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Rita O'Keefe, sir.

53, unemployed,

lives with her nephew,
Garry Ashe.

He found her when he got back
from a night out at 1:15.

Nephew says she drinks,

often brings men back here.

For money?

Sometimes.

Well, that's what he implied.

Pathologist's on his way.

But there's at least
six stab wounds, maybe more.

Nothing on the hands.
No sign of a struggle.

It's horrific.

Sir, a neighbor, Dorothy Scully,

said she saw the nephew
leaving just after midnight.

He said he got back at 1:15.

Well, she says
she definitely saw him,

and he was carrying
a blue plastic bag.

And we just turned up this.

Mr. Ashe,
I'm Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

I'm leading the investigation
into your aunt's death.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Remind me what time
you arrived home tonight.

It's in my statement.

Which you took.

Is it possible you
could have arrived home

earlier than you suggested?

"I was out riding
my motorbike until 1:15."

Anyone see you?

I wear a helmet,

and I don't stop to take
people's names as I pass.

I need you to come to
Scotland Yard with me, Mr. Ashe.

Not convenient. Tomorrow.

Garry Ashe, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion

of murder of Rita O'Keefe.

Oh, you don't want to do this.

You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you do say
may be taken down in evidence.

Disappointing scent,
DS Miskin.

What's the word?

Vulgar.

We've already heard
from the landlord

of the Royal Oak

that Mrs. O'Keefe
was one of his regulars.

She'd been in the pub
drinking heavily

until 11:00 on the night
in question.

Let's turn to the murder weapon.

Can you remind the court
where it was found?

It was found
in a blue plastic bag

hidden underneath a privet hedge
eight doors down from --

Where prints found
on the knife?

No, it had been wiped clean.

So you're asking us
to believe

that Mr. Ashe brutally murdered
his beloved aunt

who provided
a roof over his head

after a lifetime in care

and that he wiped
the knife clean

and decided to dispose of it,
not somewhere else,

somewhere in the vast realms
of the metropolis,

but in a neighbor's hedge
eight doors down.

Perhaps he wasn't
thinking clearly.

Or perhaps it was just...
arrogance.

Dorothy, I know
you are an honest woman,

and I know you're going
to tell the truth in court.

Yes, I am.

And I think you
understand that the case

for the prosecution rests
almost entirely,

it appears, on your
identification of the man

you saw coming out
of Mrs. O'Keefe's house

at midnight the night she died.

It was him. Her nephew.

You're looking very
smart today, Dorothy.

Is that a new jacket?

Bought it for the court.

And your glasses look
very smart, too.

They're also new.

Yes. In fact,
I paid a visit to your optician.

He tells me he had need
to increase your prescription

three weeks ago.

He was also able to supply me
with a pair of glasses

made to the prescription
you were using

on the night
Mrs. O'Keefe was murdered.

Quickly, please.

Mr. Ulrick,
my highly efficient pupil,

will hand them to you.

Can you put them on, please?

Are you approximately the same
distance from Mr. Ulrick

as you were from the man you saw

leaving Mrs. O'Keefe's house
that night?

I would say so, yes.

Can you tell me how many
fingers he's holding up?

Two?

Do you find
the defendant, Garry Ashe,

guilty or not guilty of murder?

Not guilty.

Pleasure. Well done.

Venetia.

Not bad.

It's only my second session.
So yes, it wasn't.

Daniel Tarrant.

- Kate Miskin.
- Yes, I know.

You were with Dalgliesh
on the Garry Ashe case.

That must have been gutting.

It was,

knowing a dangerous man's
been freed

to walk the streets.

She's quite something, I hear --
that barrister.

Apparently she runs rings
around everyone.

Maybe see you around.

What are you talking about?

You can't stop us.
I'm 18.

No, no, no.

Aren't you supposed to
congratulate me?

Look at me, Octavia.

He's making a fool of you.

- He wants you for your money.
- Right.

Yeah, that's what
he said you'd say.

You're not to see him anymore.

But he loves me.

He doesn't love anyone.

Just because you don't love me,

it doesn't mean
no one else ever will.

Just because no one's
ever loved you.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Ulrick.

Have you done the prep
for Colchester yet?

Not quite,
but I'm nearly there with it.

Well, get there.

I want it on my desk
before you leave.

Um, the partners' meeting,
Miss Aldridge --

they've just started.

Have they now.

Gentlemen, what have I missed?

Apologies, Miss Aldridge.

We weren't sure
you'd be attending.

I can't think why.

I've never missed
a single partners' meeting.

You are 20 minutes late.

Well, some of us have cases
to argue, Hubert.

We can't all stand around
looking out of the window

trying to remember
what day of the week it is.

Um, we were just discussing
Valerie Caldwell.

We're all agreed that
we should make her contract --

I think she should go.

She's just about competent,
but she's inexperienced,

and no other
respectable chambers

has a -- a dollybird
for a clerk.

- Ye gods.
- Miss Caldwell is

proving herself
a very efficient

and organized clerk.

You want to get
your hand up her skirt.

It's what everyone's whispering.
It's embarrassing.

- You're making a fool of us.
- Madam. Madam.

Too far.

We should appoint people
on merit,

not because of their sex

or how they look
or who they're related to.

Oh, which is aimed at me,
I assume.

Well, Mr. Ulrick,

your son's hardly
shaping up well, is he?

When I become Head of Chambers,

I will systematically
deconstruct the old boys' club.

Have you set a date
for your retirement yet,

or is that something else you're
discussing behind my back?

You said you weren't interested
in Head of Chambers.

I've changed my mind.

Everyone else
will have to wait their turn.

The only -- The only thing
embarrassing this chambers

- is you.
- Really? Why would that be?

The cases you choose to take on.

- You mean the unwinnable ones...
- IRA terrorists, pedophiles --

...which I then proceed to win?

Everyone deserves
legal representation.

Garry Ashe.

We're still suffering
the fallout from that.

- What's next? Beelzebub.
- Perhaps we could --

Can I speak to you outside,
please?

Drysdale, now, please.

Because I'm asking you to.

I've done enough for you.

Venetia, all I'm saying --

Just bloody do it.

Venetia speaking.

She's with him now.

He won't leave.

Good morning.
Pawlett Court Chambers.

This is Mrs. Buckley.
Is Miss Aldridge there?

- I don't think so, Mrs. Buckley.
- Miss Caldwell.

You see, her bed
hasn't been slept in...

The florist at Holborn Station
has lovely flowers.

As far as I'm aware,
I'm first in.

I thought these might
brighten up your corner.

Thank you, Mr. Langton,
but you really shouldn't have.

I'm worried.
It's most unlike her.

Miss Aldridge.

Miss Aldridge, I --

You step aside now.

...would be useful.

Yes, ma'am.

DS Miskin,
this is DS Donald Tarrant.

- He's joining the team.
- Pleased to meet you.

Hi. It's her, sir.

The barrister who defended
Garry Ashe.

The clerk, Valerie Caldwell,
found the body

when she opened up this morning.

Miss Aldridge's housekeeper
called to say

her bed hadn't been slept in.

Start taking names
and addresses, please.

Yes, sir.

Not a sight
we're likely to forget.

Designed to shock.

Well, the blood's certainly
been staged.

It's not hers.

Rigor, temperature, smell

all says she's been dead
between 12 and 14 hours.

So either the blood
contained an anticoagulant

or it was poured later.

And this looks like
our fatal wound.

A narrow slit
about an inch long.

Dagger.
Something sharp on both sides.

- You can't go in there.
- Stop there, please.

We have a right to know
what's happening.

Oh, my God.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.
I'm from Scotland Yard.

Hubert St. John Langton.
I'm Head of Chambers.

This is Desmond Ulrick.

This is unspeakable.

My, uh -- My blood's missing.

What do you mean, Mr. Ulrick?

My son has anemia.
He needs regular transfusions.

I had some taken
the day before yesterday.

It was in my fridge.

Matthew had a bad reaction
to some foreign muck

he was given last year,
so he only uses mine.

I have it taken
from a clinic nearby.

Why store it here?

Because he's a pupil here.

It's easier for him
to collect it

and take it to Guy's Hospital.

When did you last see the blood?

Around 5:30 yesterday evening,
I should say.

Is that when you left
for the night?

No, I left at 7:15.
I was the last to leave.

Uh, except Venetia.

So you were the last
to see her alive?

I don't know.

Probably not.

Mrs. Carpenter,
the cleaning lady,

comes in later in the evening.

Where did you go
after you left, Mr. Ulrick?

I went straight to supper
with Matthew.

He was --

Look, I'm --
I'm going to say this

because you will hear it
soon enough.

None of us liked her.

She wasn't a nice woman,
but..

No, even she --
Even she didn't deserve this.

You saw the wig
which Miss Aldridge was wearing?

Is that one which
belongs to her?

It looks more like
a judge's wig than...

It's my grandfather's.

It should be in its wig box
in my room.

I must check to see
if Miss Caldwell is all right.

Mr. Langton.

Did Miss Aldridge
own a paper knife?

Well, I don't think so.

I don't know.

You presented her with one,
Hubert,

after 20 years of partnership.

Oh, yes.

It was a miniature
Sword of Justice.

Where's DS Tarrant
transferred from?

Vice.

Are you okay with it?

Sure.

The Standardalways has a pink
financial section, doesn't it?

Yes, I think so.

It's not here.

So if the paper knife is our
weapon, which is looking likely,

maybe the killer
used the newspaper

to wipe it or conceal it.

Venetia admits her killer.

The killer moves
over to the desk.

Venetia stays by the door.

It's someone she's hoping
to get rid of quickly.

The killer picks up
the paper knife,

comes back over,

stabs her through the heart,

and is then dragged back
over towards the chair.

And then the killer goes
and gets the blood and the wig,

both of which
they must have known about.

Except there's a time lapse.

Miles thinks the blood
was poured later.

No. I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Excuse me.
- What is it?

I need to speak to Detective
Chief Inspector Dalgliesh

- as soon as possible.
- Not possible, I'm afraid.

Not possible.

I think that I
and I alone

can unlock the identity
of Venetia Aldridge's murderer.

Good for you.
You can contact Scotland Yard.

Please.

My mother always said sweet tea
is best for shock.

Thank you.

How long have you
been cleaning here,

Mrs. Carpenter?

About a year.

And what time did you
begin work yesterday evening?

8:00.

I like to be punctual.

I always hear the clock

on the Temple Church
as I unlock the door.

So the door to
Chambers was definitely locked?

Oh, yes. Yes.

I cleaned reception first
and then the lawyers' rooms.

I did see Miss Aldridge's light
was on,

but I never disturb her
when she's working.

Did you hear any noise
coming from her room?

No.

In Mr. Ulrick's room,

did you notice whether the blood
in his fridge was missing?

No, because he doesn't
like me to clean his fridge.

He's very particular.

Sir.

It looks like it's been wiped.

I didn't know it was in there.

No one ever goes in there.

It must have been
very shocking for you --

discovering
Miss Aldridge's body.

When did you last see
Miss Aldridge?

When she came out
of the partners' meeting

yesterday afternoon around 4:00.

She went straight to her rooms.

I leave work at 6:00.

I knew she was still here.

And Mr. Ulrick was still here.

The Evening Standard.

Does Chambers
have it delivered?

Sorry.

I was told I'd find you here.

My sanctuary.

Beautiful.

These angels and saints
guard the law from corruption.

Was Venetia Aldridge corrupt?

Is that why her murderer
mocked her profession

in the way they did?

No.

She was honest.

Difficult, argumentative.

But she believed in the law
as firmly as I do.

When you took her
the Evening Standardyesterday,

did it contain
the pink financial pages?

Well, I didn't take her
a newspaper.

Your clerk said
it was a peace offering.

There had been an argument
at the partners' --

I didn't take her the paper.

When you left
Chambers yesterday,

did you go straight home?

I was at home at the usual t--
Yes.

What time would you
have arrived?

7:30.

I'm sure my housekeeper
could confirm that.

- Why do you --
- Thank you.

What was the argument about?

At the partners' meeting?

Venetia and Drysdale Laud.

They both want to succeed me
as Head of Chambers.

Venetia is next in line,

but Drysdale sees it
as a stepping stone

to becoming a QC.

So, how long have you
worked with the boss?

Nearly 18 months.

How long
have you been on the force?

Six months.

They're trying this new
graduate fast track idea.

I honestly
can't believe it.

Where was she found?

Behind her desk.

I'm told you argued with her
at the meeting yesterday.

Well, no, we were all arguing.

It's par for the course.

Did you argue about who would
succeed as Head of Chambers?

No, and let me save you
a lot of time and effort.

Rivalries over Head of Chambers,

arguments over which
cases to take on --

They happen in every Chambers
up and down the land.

Day in, day out.

And they do not constitute
reasons to commit murder.

So what was the argument about?

It was a private matter.

Oh, God.

She wanted me to speak
to her daughter, Octavia.

I know the girl a little.

Venetia and I have been friends
for a long time.

But yesterday, Venetia told me

that Octavia started
seeing someone.

Saying she was engaged.

Venetia wanted me to intervene
to try to stop it.

Why? Did she not approve
of the boy?

The daughter is called Octavia.

I'll lead.

No, she didn't.

Because it's Garry Ashe.

I think it would be better
if we spoke alone.

Why?

Ashe is my fiancé.

What is this, anyway?

We have some very bad news,
Octavia.

I'm afraid your mother
was found dead this morning.

She's not dead.

I saw her yesterday.
She was fine.

It wasn't a natural death.

Murder.

I'm very, very sorry.

It happened sometime
yesterday evening.

We'll know more
after the postmortem.

We had nothing to do with it,
okay?

So don't start that.

- I wasn't --
- You can't pin this on Ash.

He was here,
and the Buckley was here, too,

cooking us supper.
You can ask her.

The three of us were here
all evening and all night.

Mrs. Buckley says
she'll come up and sit with you.

I don't want her.

I don't need anyone.

I've got Ashe.

Our boss will want
to see you both.

Inspector Dalgliesh?

Chief Inspector, yes.

We very much look forward
to seeing him,

Kate.

Are you okay?

It's him.
I know it's him.

The housekeeper seems sure

he didn't leave here
yesterday evening.

Maybe he got someone
to do it for him.

It's not his style.
He's a loner.

Most psychopaths are.

Did you do this?

Ashe knows about birds.

We're doing it together.

I didn't know you were
an ornithologist, Garry.

You don't know anything
about me, Mr. Dalgliesh.

Would you wait outside, please?

I want to speak
to Octavia alone.

He's told me all about you

and you,

about how you tried
to stitch him up

after his auntie died.

We were doing our job.
There was evidence.

Yeah, which you planted.

How did you meet?

At a club.

We started dancing.
He bought me a drink.

He didn't even know who I was.

Octavia, your mother is dead.

And it wasn't a random killing.

It was almost certainly
someone who knew her.

Are you absolutely certain
that Ashe didn't leave

this flat yesterday evening,
even for a short time?

Certain.

It's bad luck.

He has a solid alibi.

It's too much of a coincidence.

The girl, yeah, she could easily
be covering for him.

Not the housekeeper.
No way.

He could have found a way
to sneak out the house.

He may be a psychopath,
but he's not supernatural.

We now know from Mrs. Buckley
that she spoke to Venetia

just after 7:30
on the telephone.

So with Kynaston's
confirmed estimate,

we now have a window
for time of death --

7:45 to 9:00.

How are we doing
with other alibis?

Laud and his wife definitely
picked up their theater tickets.

The box office manager
remembers Laud.

Ulrick and his son --

I called the restaurant

where they had a reservation
for dinner.

They confirmed they were there,

but the reservation
wasn't until 8:00, so...

Carpenter --

ample opportunity,

no clear alibi,

but no motive.

Which leaves us with Langton.

Yes. Now we're talking.

Langton's housekeeper says

he wasn't home yesterday
till after 9:00.

An hour and a half
after he claims.

But his memory seems poor.

He's certainly got something
troubling him.

I found him praying
for forgiveness.

Look, I'm not ruling Ashe out
altogether,

but we can't make him
a priority.

He has an alibi, and he has
no access to Chambers.

He could have talked his way in.

Can we at least
put a tail on him?

No, I can't justify it.

Kate.

Hi.

I was a little dismissive
earlier.

I shouldn't have been.
I apologize.

It's me.

My cardinal sin,
rushing to judgment.

I know this is going
to be difficult for you.

It's fine.

It was never going to be
just the two of us forever.

I meant about Ashe.

I know you felt responsible when
we failed to get a conviction,

but you weren't.
I was.

I failed to properly test
the evidence.

Look, if you want to step back
from this case --

I don't want you to,

but I would
completely understand.

I don't want to step back.

Okay.

Night, sir.

Night, Kate.

What was Mr. Langton's
relationship

with Miss Aldridge like?

I don't think
Mr. Langton's very well.

He can't remember things.

He gets scared, angry.

I have to say, I think
he actually hated Venetia.

I've heard him calling her
all sorts of things

under his breath.

Was this because of the sort
of cases she was bringing in?

Partly that.

Partly that she's a woman,

and women are everywhere now.

Maybe even in Number 10 soon.

He's got a thing about me.

He finds any excuse he can
to touch me.

Put his arm around my waist,

accidentally brush against me.

He follows me sometimes,

turns up where I am.

He comes and watches me sing
in the choir at Temple Church.

Stares at me like he's...

Have you spoken to him
about it?

No.

And in a way,
it's easy to deal with.

He's just an old man
who's going senile.

But...

There's a look in his eye
like...

it's not just
harmless flirtation.

Look into Hubert Langton's
past marriages, relationships.

Any complaints made against him,

- especially by women.
- Sir.

See if there's a pattern
of behavior.

This is so important.

Detective Chief Inspector.

May I have a word with you,
please?

Just, look -- Just --
Just a moment, please.

- Sorry. Sorry.
- Who's that?

Edgar Froggart.

He was outside Chambers
yesterday,

claiming he has the key
to Aldridge's murder.

I've spoken to him.

All he's got are
a load of old scrapbooks.

I'll talk to him.

He's just a crank who hangs
around murder trials, sir.

I was very close to Venetia
when she was growing up.

Very close indeed.

I was her mentor in many ways.

The man who introduced her
to the law.

Were you her teacher?

Strictly speaking, no.

I was a teacher at her father's
preparatory school for boys.

And ever since, I have
followed her career closely,

attending many of her trials,

recording the brilliance
of her arguments.

What has this to do
with her death, Mr. Froggart?

I have a detailed chronicle
of her professional life,

Detective Chief Inspector.

And it occurs to me
that her murderer

may lurk within these pages.

A disappointed client,
an ex-prisoner with a grievance.

This is a loan of my precious
resource, Chief Inspector.

I know it will be of use.
Good day.

Janet Carpenter walked into
Pawlett Court Chambers

18 months ago
and asked for a cleaning job.

She was directed to the agency,
and they gave her a job

in a different chambers,
but she badgered them constantly

until she was transferred
to Pawlett Court.

She moved to London
from a village

near Winchester 18 months ago

and gave character references
from the local solicitor

and the vicar's wife.

And she's been attending
all of Venetia's trials.

She knew about the wig
and the blood,

and she probably knew
about the paper knife.

And she was in Chambers
when Venetia died.

Can we bring her in?

Not yet. We need more.
I want you to follow her.

I want you to see where she's
going, who she's talking to.

We'll look into her past.

Margaret Jackson?

Yes?

Detective Sergeant Kate Miskin.

This is Detective
Chief Inspector Dalgliesh

from Scotland Yard.

Oh, right.

May we ask you some questions
about Janet Carpenter?

We believe you provided
a job reference for her.

Janet. Is she still alive?

Janet had a daughter, Dawn,

and Dawn's marriage broke down,

and she and Janet's
granddaughter

came to live with her.

Daisy.

She was a lovely little girl.

She sang in our choir.

She went out riding her bike one
afternoon and didn't come back.

There was a police search.

We all joined in.

She was found in the woods
about three miles away.

She'd been assaulted

and murdered.

This was Anthony Beale.

That's right. You remember?

Janet was remarkable, really.

She went to the trial every day.

She saw him put away for life.

But Dawn, she couldn't go on.

She took her own life.

In the woods
where Daisy was found.

We lost Janet after that,
really.

I tried to talk her out of
going to London.

I knew she didn't know
anyone there,

but she said
she wanted a new start.

Control to Sierra 15.

Sierra 15 to Control.
Receiving.

- Dalgliesh.
- It wasn't Venetia.

According to Beale's file,
his defense was a guy

called Curtis, local,
based in Winchester.

Beale was a repeat offender,
wasn't he?

Yes. Southampton, 1971.

Summer, I think.

Just a sec.

It was a similar case.
A young girl on a bike.

Here we are.
"Southampton. Not guilty."

He was represented
by Venetia Aldridge.

Shit.

She got him off
and he killed again.

Okay, get over to Carpenter's
now and bring her in.

- We'll be back by 5:00.
- Yes, sir.