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Perhaps you should slow down?

Fish piss in water, Graham.

So, Lucy, this is
your first time here?

Sadly, stuffy dinner parties
are part of the job.

Though winding up
the Cavendishes is the most fun

to be had with your clothes on.

Where is Melissa anyway?

I've been honing
my barbed comments all week.

Don't worry, Beryl.

You're not at work now.

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

I'm not sure I can.

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

Well, don't worry, I have,

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

Jesus, Harry, that hobby horse?

What's this?

Cavendish is trying to cut
the scholarship program.

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

Ah, Harry, you came.

And there was me
under the impression

you hadn't been invited,

not being a part
of the faculty anymore.

Clearly an oversight, Lawrence.

I just wanted to spare you
the embarrassment.

How thoughtful.

And, Graham, you brought
your secretary.

My partner, Cavendish.

Of course.

Aren't you two brave.

So, where is Melissa?

She and I have so much
to talk about.

The latest fashion,
where she gets her nails done,

why we can't shoot peasants
just for fun.

Melissa is unwell, actually.

Oh, so she won't be joining us?

I'm afraid not.

We're all hearing great things
about Lucy

in your old department, Harry.

It really needed a shake-up.

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

I think they should
make it obligatory.

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

Enjoy your meal.

There's nothing too chewy.

Poor Beryl,
she's so uncomfortable.

What? Sorry, Harry.

I was just thinking about
what he said in there.

To tell you the truth,

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

Oh, you don't need
to flatter me.

I've seen your file.

You got the job
for a good reason.

Christ, look at this.

Have you every seen
anything that screams

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

It's new.
It was probably that

or a two-seater Porsche.

Christ, you were right.

These dinners are painful.

Why do you still come?

Mischief, Lucy.

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

and long may it last.

Hm.

I highly recommend it.

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

Haven't you always?

You are very funny
when I'm drunk.

I suppose it helps you have
your little hobby.

Like old Miss Marple.

No, no, it is fun.

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

Sticking your nose in.

So, what is wrong
with Melissa really?

No, don't tell me.

She finally realized
she hasn't got a pulse?

Tell me, Harry, did you ever
solve the mystery

of the missing manners?

It's right up there
with the mystery of people

who are promoted
to the level of incompetence.

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

Or are you too busy
checking on your housekeeper?

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

and tell her
that she should come down here

and keep an eye on you.

Melissa isn't here.

You just said that she was ill.

That's none of your business.

You need two guard dogs,
Cavendish?

Him and Melissa?

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

I'm finding this
a trifle suspicious.

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

and then you say she's gone.

So which one is it?

Or did you do away with her?

For God's sake!

You won't let it rest, will you?

She's gone.

Vamoose! Imithe! Weg! Disparue!

My wife has left me.

Are you happy now?

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

Lucy.

What is it?

He has a heart condition.

I think he's having
a heart attack.

Graham, call an ambulance.

Emergency services, please.

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

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

You staying there now?

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

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

Yes.

Well, that's why I called you.

Make sure that Glenn
picks me up in the morning.

Sure. Was it
a vomiting bug or something?

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

Aren't you supposed
to be studying?

Don't you have English
on Monday?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Talk tomorrow.

Harry, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was at the dinner
last night.

Lost my ride to the back
of an ambulance.

What are you doing here?

Well, it turns out
everybody has E. colipoisoning.

Cavendish is an induced coma,
but if he dies,

then the catering company's

facing a corporate
manslaughter charge.

We're just collecting the
food containers as evidence.

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

Me either.

I ate everything.

Hm.

Harry says she ate everything.

I didn't drink any water.

Wait, Vicky!

Jordan!

Nice gaf, Harry.

The house has its own
well supply.

We are not on the mains.

I take it back.

That's proper rank, that is.

You lot were drinking that?

Oh!

Ohh.

Christ!

That's Melissa Cavendish.

Oh, dear.

Harry, you knew Melissa?

Well, she was Cavendish's wife.

We weren't friends.

Who were her friends?

Well, if you could
call them that,

pretty much everyone that was
at the dinner last night.

The college elite.

Right. She have any enemies?

Quite a few, I imagine.

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

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

What's the husband like?

Arrogant, entitled, unpleasant.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah.

I think they call it
corpse water, Harry.

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

Please feel free to shut up.

So, are we investigating, Harry?

Why?

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

Left him, my backside.

What are you doing here anyway?

Aren't you supposed
to be studying?

It's Saturday.

So? Get in the car.

I'm going to drill you
on your Shakespeare.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

So should we call the boss?

He's on holidays, Jordan.

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

Have we heard back
from the pathologist yet

about time of death?

He just e-mailed.

Between the rate
of decomposition

and the water damage,
he can confidently say

that she died a week
before she was found.

Saturday the 11th
between- 00 and- 00.

So the husband's alibi
stands up.

Same with the staff.

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

and one of them killer her,

why would they go to the house
the following Friday,

knowing that her body
was rotting in that well?

Well, we know intelligent
killers maintain appearances.

They get up, they go to work,

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

Yeah, we were
the Diamond Banditos --

Dublin's answer to Duran Duran.

I was going to be
the next Roger Taylor.

Well, what happened?

Well, our lead singer moved
to Canada with his family

and we rehearsed in his garage.

So...

Also, none of the rest
of us could sing.

Are you expecting someone?

My other lover, Mick Jagger.

You'll have a lot to talk about.

I'll bring him right down.

Oh.

We need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

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

Okay, Detective.

How did you know Cavendish
had a heart condition?

It's not common knowledge.

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

and then Melissa rocked up,
as usual,

and said that he had
a congenital defect

and that I wasn't to upset him.

Bollocks to that.

We heard that you were
unhappy with her

about a scholarship fund.

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

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

None of the alumni
like each other,

but nothing gets
in the way of drinks.

Mm.

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

Where are you going with this,
Vicky?

Surely you realize
that Cavendish killed her.

First he said she was ill

and then he said
that she'd left him.

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

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

Oh, he probably wrote
that himself.

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

The staff have alibis,
as do the people

Melissa interacted
with the most,

who were pretty much
all at the dinner,

just like you said.

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

Could you tell me what you were
doing the evening

of Saturday the 11th?

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

Bumping off Melissa.

The 11th?

I was plunging my downstairs
loo at home alone.

Good God.

Chasing alibis is like
going down a blind alley.

Why don't you focus
on the motive?

I am thinking of motive, Harry.

You say Melissa Cavendish
was disliked,

but no one else
has told us that.

Well, of course they wouldn't.

What they did tell us
is that you hated her.

We're going to need
to take your fingerprints,

just to rule you out.

Did you hear any of that?

She's just fishing.

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

take the case, and solve it.

Or you will.

Where were you on
the 11th anyway?

Was the evening that memorable?

Charming hotel, the roses,
the Jacuzzi.

Oh, shit!

We can't tell them.

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

since I can't use you
as an alibi?

Fergus is going to be here
in a minute.

To even ask me for an alibi.

Have you tried Charlie?

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

So we have to solve it?

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

Read your "Romeo and Juliet."

He loves her, she loves him,
mental families.

Bish bash bosh.

It always comes down to sex.

Sex, love, hatred.

With the Cavendishes,
it could be sex.

Jealousy. An affair?

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

Hardly.

Shame you're not doing
"Othello."

Now that would be relevant.

We've got to go.

Where are we going?

Oh, Harry.

Wait.

Harry.

They've just told me.

I thought she'd left me.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Ah.

You've come to question me.

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

I loved her.

Yet, you thought she'd left you?

We had a silly fight.

I went to Belfast for
a weekend conference

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

Well, didn't you find that odd?

You know how passionate
Melissa was.

I'd upset her.

Well, fondling the housekeeper
would do that.

Jenny?

Don't be absurd.

It was a -- a stupid row.

I assumed Melissa was off
giving my credit card

a battering in some fancy
hotel, punishing me.

Alone or with someone else?

Melissa wouldn't have an affair.

She was...

Reputation meant
everything to her.

Our reputation as a couple.

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

but she was furious,
ranting and raving about it,

about the college,
me being there too much,

the rumors being too much.

What rumors?

Sketch. The nurse is coming.

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

If he was missing that long
from Belfast,

it would have been noted.

He said something about
rumors at the college.

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

Anyhow, got to get you home.

Shall I drive you
to school tomorrow?

We can do some
last-minute revisions?

No way.
I'm keeping to my routine.

Red Bull and a Kit Kat
on the bus.

-If you get this,

remember that light and shade
is always a crowd pleaser.

Romeo called Juliet the sun
and she calls him

whiter than fresh snow
on a raven's back.

Harriet Wild, I'm arresting you
on suspicion

of the murder
of Melissa Cavendish.

You're not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
will be taking in writing

and may be given in evidence.

Time starts now.

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

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

But it is in your best interest
to cooperate.

As I said, the injuries
to Melissa's head

are consistent with the ashtray
we retrieved from her home.

Your fingerprints --

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

And traces of blood
were found on it.

Harry, only your fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

And that's not all, is it?

You had an acrimonious
relationship with Melissa.

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

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

Harry, is there anything
you'd like to alter

about your statement?

No.

That's you, driving your car,

not two miles from
the Cavendish home

at45 the evening
of the murder.

The second still is you
driving your car back

at30 AM
the following morning.

Enough time to murder Melissa,

put her body in the well,
and clean up.

I went for a drive.

For seven hours.

This is crazy.

Why would I kill her?

And then why would
I clean up and --

and leave my fingerprints
on the murder weapon?

You know I didn't do this.

Then help me.

Tell me why you lied.

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

Ray! Oh!

-Time's up.

This is madness.

Why did you lie about
being home that night?

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

Unless you were out
killing someone else,

just tell them where you were.

If I said who I was with,

it would cause
a lot of trouble, okay?

Look, Vicky knows
I'm not a killer.

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

a working-class black kid here,
okay?

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

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

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

and I know what I have to do.

I have to solve it.

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

I'll figure it out.

Look, I just wanted you to know

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

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

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

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

What for?

I'll help until
Charlie gets back.

Okay.

Cavendish said there were
rumors at the college.

Well, professors
won't talk to you,

but maybe you can talk
to the support staff.

And how am I supposed
to do that?

I mean...

I suppose Jordan let you in?

About time, Vicky.

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

Actually, your stay in custody
has been extended.

We're transferring you
to the detention center.

What the hell?

You'll get a bail hearing
tomorrow.

You need to sort a solicitor.

I'll fix it, Harry,
okay?

I'll find out who did it.

Come on, up to the desk.
Come on.

Take them.

Come on this way.

Always thought it'd be Cavendish

who'd get whacked
by somebody's husband.

Dirty dog.

Do you know what he said
to me last week?

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

No wonder Carole's
always off sick.

Probably exhausted
from finding new ways

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

Shit.

Harry.

Have you lost your mind?

With respect, Sir,
moving a charged suspect

to a detention center
is standard procedure,

and there's plenty
of evidence --

She's Charlie's mother.

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

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

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

do you?

Sort out a house arrest warrant.

Now!

Oh!

You're going home,
but not alone.

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

I need you, darling.

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

but I love you.

And Lola.

And Orla.

What bloody use were you?

Oh.

He said we were
going to the cinema.

Well, this is a special edition

of "The Shawshank Redemption,"
darling.

I still can't believe it.

Were you alright?

Well, at least
I didn't get shivved.

Your exams?
I have not forgotten.

Forget about that.

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

You do realize you've only got

lobster and wine
in your fridge, right?

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

Uh...

So, you find out anything
at the college?

Yeah, I did.

Check this out.

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

Oh, probably claims
it's some place for him

to rest his head
at the end of the day.

What are you two talking about?

Never you mind, Stinker.

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

We're talking about
some proper nasty

Harvey Weinstein shit here.

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

You worked with the guy.

It was a different department.

He probably had some strategy
to keep it quiet.

Maybe even got worse.

He might have just targeted
secretaries or...

or newbies.

Well, it was risky of you
to come here.

We could have talked
on the phone.

Rubbish. I was coming anyway.

I know you didn't kill Melissa.

As for Cavendish...

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

I mean, did he ever mention
his little room?

Hinted.

I told him where to go.

Christ, I had no idea.

You must have been
so uncomfortable

that night at his house,
the party?

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

I would have turned his balls
into a key ring

if he'd done it to me.

But obviously he's been
harassing others.

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

If women would just stand up!

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

People like him are protected.

I mean, you saw the butler.

And the old guard
at the college,

well, they're no better.

Did you notice
how tense Beryl was

when she was around Cavendish?

Really?

Yes, Graham.

Actually in prison.

I can cross off doing bird
from my bucket list.

Anyway, forget about that.

I need to know,
did you ever hear anything,

any rumors about Cavendish
being a predator?

I mean, is it common knowledge?
Bollocks.

Is it common knowledge bollocks?
What?

Just never mind.

Did you know about Cavendish?

Of course I didn't know.

I mean, I'd heard the odd thing,

but I didn't think
it was anything serious.

You know what it's like
these days.

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

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

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

Is Beryl there, actually?

Well, she's around.

Oh, there you are.

The Guards arrested Harry.

What?

Oh, God.

That's awful.

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

I just wanted to know,
did you ever hear anything

about Cavendish's wicked ways?

It seems that quite a few
of his secretaries

had run-ins with him
in his little room.

What on earth was that about?

Graham, do you think...

Did Beryl ever mention
Cavendish in that way?

Good God.

What are you talking about?

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

I'm going to have to
call you back.

Go, check on Beryl.

Ma?

Oh!

We were so worried about you.

You got my message?

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

Even the one where you said
you loved Orla.

Are you okay, Harry?

I want the charges
dropped right now.

We can't drop the charges
because you say.

If she's not telling us
where she was

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

We need to find
the actual killer.

Charlie, you can't
investigate this.

She's your family.

And where were you?

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

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

And the --

Right, look --

No, you look.

Okay, I know that
the only reason

why you're bringing me along

is because
Harry nagged you into it.

But the thing is, right,

I'm going to keep
trying to help her,

with or without you.

And from what she says,

you shouldn't be
investigating either.

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

Alright.

Now, she suspects that Cavendish
harassed that Beryl one.

But she has an alibi,
like all the others.

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

That's what Harry says,

and she reckons
there are more victims.

Right, tell me everything.

Jenny, isn't it?

I need to ask you
some questions.

I can't. Please.

The night of the dinner party,

a witness saw you and Cavendish
in an intimate situation.

What?

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

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

I can't.

It's not --

Are you scared?

Did you snap, Jenny?

Did you think enough?

Except Cavendish wasn't here,
only his wife?

I wasn't here that night.

And Melissa, she...

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

And she didn't do it, okay?

So please help.

Look, this is my job.

If you want to know
what Cavendish is like,

look into the Saturday Club.

Saturday Club? What's that?

What is going on here?

Just think I left
my coat here the other day.

Mind if I have
a quick look around?

Get back to work, Jenny.

You did not leave
your coat here.

I would have found it.

Good day.

He's fun.

So Charlie is going to
double check all the alibis

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

about the Saturday Club.

A Saturday Club?

Harry?

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

Have you ever heard anything
about the Saturday Club?

Is this something
that Cavendish is into,

some sort of man club
or something?

I don't know what clubs
Cavendish is in.

I don't know him that well.

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

they better keep
that bloody man in hospital,

or I'll put him back in there.

Ah, okay.

Can we speak to Beryl?

She just left.

She's gone to
her women's group.

What women's group?

Told you Malky
would know someone.

The gift that keeps on giving,
your father.

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

- 00 till- 00,
how to kill predators.

- 00 till- 00, choir practice.

Shh.

I'm done discussing this.

Harry Wild is a good woman.

We need to go to the Guards.

But then everything comes out.

I have said it from the start.

I'm glad we came together,

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

And it's not just
fear of losing our jobs

or people not believing us.

It's about people knowing.

I agree with you.

A-And I'm happy Melissa is dead

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

I mean, what kind of
an evil bitch

protects her husband like that?

But we can't be false alibis.

We know Lucy wasn't here.

Look, ladies, when she
brought us all together,

she told us if we couldn't
find the courage

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

But what if she did?

Lucy?

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

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

They were probably already
blaming themselves

for being assaulted.

That's how predators work.

Shame is their weapon.

What do you know about Lucy?

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

I mean,
where does she come from?

Well, she had a good CV.

A couple of steady
lecture posts.

There was only one blip.

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

but that's not uncommon.

Wait, she just dropped out?

Where was that?

Galway, about 12 years ago.

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

How, if that was
her first time there?

Holy shit!

What?
What have you found?

Nothing about Lucy,
but there is a story here

about a professor
from Galway Uni

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

Prosecution called the man
a serial predator.

They reckon he'd targeted
more than

just the student
who accused him.

Is that meant to
wash these down?

Lucy, this isn't the way.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I won't let you take the blame.

What choice do I have?

Can't go to prison.

Cavendish hurt so many of us,
you know.

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

He can't deny all of us.

I brought us all together.

Thought we could plan
how to bring him down.

But they were terrified.

They saw it more
as a support group.

Did this happen to you before?

You know about that?

It was a lecturer.

I wasn't the only one.

There was one girl,
she was brave enough

to take it to the Guards.

His defense team claimed
she was drunk and consented

and he got away with it.

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

I didn't slit my wrists
as she slept.

You were very brave.

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

to try to confront Cavendish.

Look at where it got me.

Stand up to the bullies,
they say.

They'll back down.

But Melissa didn't.

She started ranting about
how she was sick of it,

how she wouldn't be
tainted by rumors.

It was like she was at the end
of her tether

and I was the touch paper.

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

-I grabbed what I could.
-The ashtray.

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

I panicked.

But then I thought
I can cover this up.

Send an e-mail
from her computer,

make it look like she left.

Why on earth did you
drink the water?

I didn't know it was
for the house.

I thought they got their water
from the mains,

like normal people.

Charlie.

Mum,
I think I have something.

The alibis for Beryl Lane
and Lucy D'arcy

are the same,
and they both mention a club.

I'm on my way
to interview Lucy now.

Charlie...

Okay.

She still killed her, Harry.

Look at how she was provoked.

No.

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

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

by her own hand
or somebody else's.

Lawrence Cavendish,
I'm arresting you on suspicion

of multiple counts
of sexual assault.

You are not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

I'm not even going to ask.

Probably best.

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

I know full well
what you did for me.

What can I do to make it up?

You can pour me
a glass of champagne...

on your way out.

But I --

Fergus and his sister
are coming over.

He's been working his ass off
to help me

while sitting his Junior Cert.

Ah, he's a good kid.

Yeah.

So, am I forgiven?

I'll think about it.