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[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

[LAUGHTER]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS AND LAUGHTER]

YOUNG MAN: So embarrassing.
"Cowie's a cock."

[METAL CLATTERS]

Damn.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Oliver.

I was, um... I was just waiting
for you to finish.

Yeah, I'm going home.

Thing is, um, James just called me.

He's livid, obviously.

Tried to make out you'd put me up to it.

Well, it's his own fault.

Didn't need to go this far.

Well, he's on his way back
from Brussels, anyway.

Oh, good. Tomorrow'll be fun.

Oliver, about what happened...

Don't worry about it, Saskia.

- I'm staying at Petal's tonight.
- Okay.

Mum's at yoga, said it was fine.

Have you eaten?

[SIREN WAILS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Right. I'm off.

Have you finished, Flo?

Uh, yeah. No.

Just taking a break.

Bye, Dad.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- You should be studying.
- Why?

I don't care if I get
into school in Japan, anyway.

Yeah, but if you do well at ISC,
we've got, like,

some bargaining power
for you staying with us

My dad's already said no to that.

I'm just like a wheelie case.

Wherever his next job is.

I hate him, Petal.

Hey.

We just got to get
through this next year.

Then you can come back.

We'll get a flat together.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

Hey.

What you up to?

[CELLPHONE CHIMES]

_

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

- Synced and corrected by synk -
- www.addic7ed.com -

[WOMAN SOBBING]

OPERATOR: Stay where you.
I'll get someone right to you.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

ASTRID: Ahoy there. Anyone in?

Oh.

I told you I'd come and pick them up.

I had a breakfast meeting nearby.

Just as well.

You're not getting your hands
on this little beauty.

Why don't you just, uh,
set up a forwarding address?

I did. For important things.

Um, can I get you something, or...

No.

Um...

[SIGHS]

What is it you're doing here, Max?

Sorry, I thought you were there
when you asked me to move out.

You're living like a student,
camped out on this dinghy.

Even the pot plant I gave you died.

It just needs a water.

Why don't you just
find a proper address,

make a home for yourself, Max?

Right, well, thanks for dropping by.

You'll be wanting to get to
your breakfast date, I imagine.

And next time, call first.

You know I-I might be with someone or...

If you're going to be like that...

Forget it.

[SIGHS]

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

D.I. Arnold.

Mm-hmm. Address?

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

- Thank you.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Oliver Cowie.

Head of humanities at the
International School of Chelsea.

His wife, Lyn, called it in
about an hour ago.

She found him when
she got up this morning.

She didn't hear a thing.

There's no sign of a break-in yet.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

ASHLEY: [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

ASHLEY: We just need a picture.
We've got those.

Anything you can tell us, Ashley?

Probable cause of death...
Massive head injury

following blunt trauma
from multiple blows to the head.

Weapon?

PRIYA: Take your pick.

Yeah, except it wasn't any of them.

Whatever caused these wounds

would probably have a square edge

and be heavily bloodstained.

And unlikely to be hung back
on the wall afterwards.

Mm.

From temperature and rigor mortis,

I'd estimate time of death

somewhere between 9:00
p.m. and midnight.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

I... I got home about 11:00.

Flo was staying with a friend.

Oliver was in his study.

I didn't want to disturb him.

I knew he was up to his eyes,
so I just...

I went to bed.

[SOBBING]

Was he already dead?

We can't say for sure yet.

But we need to know if there
was anything unusual.

[SOBBING]

Everything, I mean.

There was just so much
to do before the move

Tokyo.

As soon as the school year was over.

Visas, packing, rentals.

MAX: There was no sign
of forced entry, Mrs. Cowie.

It looks like your husband
let his attacker in.

Is there anyone you can think
of who may have had

an argument with him or held a grudge?

Oliver didn't make enemies.

I'm going to need the clothes.

[SOBBING]

I work here. I'm their cleaner.

- They'll be expecting me!
- No, no, no.

You can't come in.
There's a crime scene.

Okay. You can't come in.

Sorry, boss. She says she's the cleaner.

You need to stay behind
the cordon, madam.

This is a crime scene.

[GASPS]

[SOBS] Carmel!

Lyn!

Let's get you back in the house.

Sweet Jesus.

Let's go back inside.

All right, come with me.

- What happened?
- I'll explain.

- I'll explain it to you.
- You need to tell me.

First instincts?

An angry attack, personal.

Spouse seems the most likely
place to start.

Well, she seems shattered enough.

- But she would be, wouldn't she?
- I'd say so.

JESS: Morning, boss.

I've got a neighbor across the road

said he saw a push-bike
leaning on the wall here

last night around 9:00.

It wasn't chained up, and he
thought it might get stolen.

What kind of bike? Any details?

Just a bicycle.
No basket or defining color.

Flo? I'm Detective Shamsie.

- What's going on?
- Can you come with me, please?

Miss Fry cleans alternate
days, 9:00 till 4:00.

Depending on requirements.

She was off yesterday.

You've worked for the Cowies
for four years, Miss Fry?

Since they moved back from Canberra.

Have you noticed anything
unusual recently?

They're a wonderful family.

Devoted to each other.

I was gonna miss them terribly.

Mrs. Cowie mentioned the move.

Pretty stressful for any family.

I mean, Flo didn't want to go
to Japan, obviously,

being the age she is.

Lyn and Oliver had their hands
full in that respect.

What do you mean?

Oh, you know, just playing up
at school and whatnot.

Bless her.

I mean, now what's she gonna do?

Um, "alternate days."

So that's, what, three days a week?

More if they need.

I cook as well when they're busy.

And I used to sit for Flo
when she was younger.

I suppose Mr. Cowie didn't
like you in his office.

Only, the mantel's a little dusty.

It's all this shifting things
around, preparing for the move.

So, you'd notice if anything
were missing?

A trophy.

Cowie coached the debating team
at his old school in Australia.

The cleaner said it was there
the day before yesterday.

Of all the weapons in the room,
why'd the killer choose that?

I doubt they "chose" anything.

Just went for what was nearest.

So, what... Impulse, red mist, rage,

or fear?

There's something not right about Lyn.

She's out late, goes to bed

without even checking in on her husband,

and doesn't notice, or care,
that he hasn't come to bed.

Or hopes he won't.

Either way, I agree,
it doesn't look good.

Well, let's get everything we can

from their situation before last night.

Well, according to the cleaner,
they were the perfect couple.

Huh! There's no such thing.

Would you say I live like a student?

Pardon?

Something Astrid said.

Harsh.

Actually, I think she was
trying to be kind.

Which makes it even worse.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[BELL RINGS]

Impressive building, innit?

PRIYA: Mm.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Thank you.

- Hello.
- I'm D.I. Arnold.

This is D.S. Shamsie.

We have an appointment
with Mr. James Green.

If you'd like to follow me, please.

I'm only just back from
a conference in Brussels,

so I can't tell you first-hand
about his movements yesterday,

But, um, he left the building at, um...

... 18:38.

He had a lot to clear
before end of term.

He was leaving, you see.

Mm. Japan.

Yes, yes.

Gosh, it's appalling.

He was very... Very well liked

with, um, staff and...

And the student body.

And, um, a very, you
know, popular teacher.

And head of department, I mean.

Would you say you were friends?

We... Well, we weren't bosom buddies.

We had our differences.

But, goodness, I hired him, didn't I?

We'll need to see Mr. Cowie's office

and access any online facility
he had here at the school.

Obviously discretion is paramount

while we conduct our investigation

I'll do my best
to keep a lid on it, Detective,

but his daughter, Flo, is a pupil here.

So are all her friends.

If you follow me down
the staff corridor.

Is it true? About Oliver?

The security guard's saying...

I'll pop into the staff room
shortly, Miss Turner.

[DOOR UNLOCKING, KEYS JINGLING]

Can you think of any pupils,
past or present,

who may have held a grudge?

Or their parents even?

I mean, this is

the International School
of Chelsea, Detective.

I mean, it's competitive, yes,
and obviously some pupils

fail their baccalaureate, but really...

- What about a staff member?
- Oh, that's absurd.

We're just going through
all possibilities, Mr. Green.

[KEYS JINGLE]

Thank you.

I still can't quite believe it.

His poor family

We'll send a team
to collect his belongings.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

And we'll need to liaise
with your pastoral care.

Nice view.

Oh!

That's new.

Bloody estate kids.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Oh, yeah, that is impressive.

"Deadwood Price"?

Is that the graffiti
artist or a musician?

Or an anagram.

"Drop dead, Cowie."

Huh.

Same glasses as the victim.

- He's chicken?
- It's a boy chicken, mate.

A cock.

[BOTH LAUGH]

PRIYA: We checked the security cameras.

The artist painted over
the CCTV camera around 6:00,

after the security guard locked up.

Message is on the money, anyway.

It's a bit of a giveaway
pointing out your animosity

so publicly when you're
about to commit murder.

Maybe they thought the anagram
was foolproof.

Teenagers, right?

Who says it's a teenager?

You know, a piece like this
takes skill and planning.

They've left us a signature anyway.

I've seen that around.

Anything further on that bike
that the neighbor saw?

Nothing.

Got confirmation
on Florence Cowie's alibi...

Petal Fisk, school friend.

Dad works nights as a staff nurse,

so Florence often stays over.

The families are friends.

Turns out a couple of our lot

called 'round to the Cowies' place

only two nights ago about a domestic.

So much for the perfect couple.

It was a stupid row.

PRIYA: But there was
angry shouting, wasn't there?

And something smashed?

Did your husband ever hit you, Lyn?

What? No!

Look, I lost my temper.

That's all.

Okay.

What did you lose your temper about?

I thought he was having an affair.

And I flipped because
it's been a nightmare

having to pack up and move
yet again.

London was supposed to be
the last time.

He promised.

Finally found something that I loved.

And he was offered some...

But he isn't.

Wasn't.

But what made you think he was
in the first place?

I saw a text appear on his screen

from a female colleague,

thanking him for being
"so great last night."

[LAUGHS]

Can you believe the cliché?

And there had been this staff night out,

so my imagination went nuts.

But Oliver explained he'd only
driven her home

'cause she was drunk.

He was kind like that.

Genuinely.

- And you believed him?
- Yes.

I even remembered him mentioning
it once I'd calmed down.

I was upset. I'd just handed in
my notice at the yoga studio.

Do you know this female colleague?

I've never actually met her,
but her name's Saskia.

Saskia Turner.

[BELL RINGING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

- I bet you loved school.
- I did, actually.

I was one of those bloody estate kids.

I bet you were head girl.

You weren't one of those
estate kids, Max Arnold.

I was Chelsea Grammar boy.

Not that the grammar part
did me much good.

Couldn't even spell.

Must've been tough,
being dyslexic in the '80s.

Mm. It was.

Academically.

How you see yourself,
how others see you,

has a knock-on effect.

It was all very character-building.

And look at you now.

I was head girl.

Where were you last night, Saskia?

At home, marking books.

Ask any teacher. It's relentless.

Can anyone back that up?

Uh, my flatmate stays with
her boyfriend during the week.

But, I mean, I... I didn't kill Oliver,

if that's what you're saying.

I really liked him.

What were you sorry about, then?

PRIYA: Yesterday evening,

a few hours before he was murdered,

you sent a text...
"Sorry about everything."

He deleted it before replying.

What I meant was,

I'm sorry if I caused him any trouble.

Okay.

And what kind of trouble
would that have been?

With the school.

With the position I put him in.

Um, over an issue.

A-A work thing.

So why do you think Oliver Cowie
deleted your apology?

Don't know.

What about the staff party, Saskia?

I believe he drove you home, right?

The apology, was it something

that Oliver didn't
want his wife to know?

I got drunk. I made a fool of myself.

I tried to kiss him.
I know I shouldn't have.

And obviously he stopped me.

Said it was inappropriate, and it was.

I can't believe I did that to
Oliver after everything he's...

He was backing me in a formal complaint

about James Green.

Sexual harassment.

Unwanted touching.

Always getting way too close, you know?

Little massages.

Stuff.

And he wouldn't take the hint,

and you can't argue
'cause he's the boss, right?

So Oliver's...

was the more senior.

So he said he'd have a word,
spare James his blushes.

But James denied it.

So I made it official.

Okay.

When was this?

Yesterday morning, while
James was still in Brussels.

Would James have been informed?

It's part of the process.

How did he take it?

Max.

What are you doing in here?

I could ask you the same thing.

It's a faculty matter.
Nothing to do with the police.

This office has been quarantined.

Maybe so, but it's
still school property,

and as such, I'm in charge.

This is a murder case, Mr. Green,

and as such, we the
police are in charge.

In fact, we have a few things to ask you

about the night of the murder,

if you wouldn't mind
stopping by the station.

Yeah. Once I've contacted my solicitor.

Much appreciated.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LINE RINGS]

MAX: James Green's solicitor called.

They'll be at the station late morning.

Oh, great.

That'll give us a chance
to speak to Ashley first.

Can you hold on, Max? Thanks.

You go see Daddy.

Mm.

Hey.

Don't forget, I'm out tonight.

Hey.

Okay, I'll see you at the mortuary.

Mortuary?

[DOOR OPENS]

It's where you get to sleep forever.

Contents of his stomach
suggest time of death

was the earlier side of my window,

say 9:00 or 10:00 p.m.

Seven or eight blows altogether,

from the separate bruises
and tears on the scalp.

I'd say four were direct
and the rest tangential.

He probably lost consciousness quickly,

hence no defense wounds,

and the intracranial bleeding
finished him off.

And the weapon?

The trophy would fit.

This is the same make.

Even as a layman, you can see
how the edges would work,

and the side here for maximum damage.

Now we just have to find it.

Green's in with his solicitor now.

Okay.

Well, we know there was
bad blood between him and Cowie.

We know he's arrogant enough
to muck the police about.

Just because he was in
Brussels doesn't mean

he couldn't get someone
to do his dirty work.

Except he wasn't.

James Green was booked
on the 8:00 Eurostar,

but he boarded an earlier train.

This one got him
into St. Pancras at 8:25.

That gives him plenty of leeway
to get to Chelsea

within Ashley's kill time.

Yeah.

If you know about the accusations,

then you'll understand
why I wanted to return

to London as soon as possible,

clear my name.

And how did you go about that?

Where were you between 8:30 and 10:00

on Tuesday night, Mr. Green?

I went to the school, if you must know.

Straight from the station.

And your fob will show a record
of your comings and goings?

[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY]

It'll also show that I went
into Oliver's office.

Another faculty matter?

I wanted to check his computer,
see what he'd said to the board.

But his laptop wasn't there.

It occurred to me that
he might have kept

some sort of written record.

No.

You thought, with Oliver out the way,

all you'd have to do is pressure Saskia

into withdrawing her complaint.

I wouldn't want the man dead,
for God's sake!

I just wanted to protect
my thus far unblemished record

from a personal vendetta.

I mean, my God. All
because I'm friendly?

Well, let's go back to that night.

What did you do after
you left Cowie's office?

Go home?

I went for a walk.

I bought a pint at, um,

that pub on Shawhill Street, The Cinder.

I sat outside for a while.

I wanted to think.

And I didn't want my wife to know

that I'd taken an earlier train.

She was, until now, unaware
of these false allegations,

which clearly she is very upset by.

Mrs. Green has our heartfelt sympathy.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay, thanks.

The pub have Green
buying the pint at 9:25,

but there's no CCTV coverage outside.

We don't know when he left.

He could have knocked back his drink,

then gone to Fernlea Place
and killed Cowie.

Pretty tight if we have him
back home at 10:30,

which his wife confirms.

He could have done it
between the school and the pub

while he was out "walking."

He'd have needed a drink after that.

He'd be covered in blood, Max.

Okay. Let him go.

But tell him we'll need to
speak to him again.

The school's pastoral care
have been back.

There were only three pupils

that clashed with Cowie
in the last year.

Two have since moved abroad,

but the third hadn't
even been processed.

Eric Heidegger, 18.
Poor academic record.

Casualty of too many schools,
the counselor says.

Dad's an exec for a
German shipping company.

Cowie cut Eric some slack,

but it seems even he ran out of patience

when Eric spray-painted

"Cowie's a cock" in
the junior playground.

Looks like we've found our artist.

Yeah, and listen to this...

Cowie suspended Eric
pending an exclusion hearing

the day of the murder.

Let's get his address.

So I checked in with
Lyn Cowie's yoga studio.

She was on the rota to teach a class,

but turns out someone
stepped in last-minute.

Okay.

You and Connor go and
have a little chat,

with Eric Heidegger,

and we'll see what Lyn Cowie
has to say.

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

RORY: I've got a shift, I'm afraid,

but Lyn's outside
and the girls are upstairs.

I said they can stay
as long as they want.

It's as much for Petal
as it is for them.

She's had a tough time.

She lost her mother a few years ago,

and this has kind of
pushed all her buttons.

I'm sorry. That must have
been really tough.

Yeah.

Well, at least they've got each other.

Anyway I'll, uh, leave you to it.

Yeah.

MAX: You need to start
telling us the truth, Lyn.

I went to meet a friend.

An old uni mate. Darren Floyd.

We just went for a drink
at a bistro on Chelsea Green.

It's not what you think.
He's a family lawyer.

Divorce lawyer.

You were planning to
divorce your husband?

I just wanted to know
what my options are.

Were.

- Because of Saskia Turner?
- No.

I didn't really care about
all that nonsense with Saskia.

It's been a difficult year.

When I thought, for a moment,

that Oliver might be having an affair,

I was jealous, but not of her.

Of him.

That's what I wanted.

I owned my own business once, you know?

I sold up so Oliver could take Canberra.

I lied because I didn't want Flo
knowing I was unhappy!

She's had enough!

Did you know Oliver was
involved in a complaint

about the head teacher?

Everyone's knight in shining armor.

Except mine.

- You can't tell them.
- I promise I won't. I swear.

Wouldn't just be me lying, Petal.

You already said I was with you.

But, Flo, I'm your best friend.

When my mum died,

I thought I'd die too.

Literally. But you won't, Flo.

Your mum died of cancer, Petal.

She wasn't killed.

She didn't get her head smashed in!

- [SOBBING]
- You loved your mum.

You looked after her when she was sick.

And I told my dad I hated him!

[SOBBING]

You can't just fix this by telling me

it'll all get better.

What's going on?

- I want to go home.
- What?

- [SOBBING]
- Oh, sweetheart.

JESS: Mr. Heidegger?
Can we have a word, please?

[SIGHS] [GERMAN ACCENT] Come in.

It's your son we need
to speak to, Mr. Heidegger.

Eric? What for?

There was a very serious
incident two nights ago.

An attack on a teacher from the
International School of Chelsea.

My wife, she texted.

Well, perhaps we can speak to her, then?

I'm sorry, she's in Bern.

- Her mother had a bad fall.
- [DOOR OPENS]

I could have her call you if that helps.

Was Eric at home on Tuesday
evening, Mr. Heidegger?

Yes, of course.

Tuesday, Eric, I said you could order in

because Mum wanted an early night.

Tell them, Eric.

Detective Constable Jess Lombard,

and this is DC Connor Pollock.

ALEX: Eric!

- Eric!
- Stay there!

He's heading towards the estate.

I'm on it!

[TIRES SCREECH]

[UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

[SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

All right, Michelangelo.
You dropped your paints.

See, four grand in March,

and the same in January,
and more the year before.

Payee reference "RAF."

Lyn Cowie claims not to know
anything about it.

Hmm.

Standing order, some form of payment?

CONNOR: I'll put a trace
on the account number.

Max, the on-call brief has arrived.

Oh.

I didn't do anything. I swear.

I was home with my mum.

Yes, we've spoken to her,
and she confirmed that.

She also confirmed that your
father was in his office

at Imperial Wharf
overseeing a late shipment

and that she herself
went to bed at 8:30.

So neither of your parents
saw you after that time.

That's not my fault.

So why did you leg it?

I-I thought I was
getting done for tagging.

I-I was freaking out.

There were rumors
something went down at school.

But you were the one who
spray-painted "Drop dead Cowie"

the day he suspended you.

I just wanted to prove it to him.

If I wanted to say he was a cock,

I'd do it better than what
they pinned on me at school.

Stitched me up, man.

- Who stitched you up, Eric?
- Cowie.

He said someone saw me,
which wasn't true.

Plus, he planted a
can of paint in my bag

which wasn't mine.

Fact. I don't care what you think.

I know what I did and didn't do.

And no way am I putting
my name on this.

Why would Mr. Cowie risk
his professional reputation

to stitch you up, Eric?

Obvious.

To me, anyway.

I got back with his daughter.

Sorry? Got back with?

We went out, for six months
maybe, before he killed it.

Have you got a bicycle, Eric?

So, what do you reckon?

Mum's fast asleep,
Dad's not home till 1:00 a.m.

Eric could have been, done it,
and gone to bed by then.

But?

Well, no, I can't see him
covering his tracks

and keeping his head all this time.

- I heard he's a bag of nerves.
- Yeah.

Well, let's see what we've got anyway.

Thank you.

In the meantime, I've
checked Lyn's story.

Her lawyer mate supports her account

and the bistro where they met.

I've asked for CCTV to confirm.

So Lyn and her daughter
now have solid alibis.

- Mm.
- But Saskia Turner doesn't.

Just cause her boss is sleazy
doesn't mean she liked Cowie.

I don't know.

Her texts are "Thanks for being great,"

"Sorry for being an idiot."

Doesn't scream "stalker."

There's nothing of note on any CCTV

local to the Cowie house
on Fernlea Close.

Multiple prints on the front door,

including the family's

and Carmel the cleaner, obviously,

but nothing else that checks out.

Who else knew Oliver was home alone?

I've found who RAF is.

A is for Alistair, his middle initial.

- Rory Fisk.
- Of course.

Cowie's been giving him money.

10K over the last year.
Regular installments.

Giving? Or paying?

Her bursary ran out the previous year,

and I couldn't afford to keep
her at the school without it.

And Oliver knew how
good Petal's grades were.

Him and I become close friends

after the girls teamed up.

Why not pay the school direct?

Just to save my pride,
so that I could pay the school.

He didn't even tell Lyn about it.

Just told me to pay him back
whenever I could.

Which of course I will.

Somehow.

You were on shift here
the night of the murder?

Yeah.

I mean I did nip out
for a burger during my break.

Do you know a kid called Eric Heidegger?

He's on-off with Flo.

I knew she had some kind of
boyfriend mucking her about.

You know, Petal is such a worrier.

But I have noticed a difference
in Flo's behavior recently.

Like what?

Or just you know,
temperament, mood swings.

It's a teenager's job
description, isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
I'm really fond of Flo.

The Cowies moved back to London
after my wife died,

and Flo was missing
her school in Australia.

Her and Petal just kind
of saved each other, you know?

But recently she's been
getting up to all sorts.

Did you talk to Oliver about it?

Oh, yeah, he knew all about it.

It was him that she was
rebelling against, mostly.

But at least with Petal,
she does her homework.

And I can't exactly ban Flo
from the house, can I,

given Oliver's generosity?

You must have been
a little relieved, then.

- About Japan.
- If I'm honest.

I just can't believe what's happened.

Him and I were really close, you know?

We were good friends.

If you think of anything else,
please do let us know.

Hi, it's me.

Listen, the police have just
called 'round to talk to me.

I know, I know.

I know, but I think it
would be a good idea

if we just kept our distance,

just until things blow over, okay?

Okay.

[SIGHS]

[MID-TEMPO PIANO MUSIC PLAYS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey, do I have time for
a run before you go?

- Not a chance.
- But you're still working.

Because I had to put Poppy down.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Just let me finish this report.
It's nearly done.

- [BABY FUSSES]
- Oh!

See? She won't settle.

It's like she's knows I'm up against it.

I'll go check on her.

Boom.

Lyn and her lawyer pal,
just where they said they were.

- Nice one.
- [CELLPHONE CHIMES]

Oh.

That's my cab. Do you want a lift?

No, thanks. I'm gonna crack on here.

How come the cab?

Helen gets back
from her mate's hen do tonight.

And you've trashed the place?

[GASPS]

I'm picking up some flowers

and a bottle to welcome her home.

Okay.

And I've trashed the place.

Night.

Right.

Looks like we both had a day of it.

At least you had some adult company.

You want to talk about it?

Oh, I just want to go to the pub.

Don't we all.

Priya, these are potential clients.

- And even if they weren't.
- I'm sorry.

- Sorry.
- It's not all about you.

Okay.

No, I'm sorry, I'm...

- I do need...
- I know.

I know. I get it. Go!

Let your hair down.

- And don't slam the...
- No, okay.

Do you think he felt it, Mum?

Do you think it hurt?

I can't stop thinking...

Did he see who did it?

Did he know what was about to happen?

Was he scared?

He didn't know anything.
He couldn't have.

It would have been over
in an instant, I promise you.

[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

Don't you ever stop working?

You'll be glad I didn't
when you check your in-box.

I'm just looking now. It's downloading.

Where did you get this?

It was e-mailed
to Cowie's work account

two weeks ago.

Sender encrypted. By an amateur.

- Got him.
- Good.

We know you sent this photo
to Oliver Cowie

three weeks ago today.

Is it common behavior for teachers

to take secret photos
of the pupils in their care?

Well, obviously not.

It looks a little off. I can see that.

Yes, it does.

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

They were in the art department

while the rest of their year
was in assembly.

And I saw them through
the stairwell door.

I was gonna haul them out.

And then I thought, well,
it would mean exclusion for Flo.

I was going to delete it
as soon as I took it.

But you didn't.

In fact you used this photo
as leverage against her father.

Oliver was threatening my entire career

for little more than hearsay.

I might never work again.

My whole life would be affected.

So I asked him to drop
his vendetta against me

in exchange for turning a blind eye.

And how did that go down?

He declined.

You don't understand.
I tried to reason with him.

He wouldn't listen.

So, in Brussels you found out

the formal complaint
against you had gone ahead,

even though Oliver had
this photo on his laptop.

So you were hoping he couldn't
find out you'd sent it.

But maybe he could.

Didn't take us long. Right?

Right.

So you jumped on
an earlier Eurostar...

Everything else I told you
is true... except...

That's what I was looking
for in his office.

In case he'd kept a hard copy.

Look, it sounds worse than it is

Blackmail, concealing evidence,

taking unlawful images of juveniles.

How much worse does it need to be?

Does this have to go before the board?

[CHUCKLES]

I think the school board is the
least of your problems, mate.

[DOOR BELL RINGS]

- PRIYA: Morning.
- Oh, hello.

Is Mrs. Cowie home?

She went to solicitors.

There's a lot to sort out,
as you can imagine.

Come in. She said she'd hurry.

She didn't want to leave
Flo alone too long.

But Flo insisted on going to school.

I couldn't stop her.

She needs her friends, I suppose.

Would you like a cup of tea?
I just boiled the kettle.

Oh, yeah. Tea would be lovely.

I've been stocking up
the freezer for them, bless.

They're lucky to have you.

- Four years, was it?
- On contract.

Paid sick leave, holidays, the lot.

Ask 'round who else gets that
who ain't working for a firm.

They must really rate you.

Well, trust begets trust, I suppose.

Must have been a bit
of a slap in the face, then.

Uh, the move to Japan, I mean.

- Must have been a blow.
- That's life.

I had something else lined up.

I'd have thought Mrs. Cowie

would need you more than ever now.

Lyn knows I'm here for her.

[DOOR OPENS]

LYN: I got your message about Flo.

She wouldn't be stopped, Lyn.

- Maybe it's best. I don't...
- Lyn. Police are here.

In the kitchen.

Okay.

D.S. Shamsie.

May we speak privately?

[BELL RINGING]

ERIC: Flo!

- Are you following me?
- They've got my phone, Flo.

I'm so sorry.

I don't want to talk to you.

The police have been all over me.

Don't you dare tell anyone about us.

It won't change anything now.

I just want to make this okay.

Then leave me alone, Eric.
I can't stand to look at you!

I knew nothing about this.

It won't be the first time
you've lied to us, Lyn.

Don't you think I would have said

if I knew that vile man
was blackmailing us?!

He could be the one who murdered Oliver!

For God's sake! It was him, right?

We're talking to Mr. Green.

And if there's a link, we'll tell you.

Oliver told me he'd caught
Flo and Eric with some vodka.

That's why he banned
Eric from the house.

Maybe your husband
was trying to protect you.

That explains why he was so...

... rigid.

He wouldn't even consider

letting Flo stay with Petal
for her final year.

And you disagreed?

Flo was kicking off

because we moved her around so much.

But underneath, she just
needed a bit of leeway

to get through the next year
without ruining her future.

Because Oliver's future
always came first.

So, you see, it wasn't just
Saskia we were rowing about.

Oliver thought the move
would solve everything.

I didn't.

Okay.

Everything fits if it weren't
for his alibi at the pub.

Maybe he did just buy a pint and go.

I mean, he's no stranger
to manipulating evidence.

He's not very good at it, though, is he?

And he was bricking it
when we put the pressure on.

I think he would have cracked.

So, what else have we got?

Despite the spider signatures,

I don't believe the
kid that painted that

painted the first one.

So maybe Cowie did set
him up to get rid of him.

Why would he?

To protect his daughter?

He could hardly punish Eric for the coke

since Flo was just as guilty.

He needed something to fit him up with.

It seems pretty juvenile
and unprofessional.

Wasn't there a witness, Eric said?

Yes.

Give the school a call
and check with pastoral care.

Hah! There's a guy in reception.

Says he's a neighbor of the victim,

might have some information.

Ranjit Johal.

He wasn't on the list in the vicinity,

so I don't know if he's just a busybody.

I live half a mile away,

but I recognized him from the paper.

I've seen him when I walk my dog.

So you recognized Mr. Cowie
getting home from work

or through the window?

No, Officer.

I saw him when he answered
the door to a man.

Can you describe the man?

His back was turned, I'm afraid.

But he was tall, a white man.

I could see his neck because
he had very short hair,

and he was wearing running clothes.

It was too dark to tell
the color of the sweatshirt,

but it had a cross on it,

like a first-aid sign,
a plus sign?

Like a paramedic or a doctor?

No, not like that, just a sweatshirt.

And he was annoyed.

Gesturing, you know?

Well, it seemed so, anyway. Sorry.

You're being very helpful, Mr. Johal.

Did you notice a bicycle
leaning against the wall?

Or did you get the impression
the man had cycled there?

I thought he had been jogging.

I didn't see a bicycle.

Do you recall what time this was?

I always walk my dog at the same
time, listening to the radio.

It was just coming up
to my favorite program,

just before 9:00.

So maybe 10 to 9:00?

PRIYA: Rory would certainly
count as a first-aider.

But Rory was on shift at the hospital.

James Green has short hair.

A known blackmailer,
increasingly desperate,

though the timing's impossibly tight.

Mm.

Course, it might have just been
someone collecting for charity.

That time of night? And annoyed?

Either way,

this witness puts Oliver Cowie
still alive at 8:50,

and we know he died in the next hour.

Let's make a list of sportswear
and leisure brands

that use a plus-sign-type
cross as a logo.

Sure.

Just checked with the hospital.

Rory Fisk went to grab
a burger on his dinner break

for two hours and 20 minutes.

Rory and Lyn?

Two bereaved parents find love
after fleecing the deceased.

I mean, who would question it?

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

I'm just off shift.
I was about to go home.

Where were you between 8:30 and 11:50

on the night of the murder?

Because we know you didn't
just nip out for a burger.

I was with a friend.

A girlfriend.

Amy Lightfoot.
She's a nurse practitioner here.

It's early days, but I didn't
want anyone to know,

especially my daughter.

Why on earth didn't you tell us?

Your friend's been murdered.

Because it had nothing
to do with Oliver.

Here Amy's contact details.

Look, Petal's been blindsided
by her mother death,

she's got important exams coming up,

and she's upset that
her best mate is going away.

Now this nightmare?

I really didn't think
it was a good time

to throw another curve ball at her,

and it just wasn't relevant.

You do realize we're gonna
have to check your whereabouts

with Miss Lightfoot?

Yeah, of course, but please,

just don't say anything to Petal.

I don't think she can
take that right now.

What better place to dispose of
bloody clothes than a hospital?

Just put on a fresh pair
of scrubs, and bingo.

Plus he's a cyclist.

And did you notice
he was wearing a track suit?

Max, I have four track suits.

Scroll left for what I've dug up.

Nothing I can find that has
the logo on the back, though.

What about an old design or a club logo?

I'll keep on it.

Amy Lightfoot confirms
Rory Fisk's alibi.

- Any evidence?
- Absolutely.

She even took a selfie
of them at the flat.

Time, date, coordinates, there.

[NOTES PLAYING]

[DISSONANT NOTES PLAY]

Oh, you idiot.

[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

- Max.
- Eric Heidegger's dad.

He's something senior in
a German shipping firm, right?

Go on.

But that doesn't mean
he's German himself.

He said his wife was flying to Bern.

Well, that's in Switzerland.

ALEX: I usually go jogging.

I went to see him that
evening. I admit it.

But I didn't even go inside the house.

I was out for a run.

I had an important shipment
to coordinate that night,

and I wanted to clear my head.

You run around there regularly?

No, but I was upset and worried
about my son being suspended,

so I decided to talk to Cowie
about it as fathers.

To reason with him.

I know where he lives. Eric used
to be friends with his daughter.

Mm.

Until Oliver Cowie found out

Eric introduced her to cocaine

and banned him from the house.

Did you know about that?

Yes, I knew.

I knew that's what Cowie thought.

But it was Flo who bought
the cocaine, not Eric.

You think I wouldn't know?

And then a few days ago,

Cowie accused Eric of obscene
graffiti which he didn't do.

He was going to be excluded
in his final year.

- And you were angry.
- Yes!

I went for a run,
and then I went to see him.

But I didn't kill him. Why would I?

You lost your temper.

Eric's academic career over like that,

and this man wouldn't listen.

To the contrary, he did listen.

He was really very nice about it.

Mr. Cowie said he had reconsidered,

and he would review
his case first thing.

Okay.

So you sorted it out nicely,
off you jogged,

and then when you found out
he'd been killed,

you didn't come forward because...?

I wanted to make things better,
not worse.

My son was already
in trouble with cocaine.

He has one chance to get these exams.

I know I should have told you,

but I didn't want the association.

I have my visa to think of.

You must have known
you were a key witness.

I didn't have anything
useful to tell you.

Mr. Heidegger, you were
seen with the victim

less than an hour
before he was murdered.

We'll decide what's useful.

Why would I kill the man who was
about to clear my son's name?

Well, we only have your word for that.

I told you, I was working that night.

You can check.

My colleagues would have mentioned it

if I came in covered in blood.

So would the schoolkid

who nearly knocked me
over on the corner.

So would the guy at the corner shop

who I bought cigarettes from.

- Check it, please.
- We will.

Believe me.

So, either someone visited
Cowie moments after Alex did...

Unexpected, unplanned,
and wasn't seen...

Or he's lying.

Let's check out the corner shop,
schoolkids out at that time.

And let's follow up
on his comings and goings

at Imperial Wharf.

We've got authority
for a PACE house search.

We don't need it. He's invited us in.

- Confident.
- Or calculated risk.

The more he cooperates,
the less guilty he appears.

He could hardly look more guilty.

It's been washed, but if there's
blood on it, we'll find it.

Well, he may have had several, anyway.

He doesn't. Mum gave it to him.

Your father gave us permission
to search.

I know. I called him.

I wanted to tell him I lied.

I wasn't here that night.

I left after Mum went to bed.

- Can we talk somewhere else?
- Sure.

I thought I was getting
done for tagging.

I didn't say 'cause I thought
you'd do me for vandalism.

Yeah.

It's a shame people keep blinding

those security cameras, else we'd check.

I was with someone who can back me up.

Flo.

She called me, wanted to
come out and help me tag.

So she wasn't at Petal's?

At first.

Then Petal covered for us.

We weren't supposed to see
each other after the coke thing.

So what time did Flo get to you?

Maybe 10:00.

She'd come with me before.

It wasn't the art, really.

She just liked breaking the rules.

What did you do after?

Went back to Petal's. She was asleep.

Her dad was at work.

I left later on, like 3:30,

snuck back in here.

And what did you do in between?

What do you think?

You think my dad did this, right?

There is no way.

He's always talking to me
about honor and trust.

I feel bad even sneaking out.

All I ever do is let him down.

I... I thought maybe if I could
get into art school,

he'd be pleased.

- You're talented.
- Tell that to them.

Doesn't matter how talented.

I've still got to
finish school to get in.

Oh!

Then finish.

Go back. Knuckle down.

Do your best. Make it happen.

[KNOCKS]

Priya.

The corner shop owner says
he gets dozens of joggers,

but he thinks he recognizes
Heidegger's photo,

and he recorded a cash sale

for a packet of cigarettes at 21:15

just like Alex said.

Got it. See you there.

Eric Heidegger's phone records.

On it.

FLO: I told you it was my fault.

If I hadn't lied, if I'd stopped
being so selfish

and just stayed at home...

If you'd stayed at home,
you could have been hurt too.

All you did was go and see Eric.

That's forgivable.

I forgive you. So would Dad.

Would it be all right to have
a few moments alone with Flo?

That's me off home now, Lyn.

Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Flo, we need to know the truth
about what happened that night.

And I think you want to tell someone.

Uh...

I went to Petal's.

And I was already so
angry at Dad anyway.

We know from Eric's phone records

that you called him at 8:45,

but you didn't get to
the bridge until 10:00.

So, what time did you
leave Petal's, Flo?

I can ask her, but I'd
rather you told me.

I left Petal's right
after I called Eric,

and he told me Dad was having
him kicked him out of school.

So I went and scored some coke

from the guy I got it from before.

I just wanted to punish Dad.

I wanted to hurt him.

Okay.

So, who did you get the coke from?

Where did you go?

Please don't make me grass.

We'll be discreet.

We just need to know
what time you were there.

He's in the year above me.

It's just like by word of mouth.

I'm gonna need his
name and number, okay?

Did you take him to your home, Flo?

I don't even know him.

Did you take anyone to your home?

Or send someone to punish your dad?

No. No!

I... I just... I went to meet Eric,

and then we went back to Petal's.

I loved my dad.

Course I did.

I just wanted to get away
from all the aggravation,

all the fighting.

It never used to be like that at home.

Even Carmel had a bust-up
with Dad over something.

It was like a war zone.

All 'cause of Japan.

And I blamed Dad.

I always thought I'd know
if my kid was doing drugs.

Well, we'll check out
the dealer, close him down.

But she seems to be carrying
a lot of guilt.

She wanted to go to Petal's
this afternoon.

I was going to say no,
but maybe she needs her friend.

Carmel cycle to work?

Sometimes. If the weather's okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

Carmel?

I was at home, like I've told you,

watching telly.

What did you watch?

That vet thing with Mr. Charisma.

I tape them.

Isn't there some box that
proves what you've seen?

Your phone would be helpful,
if you wouldn't mind.

And if you could unlock it, please.

What did you and Oliver Cowie row about

a few nights ago, Carmel?

I-I-I don't...

Nothing.

You're here voluntarily,

but we could detain you if need be.

I wanted to go with them to Japan.

Well, they'd want a cleaner
in Tokyo, wouldn't they?

But Oliver said no.

It was too complicated
with visas and whatnot.

And they didn't need as much
now Flo's older, he said.

I lost my temper, briefly.

But he was right, of course.

And he said he'd spread the word

about another client for me, so...

And how did that make you feel?

Honestly? I was hurt.

I've no kids of me own,

and they'd told me time and again

I was part of the family.

I felt used, I suppose.

Abandoned.

Disposable.

Yes, I was very upset.

But I didn't kill Oliver, if
that's what you're getting at.

Might be a lonely cow,
but I'm not a murderer,

thank you very much.

I'll see this is returned to you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Her phone places her at home.

Assuming she was with it.

Hmm.

Right, let's go over what we've got.

We know Heidegger called
on Cowie at 20:50.

Either he went in and killed him,

or he left and someone else, on a bike,

came shortly afterwards.

Carmel rides a bicycle,
she has a grudge,

and she is a key holder.

But she'd have cycled
all the way back to Battersea

covered in blood,

then turned up cool as you like
at the scene the next day.

Would she have a choice?

Heidegger was definitely back

at his Imperial Wharf office,
21:15.

Nothing unusual.

What about the schoolkid
he said he bumped into?

That could be anyone.

Fernlea Close covers
three catchment areas.

But do we need it, Max?

If we can place him in the corner shop,

Alex Heidegger couldn't have done it.

The owner said he wasn't sure.

What about the first graffiti?

Did we get anything back from
the witness who saw Eric do it?

I'll chase it now.

Something's missing.

Shall I tell Heidegger he can go?

Max?

Her alibi.

Oh, my God.

[DOOR OPENS]

This schoolkid you say
you bumped into

after leaving Cowie's place...
Was it a girl or a boy?

A girl. She nearly came off her bicycle.

Let him go.

The pupil, the witness
who grassed up Eric...

I know who she is.

[DOOR OPENS]

I'm working, Flo.

- Can't you take a break?
- No.

You won't pass your exams
if you don't finish your essay.

Exams can wait.

I need you.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

What is it?

You need to let us in, Rory.

FLO: Can't we go out?

Just go somewhere. For a walk?

I need to concentrate.

Petal!

Seriously, get changed.

Where are the girls?

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

I'm the one who needs help.

I'm the one whose having a breakdown.

We need you to stay here.

We're going to go out.

And you're going to get...

I didn't mean it.

It's okay to tell her.

You were off out with Eric,
doing drugs, ruining everything.

MAX: So you were trying
to help your friend.

Was that what it was, Petal?

I thought if her dad understood,

if he knew what I knew,

he'd catch her before she fell too far.

So you didn't go there to hurt him?

I went to warn him,

how messed up Flo was getting.

And maybe...

he'd even let her stay?

But he was angry with me.

For making stuff up about Eric.

But I was only trying
to protect you, Flo.

He said he was disappointed in me,

that I needed to...
To back off, to go home.

Never heard him talk to me like that.

That must have been very painful.

He said she wasn't my responsibility

and that I wasn't...

... that we weren't...

... family.

Like all my caring
was for nothing again.

... and I'm alone.

I'm nothing.

MAX: Abandoned.

Disposable.

He went to reach for his
phone to call my dad.

I just wanted to stop him.

I'll call the duty social worker.

[DOWN-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

How does a kid survive
something like this,

either Petal or Flo?

A good therapist, for starters.

It's a long road to forgiveness,

but we have to hope that's possible.

Uh, I just need to make a call.

[LINE RINGING]

Astrid, it's me.

Look, I'm sorry about the other day.

Can we talk?

Great.

8:00.

And listen, there's a favor
I need to ask you.

[DOOR BELL RINGS]

Mr. Heidegger? I'm Astrid.

Detective Inspector Max Arnold's friend.

D.I. Arnold left a message.

Um, he said you have
connections at the art college

my son wants to go to.

I can certainly offer
your son some advice,

maybe get through the door
for an interview.

It's very kind of you
to spare the time. Please.

I'm off home if that's okay.

Yeah. Sick of the sight of you.

Don't stay too long, okay?

No, I'm gone. As soon as
I've finished my paperwork.

Right.

- Good night, guys.
- JESS: Good night.

[DOOR CLOSES]

She went down fine.

You've got the magic touch.

Oh, please.

But I'm working on it, babe.

I know you do a lot. Too much.

And I'm sorry.

Hey.

It's what I signed up for.

So, what's for dinner, Nigella?

Oh, well, tonight

you have the choice of pasta pesto

or something I like to call pesto pasta.

I'm feeling the pasta pesto.

- [PASTA RATTLING]
- Mmm!

Good choice.

Can you cook it?

[LAUGHS]

- You're early.
- You're late.

I stopped to see
your budding Banksy earlier.

I like him.

Thanks, Asti. I know how busy you are.

Not too busy for the posh dinner
you promised me in return.

Kebabs okay?

Do I have a choice?

Oh, yeah.

Lamb or falafel.

Just so you know, I've signed
a license on the boat.

A year, with an option to renew.

And I've officially changed my address.

You were right. It's time to move on.

So we have something to toast.

I'll be right in.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHUCKLES]

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