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[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

KYNASTON: Present estimate,

she's been dead for between\N36 and 48 hours.

Which means she could\Nhave died at around

the same time\Nas Neville Dupayne.

Cause of death, obvious --\NShe was strangled.

The killer was wearing gloves\Nand was right-handed.

- Could a woman have done it?\N- KYNASTON: Yes.

She's slight.\NHer neck's narrow.

It would have taken strength,

but not remarkable strength\Nor expertise.

Barely more than a child.

[ Theme music plays ]

Why did you attack\NMajor Arkwright, Ryan?

Because he was trying\Nto stop you running?

And why run? Because you killed\NNeville Dupayne.

At the park, you said,\N"She's going to kill me."

Who were you talking about?

TARRANT: The Major said\Nyou seemed frightened.

Is he okay?

Yes. Sore head,\Nbut we think he'll live.

I think we should\Nbring the Major in.

He's not angry with him.

He can talk\Nsome sense into him.

Yeah.

DALGLIESH: She was wearing\Na cream skirt suit.

Around 20 years old,

5'3" with long, fair hair,\Nblue eyes.

I certainly haven't\Nnoticed her.

Nor have I.

Mrs. Godby, you're responsible\Nfor signing people in.

- Do you remember her?\N- MURIEL: No.

And I do\Nnormally remember visitors.

And I saw her face\Nin the trunk.

It's most likely she would\Nhave arrived at some point

on Friday on her own\Nor with one other person.

We did check that everyone\Nhad left, didn't we, Muriel?

Of course. We always do.

Is there somewhere someone\Ncould hide if they chose to?

MARIE: Basement.

There are several tall\Narchive shelves down there.

Unless you check behind\Nevery shelf, ladies.

We don't.

But the girl was found\Nin the trunk exhibit, yes?

Well, that means someone\Nwas reenacting the murder

- of the prostitute.\N- Violette Kaye.

MARCUS: Just like someone\Nwas reenacting the car murder.

It's a crank.\NIt has to be.

Someone obsessed\Nwith the Murder Room.

I swear to God,\Nwe're going to get rid of it

when all this is over.

There's a second door\Nin the mudroom.

It leads to the flat.

But it can't be opened\Nfrom the Museum side.

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My father used it\Nwhen he was alive.

I'm the only one\Nwho uses it now.

It's my refuge\Nfrom the school.

Much needed.

Does anyone else have a key?

Marcus does.

Neville was given one\Noriginally,

but he lost it years ago.

It leads down\Nto the Murder Room.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Dust both sides\Nfor prints, please.

SOCO: Yes, sir.

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Ryan.

Friday night,

after we locked up,\NI hung around.

I wanted to talk to him,

tell him how unfair he's being.

Do you mean\NDr. Neville Dupayne?

Yeah.

I wanted him to get\Nwhat it'd do to Tally

if she had to leave the cottage,

so I hung around\Nthe heath for a bit.

I knew he was coming back\Nfor his car,

so I waited on the drive\Nand I saw him coming.

But then I saw her.

Who, Ryan?

Mrs. Strickland.

She came out of the car park\Nand started talking to him.

So I hid in the trees.

Could you hear\Nwhat they were saying?

RYAN: Not much.\NI heard him say, "Stop lying."

And she was trying\Nto give him something...

A bit of paper,\Nbut he stormed off.

And then she turned round,\Nsudden like, and she saw me.

- So I ran.\N- Why?

Why didn't you talk to her?

Ryan's frightened of\NMrs. Strickland.

She's a bitch.

She's always trying\Nto make me jump.

She's always telling me stories\Nabout murders and stuff.

A couple of weeks ago,

when I was cleaning out\Nthe Murder Room,

she came in\Nand showed me the trunk.

And then she said,\N"Do you wanna open it?"

And I said yeah, 'cause --\N'cause who doesn't?

And then she said,\N"Do you want to get in?"

So I did, just to see.

Then she closed the lid on me.

I thought she was\Ngonna lock me in,

but she just laughed\Nand walked off.

Did she say anything\Nto you today

about you seeing her\Nwith Dr. Dupayne?

She didn't have to.

She gave me this look like

"If you tell, you're dead."

Marie Annette Strickland.\NNo criminal record.

But then we checked\Nthe War Office records.

We just thought she was\Nthe right age to have served.

She's smart.

Something in the way\Nshe talked to me.

She knows her history.\NInterested in the war.

And sure enough.

Her military record.

DALGLIESH: Classified.

So she could have served\Nin intelligence --

code breaking, maybe?\NShe's half-French, sir.

And if she did have\Nmilitary training, well...

Do we bring her in?

DENHOLM:\NShe served in Special Ops,

an exceptionally brave\Nyoung woman.

She was undercover in Paris --\N1940 right to the end.

A leading light --\None might even say legendary.

She was once arrested\Nand questioned by the Gestapo

for 48 hours\Nand walked away free.

They couldn't break her cover.

DALGLIESH: You're sure\Nthey didn't turn her?

DENHOLM: Sure. There's no\Nevidence for that whatsoever.

She saved the lives\Nof dozens of our boys.

She'd have known Felix Dupayne.

Yes. Her boss.

He probably had a hand\Nin training her.

There were rumors\Nabout the two of them.

Unsubstantiated.

Another body in the Museum --

It's unfortunate.

The press will have a field day.

We're trying to\Nkeep it out of the press.

Still. The publicity should\Nensure the Museum survives.

Your man could work\Nfrom anywhere, couldn't he?

He's the asset, not the Museum.

Why should it matter\Nif it closes?

Did I say it would?

Keep me posted.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

I assume Ryan Archer\Nhas been singing?

Isn't that the expression?

MISKIN: Can you confirm that\Nyou spoke to Dr. Neville Dupayne

on Friday evening around 7:15?

Yes, I can confirm that.

Can you tell us\Nwhy you spoke to him?

I had started\Ntrying to give these up.

Turns out I'm too late.

Cancer.

- I'm very sorry.\N- MARIE: It is what it is.

A prosaic death\Nis a sort of privilege.

I wanted Neville\Nto know the truth.

That I am his biological mother.

Felix Dupayne\Nis his real father.

We fell deeply in love\Nduring the war,

and it lasted\Nuntil the day he died.

Conceiving Neville\Nwas a mistake,

but given that Felix's wife,\Nwas au fait with the situation,

he decided that they should\Nadopt Neville

as if from an agency.

His real birth certificate.

I tried to give it to him\Non Friday,

but he wouldn't take it.

So Neville didn't believe\Nhe was a real Dupayne.

Correct.

What do Marcus\Nand Caroline believe?

Same thing.\NThey thought their parents

had simply decided to do\Na good deed and adopted him.

I thought that if Neville\Nknew the truth

that he had Dupayne blood\Nin his veins,

he might change his mind about\Nwanting the Museum closed.

So you waited for him\Nto come along the drive?

Yes.\NDidn't go very well, our chat.

I dare say I handled it badly.

Not very good with feelings.

Neville became angry.

Refused to believe what\NI was saying and walked away.

To his death, as it turned out.

Look, I don't claim to have\Nprofound maternal feelings

towards Neville.

I gave up my right to those.

But I did feel a --

a sort of bond with him.

Sometimes I thought\Nthat he felt it, too.

Occasionally he'd come into the\NMurder Room and watch me work.

I think he --\Nhe found it peaceful.

What happened\Nafter the encounter?

Oh.

I saw Ryan spying,

and then I watched him run away.

And then I returned to my car\Nand drove back home.

Ryan is a stupid boy.

Lazy. Pointless.

I suspect you're too young\Nto have served, Chief Inspector.

A little, yes.

Well, I'm afraid\Nthe cliche is true.

For those of us who did,

it's a source of constant\Nand profound chagrin

that this latest generation

are squandering the future\Nthat we gifted them.

Ryan may well have played a part\Nin Neville's murder,

but I can promise you\Nhe doesn't have the intelligence

or the guts to have acted alone.

If Caroline and Marcus thought

that Neville wasn't\Nreally related to them,

they might have found it easier\Nto kill him.

I had the same thought.

The description of the girl --

Where are we with that?

In the papers first thing\Nin the morning.

Sir, she was so dressed up.

Surely not for a day\Nat the Museum.

Maybe she was meeting Neville.

Or Marcus.

Marcus has keys to the flat,

so he could well have arranged\Nto meet her there.

Then for some reason,\Nshe goes through the door,

down the stairs,\Ninto the Murder Room.

And she looks out the window

and witnesses Neville's murder.

And the killer looks around,\Nsees her, and comes for her.

It makes sense.

We have no proof yet.

For any of it.

[ Mysterious music plays ]

PM findings.

Our victim was in\Nthe early stages of pregnancy.

And someone had placed\Nseveral flowers

inside her bra above her heart.

African violets.

TARRANT:\NBecause of Violette Kaye.

African violets.

I'm not sure\NI know what they look like.

Purple, presumably.

I've seen some recently.

Where? At the Museum?

Yes.

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[ Knock on door ]

MISKIN: Mrs. Clutton,

we have a warrant\Nto search the cottage.

What? Why?

TARRANT: Step aside, please,\NMrs. Clutton.

You two check through there.\NI'll take the bedroom.

We'll be careful.

OFFICER: Dresser in there\Nwe need to go through.

Bag this as well, please.

DALGLIESH: How long have you had\Nthis plant, Mrs. Clutton?

Oh, two, maybe three years.

And to your knowledge,\Nis there another one like it

elsewhere in the Museum?

No, I don't think so.

Who else knows\Nthat you own this plant?

I don't know.

I mean,\Nanyone who's been in here

might have noticed it,\NI suppose.

Ryan? Muriel Godby?

Yes, everyone.\NEveryone who works here

would have been in\Nat one time or another.

What is this about?

Is it because of\Nsomething Ryan said?

What might Ryan have said?

I don't know.\NI don't mean that --

How are your bruises from\Nyour fall on Friday night?

They're getting better.\NThank you.

It's funny that\Nhe hasn't come forward.

Your masked man\Nwho was so keen to help.

We've put out several calls\Nfor witnesses.

That's hardly my fault.

You think I'm lying.

About the car, about --

about being knocked off my bike.

Well, I'm not.\NAnd I resent that.

We're not accusing you of lying.

Oh, be careful.

You really think I could have\Nmurdered Dr. Dupayne?

Set fire to him?\NAnd the poor girl in the Museum.

- You think that I --\N- We're doing our job.

But why in God's name\Nwould I do such a thing?

So the Museum would stay open

and you could stay here\Nin this place

you're so clearly attached to.

Oh, I could have found\Nsomewhere else.

Sorry. Sorry.

Am I under arrest?

No, but you'll have to stay here\Nuntil we say otherwise.

And we need your passport\Nif you have one.

I don't.

You never had one for\Nvisiting your son in Australia?

No.

He's never asked me.

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I must ask that you don't\Nmention our interest

in the African violets\Nto anyone.

Violet.

If you've done nothing wrong,\Nyou have nothing to fear.

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The handbag looks brand new,

not the kind of thing\Nwe normally get.

Then I realized\Nshe matches the description

of the girl in the paper.

It's definitely her, sir.

And there's a younger girl\Nwith her in the photo.

She's in school uniform.

It's Swathling's Academy.

CAROLINE: Yes, the one in\Nuniform is Victoria Mellock.

She's a pupil here.\NA boarder.

The other one is her sister,\NCelia Mellock.

She was here briefly\Na few years ago.

Celia Mellock.\NYou're certain?

CAROLINE: Oh, God.

Is this the girl you described?

She's dead?

We need to speak to Victoria,

and we need a telephone number\Nand address for her parents.

They're in America.

Mr. Mellock works there.

I'm very sorry to be\Nthe one to say...

unfortunately, your sister\Nhas been found dead.

[ Somber music plays ]

Okay, Dad. See you then.

Bye.

[ Crying ]

Victoria, do you feel able\Nto tell us

a little bit about Celia?

Anything you say\Nmight be very helpful.

Do you remember when\Nthis photograph was taken?

My bi--

My birthday.

She came here\Nand said she was springing me.

She called this place Alcatraz.

She was a pupil here\Nfor a while. Is that right?

Not for long. She hated it.

Thought it was a waste of time.

So she just messed about

until Miss Dupayne and my dad\Nthought she should leave.

Does she have a boyfriend?

No.

I mean, she's got\Nloads of friends,

and they go out all the time.

DALGLIESH: I think I know\Nthe answer to this,

but did she ever go to museums?

Museums? No. No way.

Your sister was found\Nin the Dupayne Museum

on the edge of Hampstead Heath.

Do you have any idea\Nwhy she might have gone there?

What is it, Victoria?

She said she knew a secret\Nabout the Dupayne Museum.

A secret about Miss Dupayne.

- What sort of secret?\N- She was drunk.

I didn't know\Nif she was serious.

She said I was too young\Nto hear it.

CAROLINE: I have no idea\Nwhat she could have meant.

Unless --

Celia and another girl\Nonce walked in here

when I happened to be\Nkissing a man.

One of the school governors.

Celia was clearly thrilled\Nby the whole thing.

I knew she'd gossip about it.

The girls are at an age\Nwhere sex is

a huge, exciting revelation.

And I'm not married,\Nand I'm their authority figure.

I'm sure your sex life\Nis a subject

of a great deal of curiosity\Namongst your junior colleagues.

Does he or doesn't he?

What could she have meant\Nabout the Museum?

I don't know.\NI can only think she'd heard

about the Murder Room.

General titillation.

Did you ever introduce Celia\Nto one of your brothers?

No, I did not.

Celia Mellock was 17\Nwhen she was here,

and I do not introduce\Nunderage girls to grown men.

This is a professional school\Nwith an outstanding reputation.

If you're thinking of continuing\Nthis line of questioning,

you can do so\Nwith my lawyer present.

I think you need to\Nrein in your imagination.

[ School bell rings ]

You don't think it could\Nbe Caroline, do you?

Who Celia was meeting?

It's possible.

Thanks.\NThat was the Yard, sir.

The flowers\Nfor Mrs. Clutton's plant --

They're a match with the flowers\Non the body.

And they got a partial set\Nof prints off the small door --

high up --\Nalso a match with our dead girl.

- MISKIN: Which side of the door?\N- The stairwell side.

So she probably knew\Nabout the flat.

Anything from the flat itself?

Nothing. The only prints\Nwere Caroline Dupayne's.

But they said the place seemed\Nlike it had been scrubbed clean.

We need to make Victoria safe\Nuntil her parents get home.

I don't want Caroline\Nhaving access to her.

NEWSREADER: The idea was\Nlaunched earlier today

by the crossbench peer,\NLord Martlesham,

who described it\Nas both workable and urgent.

LORD MARTLESHAM:\NWhat we need to acknowledge

is that for many of the poorest\Nin our society,

the existing credit system\Nis a trap.

It's a catch-22.

NEWSREADER: Lord Martlesham,\NI accept your point,

but if you would go on

to tell us a little more\Nabout the details...

LORD MARTLESHAM: Yes, quite. \NWell, I think the real point...

Seems like someone's having\Na bonfire over there.

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This is\NChief Inspector Dalgliesh.

LORD MARTLESHAM: How do you do?

I'm not sure what the form is\Nin this situation.

Sit down, please,\NLord Martlesham.

I'm grateful to have\Nthe opportunity

to clear this thing up.

Mrs. Tallulah Clutton,

the housekeeper\Nat the Dupayne Museum,

has this afternoon\Nrecognized you

as the motorist who knocked her\Noff her bicycle

on the driveway\Nof the Dupayne Museum

at around 7:20 on Friday night.

I have to ask you\Nif you were there and if --

I was.

And I did accidentally\Nknock the lady off her bike.

I did stop to make sure\Nshe was all right.

I-I hope she wasn't more badly\Ninjured than I realized.

I assume you heard about\NDr. Neville Dupayne's death

in a fire at the Museum\Nthat night.

We made several appeals\Nfor witnesses.

Why didn't you come forward?

I did think\Nabout coming forward.

In fact, I thought\Nabout little else.

But I honestly believed I could\Nbe of no material assistance.

I'd noticed a fire.

But I thought someone was simply\Nhaving a bonfire or --

And I didn't see anyone except\NMrs., uh, Clutton, did you say?

I know now I should have\Ncome forward at once.

I was too wary of my reputation,\NI suppose.

Unforgivable.

Another person was murdered\Nat the Museum that night.

Perhaps you've read\Nin the newspapers

about the body of a young woman\Nbeing found in the area.

We now know that her name\Nwas Miss Celia Mellock.

Oh, God.

We -- We'd been\Nseeing each other.

I'm married.

We-- We'd arranged to meet\Nin the car park at the Museum,

but she didn't arrive,\Nand I assumed she wasn't coming,

so I left.

I realize how this must look.

Mrs. Clutton claims\Nyou were wearing a mask

over your eyes and nose\Nthat night, is that correct?

Yes. I keep it in the car.

I can't be recognized.

And, well, Celia and I,

we enjoyed the intrigue,\NI suppose.

Why the Museum car park?

It's secluded.\NIt's convenient for my home.

Miss Mellock's body was\Ndiscovered in the Murder Room

inside the Museum.

We believe she entered it\Nthrough a door

which leads\Nfrom the private flat

belonging to Caroline Dupayne.

Have you any idea\Nhow Celia might have

- gained access to that flat?\N- Sorry.

- Do I need to call my lawyer?\N- That's your choice.

Celia was two months pregnant.

Could the child have been yours?

She said\Nwhen we arranged to meet,

she had something important\Nto tell me.

Celia and I both had keys\Nto the private flat.

We obtained them\Nthrough Caroline Dupayne.

Why? Is she a close friend?

I'm not a bad person.

Everything I do,\Nall my work, I do

for the good of the country.\NI believe that.

Hand on heart.

Celia and I shouldn't have been

using the flat\Nfor a private meeting.

Shouldn't have been\Nseeing each other at all.

Because i-i-it's\Nagainst the rules.

Against the rules of what?

The Club.

The private club.

The 98 Club.

I'm standing by, okay?

TARRANT: This way.

What's -- Can I do anything,\NMiss Dupayne?

- Keep walking, please.\N- CAROLINE: For God's sake.

I'm not talking\Nto the local vicar.

Yes, a private club where people\Nmeet anonymously to have sex.

Whatever sort of sex they want.

They're all adults.\NIt's consensual.

No laws are broken.

Many of the members\Nare powerful people.

People you probably know,\NChief Inspector.

Felt any pressure from above\Nduring your investigations?

Does money change hands?

No, never.\NI'm not a bawd.

It's a pretty slim distinction.

How does it work?\NYou say it's anonymous.

Through a series of P.O. boxes.

Members are allowed to invite\None other person

during the course\Nof their membership.

Were you aware Celia Mellock\Nwas a member?

No, I wasn't.

MISKIN: She was 20 years old.

Above the age of consent.

How do you know the other\Nmembers weren't younger?

Because we run\Non absolute trust.

I'd hear about it.

None of us wishes to be involved\Nin anything harmful or illegal.

It's about pleasure.

Release.

Are you aware that\NLord Martlesham is a member?

Yes.\NIs that who spoke to you?

Lord Martlesham was having\Nprivate meetings

with Celia Mellock at the flat.

They'd started a relationship.

On Friday night,\Nthey'd arranged to meet there,

but Lord Martlesham was late.

When he went up to the flat,\NCelia wasn't there.

Coming out of the flat,\Nhe noticed a fire

in the direction of the garage.

He drove away\Nas quickly as he could.

So he knocked Tally Clutton\Noff her bike.

But Celia was, in fact,

still inside\Nthe Museum building.

Bored or curious,

she'd gone through the door\Ninto the Murder Room.

And we believe that\Nfrom the window there,

she saw the murderer\Nleaving the garage,

having set fire to your brother.

So it's Martlesham.

He broke the rules of the 98,\Ngot entangled.

Who knows what\Nhe was capable of.

But the murderer had a key\Nto the garage

as well as to the flat

and most probably\Nto the Museum too.

And from what I understand,

the only people in possession\Nof all of those keys

are Marcus

and you.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Knock on door ]

- Only me, Tally.\N- Oh, Muriel.

I was just thinking are you sure\Nthat you want to stay here?

I do feel -- I can't help\Nfeeling concerned for you.

And I do have a spare room\Nat my house.

Police asked me\Nthe very same question.

But I've always felt\Nquite safe here.

And anyway, I'm not going\Nto be driven from my home.

But thank you.

Um,

would you like to come in\Nfor a cup of tea?

What made you start the club?

When my father was alive,

I knew he spent time in there\Nwith his mistress.

Marie Strickland.

Once I started using it,\NI realized the potential it had.

MISKIN: It must be a lot of work\Non top of running the school.

It's manageable.

And what happens after\None of your meetings?

It must take some tidying up.

You collect up\Nthe champagne bottles, do you?

Get rid of the condoms?

Yes.

I don't believe you.

Somebody helps you, don't they?

- Marcus?\N- Marcus knows nothing.

Ryan? Take advantage\Nof a homeless boy?

Marie? Muriel? Tally?

The very idea\Nthat Caroline could have

murdered her own brother.

I don't understand the police's\Nobsession with the idea

that the murderer\Nmust have known Neville.

Maybe it's because of the\Nreferences to the Murder Room.

And now that they found\Nthat poor girl in there.

How could she have got in,\NMuriel?

I've been over and over it.

And how could\Nwe have missed her?

She must have crept in\Nwithout our seeing

and hid in the basement,\Nas Marie suggested.

And the references\Nto the Blazing Car

and the violets\Non the girl's body --

hundreds of people must have\Nread about those cases.

Thousands, even.

Violets on the body?

Yes, I believe so.

Didn't the police tell you about\Nthat when they questioned you?

No.\NNo, they didn't.

I'm surprised.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh\Nmentioned it to me.

It's clearly some sort of crank,\Nas Caroline said.

Playing a sick sort of game.

Yes. More than likely.

You're tired.\NI'll wend my way.

Rather looking forward\Nto my bed.

I have a headache coming on.

- CAROLINE: Am I under arrest?\N- DALGLIESH: Not yet.

Then I'm leaving,

and I'm not saying another word\Nuntil my lawyer's present.

- Who are you protecting?\N- CAROLINE: No comment.

Because whoever it is\Nmurdered your brother

in cold blood,

waited for him in the dark,\Nthrew petrol over him.

Perhaps he said his name,\N"Neville,"

and he turned around and he\Nsmelt the petrol as it hit him.

- Shut up.\N- And he saw the match.

He knew what was coming.

Shut up.

DALGLIESH:\NYou think he's adopted.

He's your father's son.

Your father\Nand Marie Strickland.

- He's your flesh and blood.\N- What are you saying?

And now he's been torn from\Nthe world and all his potential,

all the good\Nhe might have done is gone.

We loved him.

You know what?\NI've had enough of this.

The amount of my life,\NI've spent listening

to people like this,\Ndancing around the truth,

justifying themselves

with their own warped sense\Nof importance while people die.

Caroline Dupayne,\NI'm arresting you for the murder

of Dr. Neville Dupayne\Nand Miss Celia Mellock.

[ Crying ]

DALGLIESH: You have the right\Nto remain silent.

It wasn't me!

BROADCASTER: ...sweeping in\Nfrom the northwest

and giving way to sunny spells\Ntomorrow morning.

Warm, overcast conditions\Ncontinue in London

and East Anglia.

And it looks set\Nto be a mild few days

across the whole of the South.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Dial tone ]

Who else knew about the club?

Who else knew about the club?

Who else knew about the club?!

[ Crying ]

Mu-- Muriel.

Muriel Godby.

Muriel started the 98 Club.\NIt was her idea.

I was a girl when she worked\Nat the school I attended.

When my mother died,\Nit was sudden.

I was 14. I was a mess.

She took me under her wing.

Muriel's not what you think.\NShe has this kind of power.

She collects information\Nabout people and stores it away.

I asked her if she was involved\Nin Neville's death.

She said no.

She knew Celia Mellock.

She worked at Swathling's\Nfor a term.

The same term Celia was there.

I remember her saying how\Ninsolent she thought Celia was.

Do you know Muriel's address?

I've got it.\NIt's somewhere in Camden.

She could be at the Museum.\NShe could be locking up.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Mrs. Clutton.

Mrs. Clutton.

Mrs. Clutton,\NI'm going to move you.

WOMAN: Police, ambulance,\Nor fire?

DS Miskin from Scotland Yard.

We need an ambulance immediately\Nto the Dupayne Museum.

Come on.

[ Gasps ]

Mrs. Clutton?

She's breathing,\Nbut only just.

Please hurry.

DALGLIESH: Mrs. Clutton.

- Cover the back.\N- OFFICER: Yes, sir.

- Right. Quick as you can.\N- OFFICER #2: Right behind you.

TARRANT: Muriel Godby.

I'm arresting you for\Nthe murders of Neville Dupayne

and Celia Mellock.

What on earth\Nare you talking about?

- Turn around, please.\N[ Handcuffs jingle ]

Turn around.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

It's all about sex\Nwith men, isn't it?

They're strong, powerful,\Nclever sometimes.

But that need they have,\Nthat drive,

makes them weak\Nin so many ways.

Yes, I run the 98 Club,

a private club\Nfor consenting adults.

I've done nothing illegal.

I wouldn't have killed anyone to\Nprotect the club or the Museum.

I had nothing to do with\Nthe death of Neville Dupayne

or the girl in the trunk.

May I have a cup of tea?

Was it all about sex\Nfor your husband, Mrs. Godby?

Divorced after only two\Nand a half years of marriage.

Divorce granted on the grounds\Nof your husband's adultery.

I was glad to see\Nthe back of my husband.

For me, it was only ever\Na marriage of convenience.

An escape from home.

My husband was a fool.

He's dead now.

He didn't know\Nthe first thing about me.

Father too.

Always lavishing attention\Non my little sister,

who was delightfully pretty.

He never saw the strength\Nhe had in me.

Women like me are overlooked.

Plain. Prim.

Invisible.

Who could blame me for\Nusing that to my advantage?

Quite some advantage, too.

Tens of thousands in the bank.

Not bad for a receptionist.

So far, we've identified\Neight five-figure payments

arriving into your account\Nover the last seven years,

all from offshore accounts.

We could only conclude\Nthat you've been periodically

extorting money\Nfrom members of the 98.

You may conclude\Nwhatever you wish.

- We'll prove it.\N- Oh, she speaks.

It'll only take one\Nto break ranks,

and then it will all\Ncome tumbling down.

DALGLIESH: Your execution of the\Nmurders was almost exemplary.

Wearing gloves. Wiping prints.

You only missed two, by the way.

I'd be interested to know\Nwhether your use

of the Murder Room cases\Nwas premeditated or improvised.

Either way, you must have\Nthought it was your lucky day

when the man fleeing the scene\Nmentioned a bonfire.

We've had some luck, too.

Your most recent victim,\NMrs. Clutton.

She survived.

Tally was attacked?

She's recovering in hospital.

I should be allowed to interview\Nher in just over an hour.

She'll be able to tell me\Nwhy she made a 999 call

just before she was hit.

DALGLIESH: The circumstantial\Nevidence is mounting.

Your claim not to recognize\NCelia Mellock, for example.

And then there's the sweep we're\Ndoing of your house and car.

I expect we'll find traces\Nof petrol in the boot

transferred from the overalls\NI assume you wore.

You won't.

Well, perhaps we'll\Nfind something else.

Soil from Tally's garden\Ntransferred from the bucket

you used to throw the petrol.

We know you made one mistake.

You will have made more.

They deserved it.

Arrogant, dismissive.

But they saw me in the end.

You know, even if you do succeed\Nin building your case,

you'll find very little appetite\Nfrom your superiors

or the judiciary\Nto put me in a courtroom,

to put me on the stand.

I do know so very much.

You'd be the most\Nunpopular officer

in the history of Scotland Yard.

I've always felt\Nthat popularity was overrated.

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Good work, both of you.

- Thanks.\N- TARRANT: Yeah. Cheers, sir.

Do you think she's right, sir?

The powers that be\Nwill block her prosecution?

Cut her some sort of deal?

It wouldn't surprise me.

Hey, you see this?

He's in danger\Nof getting famous.

He's a dark horse.

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I've just been\Nwith the commissioner.

I told him I'd resign unless\NMuriel Godby is prosecuted.

You did.

Honestly, I've been\Nplanning to go anyway.

The poetry --

My publisher has plans for me.

So you're leaving?

I'm not.

Godby will stand trial.

There'll be damage.\NThey'll have to deal with it.

They'd rather keep me\Non the inside.

I have a vision of myself\Nwithout this job,

disappearing down\Nemotional dark tunnels,

writing myself into despair.

I need something to hold me\Nto the world.

Well, good.

Because we need you.

I've accepted a promotion.

Commander.

More importantly, I've\Nrecommended you for a promotion.

Detective Inspector.

The Commissioner agreed.

Right.

Technically, you could\Nstay on my team

or you could move to a team

where you'd have\Nmore responsibility of your own.

You're ready. More than ready.

I am.

I am, thanks to you.

If I were to move away\Nfrom the Met,

I'd be in charge of a lot more\Npeople, wouldn't I?

The promotion\Nwould really count.

Yes, that's right.

Okay.

Thank you.

Kate.

You should be happy.

I will be, sir.

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