A27.

Now, CCTV for that is coming in
this morning.

What d'you make of him?
What, Chancellor?

Oh, he's no love for Mr Bishop,
but he certainly likes the ladies.

Plenty of raunchy nudes on display -
including one or two of Mrs Bishop.

Define "raunchy".

Well, not the sort of stuff
you'd want to show your elderly mum.

You don't know my elderly mum.
Well, either way,

he's coming in at half-nine
to make a statement

so you can ask him yourself.
Now, I also spoke to Tessa Merrick,

who's the wife of Bishop's
golfing partner

and good friend of Katya's,

who said she thought she was gonna
give lover-boy the Spanish archer.

She was going to leave him.

For all the philanthropy
and charity stuff you read about...

..Kit Bishop is a very nasty
piece of work.

In what way?
Was he violent towards her?

Not physically,
but mentally very cruel.

Obsessive and extremely jealous.

You said earlier
that you have no alibi

for after Mrs Bishop
left your house.

It was nearly midnight
by the time Katya left and...

..I fell asleep.

It's been put to us that Mrs Bishop

was thinking of ending
your relationship.

Is that true?

If she was...

..it's the first
I've heard about it.

So, she didn't break it off with you
Thursday night? No!

We were going to spend
the rest of our lives together.

If you need to go home, please do.
No, I'll be fine. Thank you.

The body you pulled out of the sea -

just been identified
by her dental records.

Julia Abbott.

Looks like she was dead
before she went in to the water.

Julia,
head-of-the-PNC-department Julia?

Left to go "travelling"?
She was getting married.

Has the fiance been notified?
We're trying to find him.

Anything from the garage?

A new roof for my MG would be nice.

Actually, I've got a hard-top
in the shed.

You couldn't follow us
back from work

and help me put it on, could you?
Sure. Anything for you, Cle.

I'll fetch you back
a Turkish delight.

OK, this is CCTV footage of the
forecourt of the petrol station.

We're on the Westbound A27
just outside of Lewes,

where Katya Bishop stopped
at 11:58 Thursday.

This is her there.

Now, the Merc at pump six
has dash cams fore and aft.

The rear are facing away,
down the slip road to the garage.

Now, these are the headlights
of a van that was dumped on the road

just outside of the garage.

Now, it was stolen in Lewes
that afternoon

and belongs to Juwett and Co,

which is a South Coast
spray painting services.

Meanwhile, the Merc fills his tank,
Mrs Bishop waits for a coffee.

Mrs Stacey, who's in
the people carrier, she pays.

And what about the driver
of the Range Rover?

Pays at the pump.
But now this is where it gets weird.

Mrs Stacey, in the people carrier,
has her daughters in the back.

Now one of them is asleep,

but the other looks across
to Katya Bishop's car.

Now, the little girl
didn't mention it at the time,

but ever since that night,
she's awoken with nightmares

about a man with a scary face.

Anything in that?

Well, normally I'd put it down
to kids playing silly buggers,

but Mr Juwett, who owns the van,

said a gas mask was taken
from the vehicle.

A gas mask?
Well, a... a full-head respirator -

he uses it for spray painting.

He said that was the only thing
that had gone missing.

- Who is, please?
- Gas board, meter reading.

So, what do we think?

Did Bishop know that Chancellor
was sleeping with his wife?

Did he dump his Jag, steal a van,
tail her to the petrol station

so that she wouldn't recognise
his car?

Why not just wait for her at home?

To avoid CCTV and Traf-cams,
presumably.

Yeah, or was it Barty Chancellor
getting her back

because she'd chucked him? Only he's
too smart to kill her at his place.

Or someone we don't know about.

Which of 'em's most likely to know
this Somerville knot?

Well, Barty Chancellor
strings his own frames

cos I saw that at his studio.

Bishop's financial adviser
finally got back.

Receipt for their restaurant bill
is time stamped at 9:57.

He says he put Bishop in a taxi
on Piccadilly

for his flat at Notting Hill
just after ten.

So say he was home by, what, 10:20,

he'd have to get from there

to the ANPR picking up
his licence plate

on the M23 outside Gatwick by 10:47.
So that's 27 minutes.

It could be done.
He's a professional racer.

Well, let's see if we can get
a Traf-Pol unit

to make that run in that time.

The concierge also confirmed
that he did help Bishop

load his golf clubs into his Jag
at 6:30,

and then he saw him off
for Brighton.

Did the financial adviser say
anything about the life insurance?

Only that if Bishop did take out
insurance on his wife,

then he did so privately.

What do you mean he's not here?
My client's not under arrest.

You've not charged him
with anything,

you've no evidence
of any wrongdoing on his part.

He's the grieving widower
of a murder victim.

You want to speak to him,
make an appointment

and I'll see if he's agreeable
to meet you here. So, where is he?

Look, I'm sure you think
you're helping your client

by not answering,
but when he does turn up,

I want him down at the station

where he will be
formally interviewed. OK?

Hello. Hi, it's me.
I know. Your name comes up.

So, how was your day?

Er, my day is the roof of my MG
got slashed overnight,

so that was nice to come in to.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry.

'Forget it. It's probably kids.'

Anyway, Darren's gonna pick me up
from work

and help me put the hard top on.
I'll be getting jealous.

'Why don't you come round later?'

OK.

'If you're sure.'

Hello?

Who is it?

'Hello?'
Cleo?

L-listen, I've gotta go.

I'll... I'll see you tonight.
All right? Bye.

Hello?

Jesus, Darren!

Why didn't you answer me?
I had my buds in.

The garage was out of Turkish.
Sorry.

Now let's talk about your...
juvenile conviction.

My what? Two years
in a young offenders' institute

for the sexual assault of
a young girl. No, wait a minute...

My client's never been convicted
of anything in his life.

It may have been a long time ago
and he may have been a juvenile,

Ms Vernon,
but these offences remain on file.

As does his GBH against a woman
committed aged 20,

for which he received
an 18-month probation.

I mean, we have it on record,
Mr Bishop. This is not my...

I suggest you check your records
again because they're wrong.

How about Mr Bishop's
mobile telephone records...

..are they also wrong?

The last call that Sophie Carrington
made was to you.

And on close examination
of both your call histories

throughout the year,

it becomes clear there's a
significant amount of communication

between the two of you.

Any comment?

You don't have to answer that.

I met her at a conference.

It was a flirtation,
but that was all.

So you never slept with her?

No.
Right.

Only, she told her best friend
that you turned up at her flat

in the small hours of Friday morning
and did exactly that.

The last time I spoke to Sophie,
I-I told her about Katya

and I...
I felt that you suspected me.

And she said to tell you
that I'd been with her all night.

So why didn't you?
Because it wasn't true.

OK, she thought she was making up
an alibi because, well...

because, well, clearly,
she had a crush on me.

But I said it was better to tell the
truth when dealing with the police.

Were you aware your wife
was having an affair, Mr Bishop?

Was it the artist in Lewes?
You knew about him, then?

Not knew, suspected. Feared.

I knew she'd got close to him
when he did her portrait,

but, er, I suppose
I didn't want to believe it.

How did you feel...

when you suspected that your wife
was being unfaithful?

You mean, did I want to kill her?

Did you?

No.

OK. E-fit of a man
seen by a neighbour

outside Sophie Carrington's flat
at eight o'clock Friday night.

That's Bishop, isn't it?
It's got to be.

So we've got
his wife's life insurance,

his previous criminal record -
why aren't we bringing him in?

He and his lawyer say
our records are wrong.

But we're not giving that
any credence, are we?

I'll double-check it with Lorna
when she gets in,

but I can't see
there's anything in it.

I think they're just trying
to avoid damage to brand Bishop.

And also, ma'am,
we've got two independent witnesses

that place him in London either side
of the time of his wife's murder.

Yeah, but there's an ANPR camera

that puts him at Gatwick,
heading south.

We had a traffic unit
make the same run

and they made it
by the skin of their teeth -

and that was using blues and twos.
He didn't have that advantage.

The camera never lies, Roy.
It could be false plates.

Villains, maybe. Career crims.

One half of Brighton's
golden couple? Please.

Well, they could've switched it
on the hard shoulder

just after they were clocked
by the cameras, couldn't they?

You're not seriously suggesting you
don't think that Bishop did this?

Not for a second.

All I know is that whatever pieces
we've got,

we've gotta make them fit,

otherwise it's not gonna
stand up in court.

Oi, there! It's an MG.

And it's the right colour, look. Go.
All right, babe, slow down.

I'm gonna miss the lights, aren't I?

All right, well, not too far up
his arse - you're gonna spook him.

Oh, so that's where he lives, then.

Don't look, just drive past
and pull in round the corner.

What the...?

Oi! Oi!

What you doing? Open the door!

Oi, this is my bloody car,
you little bastard.

Open the door!

Here, take this.

Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine.

Roy. Our car thief is Sonny Kirke,

AKA Skunk. Prolific offender.

High-end and collectible motors
stolen to order.

According to CSI,
there's no question

the vehicle was sabotaged.

Was set to blow whenever
an electrical connection

was made to the ignition.

The wiring
of the central door locking system

was also tampered with.
So specialist knowledge, then.

Absolutely.

CSI's opinion - whoever did this
intended to kill the driver.

No doubt.

Look, I'm sorry that it's me
that has to ask you this,

but is there anybody from your
personal life, an ex maybe...

Erm... Well, there was a guy
who was weird for a while

after we broke up, but that
was years ago. I can't imagine...

You can never tell what people
are capable of.

Erm, is there... is there any news
on that poor boy?

He's in the burns unit.
Could go either way.

This isn't how I live, Roy.
This isn't... my world.

Crazy people and car bombs
or whatever it was...

I know.

Listen, I've asked for
extra uniform patrols here

and at the mortuary.
OK.

I'll come round tonight,
if that's all right? Yeah.

We'll find them. OK?
Yeah.

You really shouldn't be here,
Mr Bishop.

I just came back to get
a fresh change of clothes.

And a watch.
I'll need to go through these.

"An evil creature."

That's what you called him.
Is that what you think?

Well, he's certainly
a deeply disturbed individual.

Yeah.

Perhaps.

What if it was someone
with a genuine grievance?

Nothing justifies the murder
of another human being, Mr Bishop.

I've been reading about you.

If you had the person who killed
your wife in front of you,

wouldn't you want to kill them?

Well, I don't know that she IS dead.

But if she were, and I had
the person responsible at my mercy,

I would like to think I'd have
the strength to do the right thing.

Right by law or right by nature?
Right by justice.

If someone had hurt me in that way,
I wouldn't think twice.

I doubt Bobbie Vernon would be
very happy with that answer.

Who cares what he wants?

Your lawyer, Mr Bishop...

..Ms Vernon.

Sorry. I thought you meant Bobby
Farnon, Head of Public Relations.

Sorry, it's been
a difficult few days.

Course.

Now, I really am going to have
to ask you to leave, Mr Bishop.

Yeah.

Hey, Lorna.
Hey.

Could you look up, er,
a criminal record for me?

Kit Desmond Bishop, 07.09.1978.
Sure.

I was so sorry to hear about Julia.

Yeah.

One minute she's falling in love

and moving to Australia
to get married... and now...

What about her family,
have they been notified?

There was only Julia.
Late and only child.

What about her fiance?

All she'd say is he was married
but he wouldn't be soon,

and that he was very well off.

Right, here's your man, Bishop.

1993 - Brighton Juvenile court.

Two years in a young offenders'
for sexual assault

on a 15-year-old girl.

1999 - 18 months' probation
for GBH on a woman.

And it's a regular entry, is it?
There's no anomaly of any kind?

He's denying any previous.

The only time records
as old as these get amended

is if there's new evidence,
a conviction being quashed

or a mistake that needs rectifying.

Er, there's an electronic footprint
left anytime they're changed.

Actually... there's one here.

That's strange. It's Julia's code.

You think Julia Abbott gave Bishop
a bogus criminal history?

What if, instead of adding it,
she just reinstated it?

Go on.
Boyfriend's married, right? Loaded.

What if her mystery man is Bishop?

Say he got close to Julia, right,
he buttered her up,

promised her the earth
to get rid of his criminal past.

So, why does she alter it
on her last day at work?

Then why put it back?

I don't know, maybe she...
sussed his true nature,

and was gonna call it off.
They argue...

..she tells him what she's done.

He kills her for it,
dumps her body in the sea.

Have you got a minute?

I've put together Bishop's movements

the night Sophie Carrington
was murdered. Something's off.

Half-seven - mobile phone plotting
has him leaving his hotel

and heading east.

He's caught on CCTV at
Little East Street at five to eight.

Er, that's a completely
different direction

from the one he'd have to take
to get to Sophie Carrington's.

Here's the kicker.

He's sighted again at 8:07
in front of the Arches.

Mobile masts indicate Bishop
remained static

for the next 45 minutes
and headed back to his hotel.

Staff at Arrows, a seafront bar,

confirmed he was there -
8:10 to 8:50.

Then how was he outside
Sophie Carrington's at eight?

I mean, the distance is too great
to cover, even by taxi.

Which means either Bishop
didn't kill Sophie Carrington

or he had an accomplice.

Or...

I mean, a man can't be in two places
at the same time, can he?

What do we know about his family?

'I was an only child.
Adopted.'

You know, I found out
after my mother died.

I was going through her papers
and found my adoption papers.

One small thing, Mr Bishop.

Do you know Julia Abbott?

No. Never heard of her.
Why? Who is she?

If you really don't know her,
Mr Bishop, it doesn't matter.

She won't mean anything to you.

Did you ever make any attempt
to find your birth parents?

Katya looked into it, I think.

She got hold of
my original birth certificate.

But it's not a rock I ever wanted
to look under. Can we see it?

It's at the house.

It's in a safe that's hidden
in the walk-in wardrobe.

Birth Certificate.
Desmond William Matthews.

September 7th 1978. 3:47am.

That's it, then, isn't it?
That's what?

3:47am. In England and Wales,
the time of birth is only put down

for multiple births.

That's Kit Bishop's adoption notice,
presumably.

It's an adoption notice,
but not for him.

Frederick Roger Matthews.

Looks like Katya Bishop
got somewhere with her digging.

Derek and Joan Talbot. Here, look,
there's a Dorking address.

Presumably that's Frederick's
adoptive parents.

Kit Bishop has a twin brother.

Freddie was premature.
Emergency caesarean.

His lungs were under developed,
so he always had a weak chest.

And very bad asthma.

Do you know anything
about his twin brother?

Only his name. Desmond.

He died.
Sorry...

..are you sure
Freddie's brother died?

Well, that's what we were told
by Social Services.

I can't see why they would say
he had if he hadn't.

Where can we find Freddie,
Mrs Talbot?

It's rather important
that we speak with him.

You can't, I'm afraid.
Why not?

He went to a party...
Millennium eve.

Forgot to take his inhaler with him.

He had a particularly bad attack
of asthma.

His heart gave out.

Poor love.

He never really lived
much of a life.

Excuse me for a minute.

Branson. Yeah.
Yeah, go ahead, Nick.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Biscuit?

Thank you.

Aha. OK.

Yeah, thanks, all right, no problem.
I'll tell him.

Bye-bye.

So why would Social Services say
that Frederick's brother had died?

It happens sometimes.

Presumably because they didn't want
the Talbots to know

that the boy they adopted
had a surviving twin.

Desmond William Matthews.
Who grew up to be Kit Bishop.

Bad luck.
It was a nice try, but listen...

So, did somebody go to the trouble
of having plastic surgery

to make themselves look like Bishop?
Somebody with an axe to grind maybe?

No. Word just in - lab results
on DNA found at both crime scenes.

They're a 100% match for Kit Bishop.

Vosper wants us to charge him.

The case against Bishop
is watertight.

Whatever Julia Abbott
changed online,

there's one thing nobody could
alter - that's Bishop's DNA results.

Yeah. Glenn's gonna bring him in.
I've gotta see a man about a car.

You're not sticking around?
No-one likes a sore loser, Roy.

I just think it'd be best
for DS Branson

to get back on the horse, ma'am.
OK.

Well, how's he settling back in?
Yeah, he's, er... he's-he's fine.

Ma'am.

So how was it you and Skunk
went for that particular MG?

We were just driving around
and we saw it.

He'd been told to get an MG.

So we followed the guy
until he parked up.

And then we went past him
and round the corner.

And then Skunk went back and...

You followed it until
the guy parked up? What guy?

It was parked outside
where it happened, wasn't it?

No.

We was driving around
looking for it.

And then it just pulled out
of this alleyway.

What alleyway, Bethany?

Bella. Have we got anything on file
for a lock-up

down an alley
near Waldegrave Villas?

In connection with what?
I don't know yet,

but there may be a link
to the sabotage of Cleo Morey's car.

'Hang on.'

I don't know about a lock-up, but
we've got a flag on an NH Jecks.

Jecks?

What's the flag?
'Wait a minute.'

Erm...

A tattoo parlour, maybe?

How's that? We got a couple
of hundred hits on the ink

used on Sophie Carrington's tatt.

A batch was delivered
to 11A Waldegrave Villas.

Well, it-it doesn't look much
like a tattoo parlour to me.

'Well, that's what I've got.'

NH Jecks, 11A, Waldegrave Villas.

Can you organise a search warrant?

And start a dig
into Jecks' background.

I think there's a connection with
Roberta Vernon's freaks' roll-call.

Will do.

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

Come on, come on.

Roy? Cleo, put on the safety chain
and don't open the door

until I'm with you.
Sure. What-what's going on?

'I'm on my way.
I'll tell you when I'm there.'

That's very good advice.

Cleo!

Cleo.

Cleo!
Roy, he's here! He's in the house!

Requesting urgent assistance.

In pursuit of suspect
on Ramwell Road.

He's heading for the station.

You called me an evil creature.

We assumed twins, not triplets.

Katya Bishop assumed
the same as we did.

If she'd turned the page
in the registry,

she'd have seen the entry
for the third brother.

Jecks.

He worked in the software department
at South Laines Assurance Company.

He left three days after Bishop
took out life insurance on his wife.

And Bishop's criminal record?

Both offences were recorded
by Julia Abbott at Jecks' request.

He was posing as Bishop
while involved with her.

Why did he hate Bishop so much?
Jealousy, I suppose.

Three babies were born -

one died, one was saved
and one was damned.

Freddie went to the Talbots.
He died of an asthma attack aged 21.

Kit went to the Bishops, he led
a life of wealth and privilege.

'And Norman Henry Jecks ended up
with an adoptive father

'who should never have been within
a million miles of any child.'

It was you... at the house.

Not Bishop.

"He," you said,
when I mentioned Bobbie Vernon.

"He" not "she".

Well, at least now, even you'll
be able to tell us apart.

The joke is, that's how it started -
someone mistook me for him in a bar.

You hadn't heard of him?
No.

Only for some reason,
I found myself saying, "Yeah."

I was Bishop.

For the rest of the night,
I never put my hand in my pocket.

So you had no idea
you had a brother?

None.

I thought I was Arthur Jecks'
only natural son.

"Natural."

Oh, I had a younger sister.

Least that's what they called her.

She was my little light
in the darkness.

I thought, "At least if he's doing
it to me, he's not doing it to her."

It wasn't till later on I realised
that he did it to all the other boys

and girls that came through
the house - his foster children.

Now, he really was an evil creature,

so you'll see why
I might take exception

to being compared
to someone like that.

I always knew something was missing,
some...

..piece of me, but...

it wasn't until someone
took me for Bishop

that I started looking into it
and I realised I'd been adopted.

So you contacted him?

Tried to.

No, I wrote him a letter
to his company.

I just got a curt letter back
from his legal department,

warning me they'd take action if
I ever tried to contact him again.

Legal action.
His own flesh and blood.

I didn't want anything from him.

Yeah. Not that he couldn't spare it.

Is that why you did it?

Well, I thought, if he won't share
what he has with me,

I'll share what I have with him.

The pain.

The fear.

But it was Katya you killed.
His wife.

And Sophie Carrington.
They'd never done you any harm.

You don't get it, do you?

If you want to hurt someone,
you don't kill them.

You kill the thing they love.

My father taught me that.

'Jecks is no more my brother
than you are.'

Family's not just DNA. Is it?

Well, hopefully, he'll be going
to a place where no-one

will ever see him again.
I'll see him.

Every day.
I will wake up, look in the mirror,

and see the man
who killed the woman I loved.

And the worst of it is
that she died thinking it was me.

That's the last thing she saw.

My face.

But not your eyes.

I've seen Jecks' face, Mr Bishop,
I've seen it close up.

The fury.

I doubt that you've ever looked
at anyone like that,

certainly not your wife.

She wouldn't have recognised
that face as yours.

Some small part of her,
even at the end...

..she would've known
that that wasn't you.

OK. I'm gonna head off.

How's Cleo?

As well as can be expected,
in the circumstances.

She's, er... she's nice.

Yeah, I think so.

Oh, come on, Roy.
You don't give much away, do you?

Well, you know what?
I think it's good.

And for what it's worth...
so does Ari.

You told Ari? Only that
you'd gone for a drink, sure.

Look, you know we both loved Sandy,
right?

But we love you, too.

It's OK to move on.

Look, you are doing nothing
against Sandy's memory.

I'll see you tomorrow.

'It's just until
I get my place straight.'

Yeah, I know, I know.

Well, I'll have the spare room
and you can have mine.

Don't think that was the plan,
was it?

There was a plan?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

OK.

Whatever you say.