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- Marty. - It's Maya Burkett.

- What about her? - She's been found with a dead body.

I'm on my way.

♪ I can hear your voice ♪

♪ I can feel you cry ♪

♪ No matter what you do now ♪

♪ Don't dare to close your eyes ♪

♪ The end is drawing near ♪

♪ I'll tell them that you tried ♪

♪ Shed a single tear now ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

Yes, I got a call.

He didn't say who it was.

It was man, but he was using a... a voice changer thing.

I mean, it could have been anyone.

He told me if I came down here alone, I'd see Tommy Dark.

He didn't say anything about a body.

- Uh, Maya was... - Yeah, I heard. Can I see your phone?

The call was to my landline. You have my number.

It'll take longer to check your landline, but you knew that.

Why were you looking for Tommy Dark? He runs a security firm, is that right?

Listen, all I know, Claire was trying to find him.

I thought maybe if I speak to him, it could shed light on why she was killed.

You think this is connected to your sister?

- You heard this where? - I've told you everything that I know.

All right? I've been here all night. I just want to go and see my daughter.

- I'm sorry, Maya, you just... - Whoa, hey!

- Don't touch me like that again. Ever! - You need to warn... Wait.

You need to warn somebody if you're gonna touch them.

- But she... - All right? Wait.

- So, she can leave? - Yes.

But just don't go booking any holidays. We need to keep in touch. Go.

- Go. - Sorry, you, you...

Move! Move!

Use your head. She's a Burkett.

Without solid proof, that family's lawyers will tear us apart.

We need to run a deep check on this Tommy Dark.

Uh, see where the connections are.

Okay. Starting with her sister, Claire. What do you think she has to do with this?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

You've not changed your clothes.

So there is a fashion police.

- Kierce, have you been out all night? - Yes, yes, yes. I was at a rave.

A rave?

- You can't come through. - What do you mean I can't?

- I need my car. - It's all right. I've got this.

- He's back. - Your car's linked to a crime scene.

- We're gonna need to keep it... - Right, whatever. I'm not bothered.

You keep stumbling over dead bodies.

Don't you, Maya?

All right, fine. Fine. I killed Tommy Dark.

I shoved his body in a freezer in his storage unit.

I waited a while, went to check in with his wife,

came back today for another look,

and to firmly implicate myself, I called the police to come and join me.

Yeah, I am... I am a master criminal.

Here, go on. You got me. Got me.

How about for my sister's murder?

Oh, no, no, wait, wait. I was away.

I was overseas when that happened.

Even you couldn't pin me for that.

I'm not trying to pin anything. I'm on your side.

- You're on my side, are you? - Yes, and I'm trying to help.

Then why are you taking bribes from Judith Burkett?

Bribes?

Nine thousand pounds into your Monktons bank account.

Tenth of every month.

It's sweet work if you can get that.

Fucking hell.

- Right, I'm going to get us a lift. - Us?

Yes. I want to show you something. Come on.

Come on!

Just a minute.

Yeah, come in. Come on.

- Are you getting married? - Hey? Yeah, and a kid on the way.

But that's not why we're getting married. That's just a bonus.

Here's what I'm looking for. Look. The tenth. And, look.

Streamers, canceled. Gym, canceled.

And, look. My own personal phone.

Cheapest one known to man, and... cheapest contract to go with it.

Now, does anything here point to a man currently being bribed?

- Yeah. - What?

You've told me you're broke with a baby on the way.

That just screams that you're open to be bribed.

Do I look like I'm being bribed?

I earned about 50p last year, and that was before tax.

And I... I found this on a bus.

I'm allergic to the strap, and it doesn't stop beeping.

All right, Maya, look, why don't you ring up the police complaints?

I'll give you their number.

That should trigger a deep dive into my affairs, but I warn you,

it's more likely to result in a whip-round.

Go on. There's the phone. Go on.

- I'm not dirty, Maya. - Why did Caroline Burkett tell me you are?

- Caroline Burkett? I don't know! Uh... - Yes. Why? Why?

Loss does funny things to a person.

I'm a murder suspect, right?

Bringing me into your home isn't normal, is it?

Well, I think you're holding back,

and not for the reasons my colleagues think you are.

Because they think I'm guilty and... and you don't?

Well, maybe I need a little more convincing than they do.

But just a little bit more, mind.

That body in the storage unit moved the dial.

And not in your favor.

All right.

Tommy Dark, I heard that he had been bribed as well.

- If you're innocent, Maya... - I am innocent.

Well, if you're innocent, you need to tell me everything.

There's nothing more to tell.

Oh, um...

- Boy or girl? - What?

Your baby.

Oh, um...

Boy.

Or girl. I... I don't know.

Oh, shut up.

Hello!

Who is it?

- Hey! - Hi, darling. Hi.

Did you have a nice sleepover at Uncle Eddie's?

Yeah! Thanks for going out there. I really appreciate it.

To "Castle Farnwood"? No problem.

Makes sense though, 'cause this one's a little princess, aren't you?

- Are you a princess? Yeah. - Yeah, you are.

Next time, though, let Judith know I'm coming.

Looked like she was gonna release the hounds. She did not wanna let Lily go.

Well, she can't always get what she wants.

Oh, I'd like to add your name

to the pickup list at Lily's nursery. Is that okay?

- What does that involve? - Picking her up sometimes, when I can't.

Nah, sorry. Sounds too hard.

No, that's not fair, Uncle Eddie.

Here. Here it is.

Ooh. Here.

Has Abby spoken to you about her, uh, brother, Louis, yet?

Half-brother.

She doesn't know that I told you that she went to see him, does she?

No.

We haven't really talked about... anything, not properly.

The same with Dan.

I can see that they're in pain, Maya.

But Claire,

she's who they always went to for everything. Not me.

It has to be you now.

But what if I'm not able? Like...

I see Abby throwing herself into keeping this place together,

and I want her to be the kid that she is, but that'd mean...

Talking about Claire?

Accepting the fact that she's never coming back?

What is that?

Oh. Non-alcoholic.

Uh-huh.

Can hardly tell the difference.

If only I'd known.

So, what's going on with you, Maya? Really.

The captain of the Burkett yacht at the time when Andrew died

was a guy called Tommy Dark.

Yeah, and for some reason, Claire was trying to track him down.

- But he wasn't talking. - How come?

Because someone killed him and shoved him in a freezer.

Christ!

Another murder?

Yeah, and I'm connected to every single one.

Did Claire ever mention the name Christopher Swain?

He was a school friend of Joe and Andrew's.

No, but... what the hell has Joe and his brother's childhood

got to do with Claire?

I actually don't know.

But Swain's name keeps coming up, as well as Tommy Dark's.

I know Claire was digging around asking questions.

I'm running out of time, Eddie.

What do you mean?

Well, if I get arrested, then...

You got a photo of him? This Swain?

Yeah, I have.

This is his profile picture.

Hang on.

What?

Only one part of the city has a view like this.

- Where? - One of our clients owns this building.

- What? - I went there for a Christmas party.

It was, like, stupidly posh. Hard to forget.

- Let me see. - Look.

It's called Crawmond Place.

Where's Kierce? He's not been answering his phone.

Uh, Kierce, yeah, I think he just popped out. He...

- Oh, he's got you, has he? - Huh?

With that puppy dog grumpiness

that sorta wins you over whether you like it or not.

Don't be a fool, Marty.

It's only a matter of time before he pisses on your leg.

No, I think he, um... he actually said something

about his, uh... his phone was low on battery and he's just gone out to...

Look, please, stop.

Just, uh... Just tell me this. Whatever he's doing, it's, um...

It's nothing to do with drink, is it?

Drink? No. Was that a problem once?

Once.

After his first fiancée was murdered.

Murdered? What happened?

She was a copper too. We were all in the academy together.

And she was killed in the line of duty.

Bloke that did it has been behind bars for years.

Kierce is the one that put him there.

He never got over it, and that's when he started drinking.

Heads up, Marty. He won't wanna talk about it.

Sami being... Sami, he blames himself for what happened.

Mrs. Somers? Your groceries are here.

Miss, you can't go through there. I'll call you back.

Excuse me, Miss...

Mr. Swain?

My name is Maya Stern. I'm Joe Burkett's wife.

You're too late. Shame, you're his type.

Excuse me. Have you seen Mr. Swain?

Not since that last party.

Um, what party?

The one he always throws before he goes away.

However, this one was louder than usual, I can tell you.

- Excuse me? Okay, um, goes where? - Where he always goes, of course.

He parties, gets wasted, and they ship him off to...

The poor would call it a loony bin. The rich call it a retreat.

- Hello, George. - Good morning.

What brings you up here?

That smells good.

I don't suppose there's... any left over for me?

I'm not your wife, Dad. I'm your daughter.

Yeah, I know that. I didn't mean...

Sorry.

The grill.

You don't like mushrooms.

I've not been a good dad lately, I know.

It's just, um...

It's so hard.

I went to see Louis.

My brother. Half... Half-brother.

He's coach assistant at the sports center.

- He what? - It's okay.

I know it's weird, but I... I think that he was just...

trying to see what we were like before he...

I don't know...

committed something.

Right. Uh, why? I mean, why did you go looking for him?

- First, it was 'cause I wanted answers. - Answers?

Doesn't make sense to me the way Mum died.

Oh, love, no.

Whatever happened, I'm sure it had nothing to do with him.

Did he say something to make you think that it did?

Look...

How about I reach out?

See if he... wants to come and...

...meet us all properly?

I guess. I mean...

...it didn't feel completely right meeting him the way that I did. Yeah.

- I think that'd be a good idea. - You met him? Without me?

Dan, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. Dan.

Dan!

I miss it.

But I know I would miss this so much more.

Thank you.

- Sami? - Yes?

Would you like to speak?

- Yeah. - I think it's time.

Yeah. It's time.

Hello, my name is Sami.

Hi, Sami.

And...

And I'm an alcoholic.

It's been three years, six days, and nine months

since I've last had a drink, and, um...

...honestly, these last days have been the hardest.

I've had some...

I've had some difficult news to take in.

I know if I did drink again, it'd probably kill me.

Which is, uh...

Which is funny.

I mean, it's... it's... it's not funny, but it's, um...

'Cause the thing that I'm most scared of is...

dying.

Not dying, but, uh...

dying on someone.

Leaving them with all the shit that goes with...

losing someone you love, you know.

That's it. Thanks.

That was honest.

But talking to strangers is not the hardest part.

You know that, Sami, don't you?

See you next week.

- Bye! - Bye!

Molly.

So you decided to show, then?

Sami.

Love, what's wrong? Sami!

Sami.

What do they mean, they don't know what it is?

How can it be serious if they don't know what it is?

It's serious because of what it's doing to me, these, uh...

these blackouts, and they're...

and they're doing tests and...

Is that why you ran?

Just...

I, um...

I don't want this for you, Molly.

Not for you.

Not for our child.

What are you talking about?

You're going to be a dad, Sami.

Whether it's five minutes or five decades...

our child is going to be all the better for having you in his life.

Yeah?

You have to let me in.

You need to let me help you, love.

That's how this is supposed to work. Please.

Well, I just... Just a question, which is serious, so...

You just said, um...

You just said "his" life, so...

What I'm trying to say is, have you...

Did you find out any more info...

- Oh... - ...or is it a feeling?

You're just saying it's a feeling? I just want to know!

You're such an idiot. Such an idiot!

Uh-oh. Oh.

- Such an idiot, stop! - You happy?

I love you.

I love you too.

There you go.

Close your eyes.

Good girl.

Caroline?

I saw him, Maya.

I saw Joe.

What?

He told me to tell you he's...

Caroline.

Who is this?

You don't get it, do you? Death follows you, Maya.

Dan, please. You can't keep freezing me out, Dan.

Mum's favorite!

At least, her favorite of the two things I can do.

I tried calling you guys before. You must've been on the pitch.

Why did you need to call us?

Louis.

Hey.

Hi...

I...

You weren't at practice.

No. When your dad invited me round, I didn't want to wait another day.

Afraid if I did, I'd chicken out. So I came straight over.

What's going on? Dad?

Um...

This is Louis.

Yeah, from the sports center?

It's him, Dan. He's our half-brother.

I'm sorry. I didn't do any of this right.

I hope I can fix things.

Sarge? Test results.

These are the blood results from Maya Stern's car.

Ah. Yeah. All right, thanks.

Oh, fucking hell.

Hey. You know you can't just switch your phone off, right?

Look at this.

Look, I don't care how many steps you've taken today, all right?

Ha-ha. It's CCTV from a petrol station en route to Tommy Dark's lock-up.

And that is Maya Burkett's car. Look there carefully.

She said she went alone.

- Maya lied to me. - We need to bring her in.

I know.

Yes.

- Aren't you coming? - Mm-hmm.

Yes.

So, Captain Proctor. You guys go way back, right?

What did Pam tell you?

She told me that your first fiancée was murdered.

I can't even imagine how horrible that must have been for you, um...

I'm really sorry. It's just...

Well, have you ever thought that everything that's happening with you now...

I don't know, maybe it's somehow connected?

I mean, you're getting married again, maybe it's dredging stuff up,

and, I don't know, your... your body might be reacting badly to something?

Are you comparing the death of the woman I loved to eating carbs?

- Oh, no. Oh my God. That's... - No?

Uh, look, sorry, I shouldn't... Proctor did say you wouldn't want to talk about it.

Well, thanks.

- One, two, three... - Right, come on.

We're going to be late. Quick! Go on. Good girl.

Lily?

Lily, where are you? Come on.

Dada!

No. Lily, Lily, come here. You'll get all muddy.

That Joe's?

Hmm?

Joe's car, right?

- Well, you still have mine, remember? - I remember. I haven't forgotten.

What are you doing here?

You might need to make other plans. Come to the station with us.

- Yeah, well, I can't. - Whoa. This time, you've no choice.

This was recorded yesterday when you found Tommy Dark.

Who's that in the car with you? Your anonymous tipper?

If you're asking me to give you a name, I can't.

- If that's the reason you brought me... - Not the only reason.

You told us yesterday was the first time that you were at that lock-up.

The first time that you laid eyes on Tommy Dark, both dead or alive.

Yes.

How do you explain the fact we found blood in the boot of your car, type AB positive?

So rare that only 4% of the population have it. One of that 4%...

being Tommy Dark.

You're lying, Maya.

Been lying to us all along, haven't you?

- Hmm? - Who's the man in the car, Maya?

Who are you covering for?

Come on, Maya. You need to tell me.

Corey Rudzinski.

The man in the car is Corey the Whistle.

The hacker that... that leaked that... that video about you.

- The one that got you turfed out... - He was working with Claire.

He convinced her to feed him information about the Burketts.

- What information? - I'm not sure.

This potential scandal involving some of their pharmaceutical products.

Claire discovered Dark was being paid by the family.

That's why she went to look for him, to find out why.

I'm sure if you spoke to the widow, she'd say Claire has been round

asking about him, just like I did.

Right, Corey told me that Dark's lock-up contained clues

about where he might be. That's what he said.

Look, I went round to see Tommy Dark's secretary and then his wife.

Why would I do all that if I knew where he was?

It just doesn't make sense.

Look, you know that I didn't do this. You know that I didn't...

- Then who did, Maya? - Him! Him! Corey.

He's been in my car. He could've easily have planted blood in the boot.

It's obvious he's trying to frame me. He's not a fan of me, is he?

- Or the Burketts! Think about it. - All right.

Well, there's only one way we're going to find out, isn't there?

You need to tell us where we can find Corey the Whistle.

Corey's woodland hideout is further out,

so let's try the, uh... the arcade first, and if he's not there, we can double back.

Are you expecting trouble?

He's a hacker. What's he gonna do? Turn us off and on again?

We need to find him. I want this craziness wrapped up as fast as possible.

Marty, go to the arcade. Sami, go to the hidey-hole. Makes sense?

- Makes sense. - Ma'am, I was...

Christ, Marty. Just call me boss. I'm not Angela bleeding Lansbury.

She was in... Duran Duran.

The band.

Thank you.

Uh, ma'am... Boss...

Not now, Marty. I've got a meeting.

Kierce.

Come. Come on.

- Come with me. - All right, get off.

What're you doing?

I don't know why you're giving Maya so many chances.

I don't trust her. Maybe you've got your reasons.

But one thing is for sure. You are not driving anywhere.

I'm serious. Deadly serious.

- Okay? - All right.

Okay.

Well, all right, come here.

Oh my God, just...

Look, I know you don't want to talk to me about this, but...

Are you okay?

I don't know.

But, um...

I spoke to Molly.

I'm glad I did, you know, and...

You were right. So, yeah.

- Right? I was. - Yes. No, no, no, it's okay.

- That's really... - We d... Yeah.

- Come on. - No.

- Bring it in. - No.

- Yeah, come on in. - No, no, no. Oh, God, why?

Get off. Right, stop. Stop it. Just get off.

This is the real reason we don't carry firearms, all right?

Yeah, sorry.

Thanks.

I know about Tommy Dark.

Cops think you did it?

For fuck's sake!

Fucking hell.

- Are you done? - Done.

So what have you found out about Christopher Swain?

No, Maya, that's not how this works. This...

You can't keep me in the dark like this. I did you a huge favor.

Oh, okay. All right. So your favors come with strings now, do they?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Maya, but if you're not going to tell me what's going on,

then the best I can do is give you a lift home.

Okay, fine. Fine!

Shit.

Not telling me everything...

isn't cool, but outright lying to me, that's harder to come back from, Maya.

Shane, I won't lie to you.

Okay?

I promise.

Fine.

Right. Go on, then.

Swain got pulled over a week ago by local police.

He was intoxicated, well over the limit, and not for the first time, either.

Kind of like a pattern for him every 12 months or so, the...

The thing is, and this is...

- This is the strange part. - What?

No record of any jail time. Like, ever.

All right, so...

Right, if Christopher Swain was sent somewhere,

and it wasn't prison, it must be a condition of his bail.

Probably some rich boys' rehab.

Trouble is, the finer details? Sealed.

I think I know someone who can help me.

Whether they do or not, that's a different matter.

Sorry.

I, um... I didn't mean to disturb you.

It's okay.

I'm doing it again, aren't I?

Being weird.

I've never been comfortable around people.

"Tiny Fingers."

She wrote this for you?

Well, that's what we thought.

But now I'm... I'm pretty sure it's about you, Louis.

I suppose she... she didn't have you for long, but...

she obviously never stopped feeling like you were part of her.

Uh, about what you said earlier, Louis, about your dad...

I've been thinking, um,

I'm pretty sure I know how to get in touch with him.

If you'd like me to do that.

Maybe check and see if he'd like to, I don't know, pop over some time?

I'd like that very much. Thank you.

- What have you got? - Uh, have you seen this?

A woman spotted it, and it looped back to Claire Walker's file.

One of the bullets from her murder

was booked out for a few hours a few months ago.

- Booked out by who? - The, uh, detective on duty.

Looks like he was following the official request

from military police.

Okay, that stinks.

You need to talk to that duty detective. Find out who exactly made that request.

Shane Tessier. It has to be.

- What the hell? - We've been locked out.

What's going on?

We've been hacked. The whole system's down.

Shit. I...

- Put out a memo. - What sort of memo?

Thought there might be chatter online.

Something that might help us nail the bastard.

"That bastard" being Corey the Whistle.

He's bricked our whole system.

Hey, this is Marty. Please leave a message.

Marty, Co... Corey knows that we're onto him.

He set traps for anyone looking for him online from a police address.

He won't be at the arcade, but he still might be in the woods.

Call me back when you get this. Hello?

Hello, the car. Can I have the car, please? Yes.

Thank you.

Oh, for fuck's sakes.

Marty.

So the arcades are claiming they've never heard of Corey, which is a lie.

But without a warrant, that's all we can do.

So I'm going to go and try the other place,

and... Kierce, where are you?

Are you driving?

I had no choice.

Corey knows we're on to him. We need to get to him now.

Kierce!

Judith?

- Be with you in a moment, Maya. - Okay.

Take the rest in, Luka.

And please be careful. They're very delicate.

- Yes, Mrs. Burkett. - I still want to talk to Izabella.

Ow!

She's been avoiding me.

She doesn't want to talk to you... Ms. Stern.

Maya? Come on.

Thank you.

So...

I need the name of the most exclusive rehab you can think of.

- Do you... - Oh, no. Not for me.

Someone like you. Someone who doesn't care how much things cost.

Someone who will pay anything to keep their private life hidden.

Maya, who are you looking for?

Very well.

If discretion is paramount...

this is most likely the place.

I'll let them know you're coming. You'll need my name to get in.

Thank you.

- May I be blunt? - When are you not?

In that way, we're alike, you and I. Well, in many ways we're alike.

We both married into the family.

We're both widows. We both speak our minds.

So speak it.

I think your problem...

What's my problem, Judith?

You're not sharing anything with anybody.

I can tell.

Joe could be like that.

I always sensed he had... some secrets within him.

Perhaps he shared them with you, but I don't think so.

Did you feel you knew him, Maya? Really knew him?

I'm not insisting you talk to me,

but you came to me for help, and I've given it.

So trust me when I tell you, you should talk to someone.

Christopher Swain.

That's who I'm looking for.

Swain? I know the name, but...

- Wasn't he... - The same school as Joe.

And... And Andrew.

- May I ask why you want to see him? - It's complicated.

Maybe it's connected to Claire.

I don't know.

Thank you.

Be safe, Maya.

Believe it or not, I don't want to lose you too.

Shane?

Hey, got some beers. You wanna...

Oh, I can't meet, Shane. Uh, I can't talk at the minute either.

Where are you?

I'm at home. About to go out and meet Eva.

It's kind of a, um, girls' night thing.

Maybe tomorrow.

Sure.

Tomorrow. Sounds good.

- Hello, can I help you? - I'm here to see Christopher Swain.

Judith Burkett said I...

Ah.

Thank you.

Christopher Swain?

How did you find me?

Who are you?

I'm Maya Stern.

Stern? I... I'm sorry, I...

I, uh... I was married to Joe Burkett.

Joe Burkett is dead.

I was told he was dead.

Yeah, he is.

I wanted to ask you about his brother.

I need to know what happened that night on the yacht.

Christopher.

What are you afraid of?

Joe.

Joe?

What do you mean?

Joe killed Andrew.

Your husband...

he murdered his own brother.