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1 What the hell?

This way! This way! Whoo-hoo!

Thus has it always been,

and thus shall it ever be.

♪ I can hear your voice ♪

♪ I can feel you cry ♪

{n8}♪ 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 ♪

"Do not weep for me For I have not gone"

{n8}"I am the wind that shakes the mighty oak"

{n8}"I am the gentle rain That falls upon your face"

{n8}"I am the spring flower That pushes through the dark earth"

{n8}"I am the chuckling laughter Of the mountain stream"

{n8}Yea, though I walk through the valley

{n8}of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

{n8}Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

{n8}We commit our brother to the ground.

{n8}Earth to earth,

{n8}ashes to ashes,

{n8}dust to dust.

Joe Burkett.

- Maya Stern. - Military?

No. I'm in fancy dress.

Ah.

Me too. Penguin.

Very convincing.

So, seeing as we're both here at this ridiculous charity party,

would you allow me to buy you a drink?

What, from the free bar?

Have whatever you want. My treat.

I should warn you,

in 11 hours, I'll be on a plane back to base.

Well, in that case, we'd better make the most of the time that we have,

Captain.

No! Joe!

Joe! Joe, Joe!

Come on, darling.

- You okay? - Yeah, thanks, Shane.

- Detective Kierce. - Oh, Maya, these are excellent.

What are they? Vol-au-vents?

What, you've come for the catering? Or you've found my husband's killer?

Ah, Joe's mum invited me.

Oh. Well, you'd think a psychiatrist would know better.

Not today, but there's some things I need to follow up on, about the attack.

Look, I have given you three statements, and you're no closer to catching them.

Your shoelace, it's undone.

Why did you invite that detective?

I wanted him to see who Joe was.

That he was important.

That he was loved by his brothers and sister.

That he grew up in this big house

where he spent his childhood.

How are you coping?

I'm grieving.

I lost the love of my life.

No, I'm grieving.

There's something more going on with you.

I'm fine.

I don't want to push you today, but I think you should get help.

There's so much you're dealing with. First, you lose your sister.

Now, Joe.

And all that army business.

I'd better attend to the guests.

Whose idea was hymns?

Who do you think?

I must have told them ten times, play The Doors,

play... Nirvana.

Play Nirvana? At a funeral?

- Do you know how much they spent? - Go on.

The coffin cost more than your car.

Well, that's not saying much.

I don't want to leave you.

I'll be fine.

Look, I know you think you will,

but I don't care if it's 3:00 in the morning,

if you have a wobble... yeah?

Oh, which reminds me.

- I've got something for you. - Oh?

It is...

a digital picture frame.

It rotates photos of you and your family.

Okay...

I've already pre-loaded some of you, Joe, Lily, and the family.

Except, that's not all it is.

Ready?

Do you want to see that funky move again?

Please.

Well, you can. It's all caught on here, on a secret camera,

which records when there's movement.

Why have you got me a secret camera?

So you can keep an eye on Lily when you're not here.

- When she's with Izabella? - Exactly. Nanny cam.

I'm sure Izabella's great,

but what harm does it do to keep an eye on her?

Eva, her family's and Joe's go way back.

Well, I am putting it in her playroom.

Hmm.

- Hi. - Morning.

Ready for your next lesson?

- Yeah, can't wait. - Let's go.

Okay, you can take her up today.

Okay?

If you'd like to take a slight turn to the left.

Okay, will do.

That's good.

Right. Keep... Keep your eyes on the horizon.

That's a nasty graze to his elbow there.

Is that what they teach military police?

- I was aiming for his elbow. - Ah.

Want a turn?

No. Wouldn't want to embarrass you.

How long have you been back at work?

- Three days. - Right.

- What? - Nothing.

What am I supposed to do?

Sit at home, stare at a wall?

No, but, you know...

Lily?

It's my grief, Shane.

- We need some normality. - Okay.

Listen, me and the guys, we were talking...

- Oh, go on. - How about we come over this weekend?

Nothing crazy. Just a few drinks. Keep you company.

So, it's too soon for me to be back in work,

but not for a piss-up, hmm?

Hello?

Mummy!

Hey! Good girl.

- Hi! - Hi, Maya.

Hi. Has everything been all right?

Of course. We've had fun, haven't we, Lily? Yeah?

We made...

- Angels. - Yeah, that's right.

You made angels?

- Why don't you show Mummy? - Go on. Go on.

- Come. Come with me. - You go in. One minute.

She's been talking about heaven, so I...

Yeah, no, it's fine. It's fine.

Listen, you get off, um...

It's fine. I'm going to, uh, look at these amazing angels.

See you, darling.

Oh, clever girl!

Wow, show me. Show me.

- I'm winning. - Oh, big girl.

Ready...

Wow.

Right, Lily.

Right, breakfast. Go and sit down.

Go and sit in your chair.

Good girl. Here.

Hi, Judith. Listen, I'm just rushing off to work.

Can I call you back?

I thought you could come over to Farnwood this weekend with Lily.

That's kind of you, um, but I can't this weekend.

- I've arranged to see friends. - She spent a lot of time here, Maya,

when you were away.

I know you're not used to being a full-time mother,

but children need their routines.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Um...

Listen, why don't I call you later and we can arrange another day?

Okay. Yes. Call me later.

I'm only thinking about what's best for Lily.

All right, bye.

Unbelievable.

Lily.

- Did you see Daddy? - Dada.

Did you see Daddy yesterday when I wasn't here?

He came over, and he... and he gave you a cuddle,

and he sat you on his lap?

Okay. All right, Mommy's being silly. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Mrs. Burkett?

Can I speak with you?

- Now? - Yes, now.

I need to show you something.

What is this?

It's a camera.

- You record me? - Just watch.

- You're spying on me? - Right, just watch, watch.

- How do you explain this? - I don't know what you mean.

That man there, you saw him. You saw who that was?

- Who? - What do you mean, "Who?"

- It's Joe! How the hell can that be? - Please, Mrs. Burkett, you're scaring me!

Look. It's fucking Joe.

- He's dead, Izabella. - You're hurting me.

He's dead, and he's there on the camera whilst you were in the house.

Momma!

It's all right, darling. Just go back in and watch your show.

Go on. It's all right. It's okay.

I want answers.

I need some water.

Ow! Fuck!

What the hell happened?

Got pepper sprayed.

- Pepper sprayed? - Yeah, by my nanny.

Are you serious?

No. No, I'm a gifted comedian.

Nothing warms up a crowd like the "pepper spray nanny" routine.

All right, Maya. That's a serious offense.

Oh God.

You okay?

Can I ask what prompted it?

I saw something on my nanny cam, and I challenged her about it.

Okay. What did you see?

- It's going to sound crazy. - Try me.

It's gone.

- Gone? - Yeah, the SD card is gone.

- All right. - She must have taken it.

- After she pepper sprayed you? - Yes.

So, what was on it?

Joe.

Joe. So it was, uh...

- It was an old tape. - No, it wasn't. It was from yesterday.

Well...

- You know that... You know that can't be. - He was wearing his green shirt.

That's not in his wardrobe. Or his shoes.

Are you sure it was Joe, Maya?

He went to Lily, and she cuddled him.

Did you ask Lily?

She said he wasn't here.

You know...

- Grief can do funny things. - It's not grief.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's all right.

Look, I'm fine. I'm just...

- Okay. - You wanted to ask me a few questions?

Yeah, if you're okay now.

Thanks.

In your original statement on the night of the attack,

you said two masked youths appeared in the park on scramble bikes.

Yeah.

And then you said they stopped in front of you

and attempted to grab your bag.

Correct.

Right, and then, um...

And then you said...

I resisted. A fight broke out.

Um, one of them had hold of my bag, he wouldn't let go, and I, uh, was pushed.

I fell backwards.

They were demanding that Joe handed over his wallet, and he wouldn't.

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere,

he pulled out a gun.

I tried to call for help.

But before I could, I just heard...

By the time I got to Joe...

he was on the floor.

Dying.

Joe! Joe, Joe, Joe...

Besides a very detailed description of the suspects,

you were able to tell us that the youth in the red Nike trainers

was carrying a 9-millimeter Glock 17.

Now...

that's very impressive.

To identify a weapon like that.

I was issued one. Overseas.

Do you miss the army?

I loved combat.

The adrenaline.

The fear.

It was addictive.

But that's all over now.

As you know, despite never finding the weapon itself,

we recovered three bullets from your husband's body

and three cases from the scene consistent with a Glock 17.

Now, you own guns, don't you, Maya?

Yes.

Do you keep any of them here?

They're in here.

No one can get their hands on them, especially Lily.

Well, how do you open it?

Thumbprint.

Wow.

Huh.

That's, uh, quite the collection. Does anyone else have access to these?

No. Well, Joe used to. But...

What's that?

It's old.

Deactivated.

- Glock 17? - Yeah.

- Is this your only handgun? - Yep. The only one.

And it's legally registered as deactivated.

As I'm sure you already know.

So shall we stop playing games and you tell me what it is that you want?

What I want, Maya,

is to go away and test it. Go on.

- What, you think I killed my husband? - No, Maya.

You buried him. I was there.

So he wasn't on the nanny cam.

Hi.

Hiya, sweetheart. How was your day?

Yeah, good. Well, I say good.

I had a six-year-old say "bellend" this morning.

Had to ring his parents.

- And were they bellends? - Most definitely.

Yeah.

So, tonight, you got your dancing shoes ready?

Of course.

Right, and don't forget, 6:00 p.m.

Yeah? And it's side together, side tap, side together. Yes?

Love you.

Love you too. Bye.

And there's a board members' call at 2:45.

Ah.

- It's in your diary. - Mm. Joy of joys.

Excuse me.

Oh. Daughter-in-law.

Reconsidering my offer?

No, um...

I need to ask you something about Joe.

What is it?

When you, uh... when you went to see him...

to... identify his body...

Yes?

What did he look like?

Why on earth would you ask me that?

"What did he look like?" What sort of a question is that, Maya?

Because I never saw his body.

Maya, please. I urge you to think again about counseling.

I have an excellent colleague at the clinic. Specializes in grief.

I don't need counseling.

Please, just tell me what he looked like.

- There's no stigma attached to it, Maya. - Judith.

He looked like what he was.

Beautiful.

But a body.

Everything that made him Joe

was gone.

- All right, thank you. - Okay, mate.

Yep. All right. Yep.

Cheers. All right. Thanks. Yeah.

Oh, God.

A cat?

Yeah, from nowhere. It jumped out, I swerved.

Next thing I know, I've hit a fence.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Not a scratch, unlike the car.

- Can I have a replacement? - Most likely.

But, Sami, I'm just going to ask you this straight.

- Oh, come on, Pam. - You've had your challenges.

And I know you've risen to meet them, but we're all capable of...

One thousand, two hundred seventy-eight days sober.

Do you know how long that is? Nearly three and a half years.

- You're getting married. - And?

Oh, come on, Sami.

Are you sure the wedding's not bringing back

unhappy memories of what happened last time?

It was a cat.

It was an accident.

It was a complete freak event.

Okay, fine.

I'm partnering you up on the Joe Burkett case.

Oh, no, no, no. Come on.

Marty McGreggor. He's young, he's bright,

and he'll benefit from the wisdom of an older man.

So I'm being babysat by a child?

Don't see it as babysitting.

See it as someone to help you avoid cats.

Oh my God, this is... this is so exciting.

Sir, I'm really stoked to be...

You know, I think we'll be a really good team.

- Oh God. - I think... Are you... Are you stoked?

Just here. Yeah. Yes, yes, I'm stoked. Very stoked.

Margrete Corner.

This is where the attack happened. Do you know who Margrete was?

- Oh, a painter, was she? - No.

The ruler of Denmark, Norway, and Sweden in the 1300s.

Now, you're probably thinking...

...why does she have a corner

in a UK park?

Uh, yeah, why?

- Fuck knows. - Ah.

But she does.

And this is where Joe Burkett was murdered on the night of the 12th.

The wife's statement's all we have to go on.

Come on.

You know she left the army under controversial circumstances?

Yeah, yeah. It was a kind of a whistleblower thing, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, she killed innocent civilians. Corey the Whistle leaked the details.

- People wanted her in prison. I remember. - Yeah.

Yeah, and then... then...

And then today, she claimed to see her dead husband alive.

- What? - Yeah.

Nice me says,

she's in grief.

She lost her sister and her husband in a short period of time,

and she's seeing things. But...

...the cynical me says,

if she did do it, maybe she's trying to show us that she's losing it,

you know, to plead diminished responsibility.

Well... does she have a motive?

Well, you learn motive isn't always clear.

- You know, we dig. - Right.

- We find reasons. - Okay.

Oh, well, uh, rich family.

I mean, Burkett Global Enterprises. Kerching!

Is she in line for a big payout?

Some life insurance.

But most of the money goes into trust for their daughter,

but that was all pre-agreed years ago.

So, well, maybe it is exactly as she says, you know.

Two kids on motorbikes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Which is why we need a ballistics check on her gun.

Right.

Oh, but yeah. Okay, I'll get on it.

Yeah. And while you're there, chase them up on the bullets.

I requested a matching review to see

if the killer's gun could be linked to any other incidents.

- Ballistics, bullets. Yes, Cap. - Hey, whoa.

Don't. Never... Never do that again. Just...

No "Cap."

What... What is that?

Oh, it's, uh, chocolate, whey protein, spinach, and a little bit of banana.

Did you want to...

- You should... - I should. Yeah, okay, well, I'll...

- I'll see you... I'll see you back at... - Yep.

God help me.

Hello, you reach Izabella. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Call Charlie.

- Hello? - Charlie, it's Maya.

Have you seen Izabella up your way?

Uh, yeah, I think I saw her come back a little while ago.

- Think she's at the house in the grounds. - All right. Okay. Thanks. Bye.

Come on then.

Yeah.

- Hi, Lily. Hi, Auntie Maya. - Hi, Dan. We haven't seen you in ages.

- Sorry, Auntie Maya. - Is your dad in?

- Yeah, just inside. - Yeah. Come on, then.

Hey.

And once again, playing with caution.

There you go. Go and find Abby.

Hey, Lily! Hello.

Always amazing.

- Eddie. - All right.

Do you mind looking after Lily for me for an hour? I need to speak to someone.

Yeah, whatever.

- Auntie Maya! - Abby! Aw!

I'll come and see you today. Maybe second half.

- You don't need to. - No, I want to.

- How are you getting there? - How do you think?

What, with that in your hand?

One drink. I'm fine.

I don't drink and drive, Maya. It's one drink.

Eddie.

It's bad enough that the kids are living in the house that their mum was killed in.

The boxes...

Let me take them out.

- I'm dealing with it. - Saying that for weeks.

Well, maybe you'll understand when you start to throw Joe's stuff.

Know how it feels now, don't you?

Please, let me help.

- My wife, my problem. - Yeah, and my sister, Eddie.

I think that trumps marriage.

I know I wasn't here as much as she'd have liked.

But you were off saving the world?

She hated you being away. You know that.

She was worried every shithole conflict you went to would be your last,

and one day she'd get a call telling her as much.

But it was the other way around.

Hiya.

- Hey. - Why are you at Farnwood?

I've been, uh, updating Judith. How's the nanny situation?

Right.

Well, I'm going to see Izabella now to talk about it.

Asking what?

If she saw Joe.

- Why she took my SD card. - Come on, Maya.

Listen, I know.

Maybe I am going crazy.

But she saw what I saw.

And now she won't even speak to me.

- Do you want me to come with you? - No, thanks.

All right, well, be careful.

He's gone, Maya.

Joe.

You know that.

See you.

Izabella, it's Maya.

Will you just open the door?

Please. I just need to talk to you about Joe.

I know you're in.

Izabella!

I can see your feet.

I'm sorry I grabbed you. I panicked. Just...

Just please open the door.

Ah, hi.

What's all this?

Oh yeah, they, uh... they changed it. Don't know why.

It's awful.

It's a car.

It's green.

Looks like Kermit. Kermit vomit.

Feel free to walk home after dance lesson.

- I'd rather. - Do.

I will.

♪ You're the greatest ♪

♪ You're too much for me... ♪

Very nice.

- That's it. - Disappointing.

- I'm so sorry. I... I don't know the... - I'll close up late.

- Don't worry. - Thought it was lovely.

- You do know... - Yeah, sure.

- You're making me look bad. - Yeah, yeah.

That was bad.

- Drag. Drag. - ♪ You're my symphony ♪

- Two, three, four. Slide. Slide. - ♪ You're the most supreme ♪

♪ The biggest dream ♪

♪ And, oh, so super fine ♪

♪ You're the greatest ♪

♪ Yes, the great... ♪

- Stop it. Stop. - Stop.

- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. - Um...

Sorry.

How long till the wedding?

Stop it. Don't laugh.

- Four weeks. - Four weeks. Yeah.

We've got our work cut out.

Stop it, please. Please.

Sorry.

Don't give the ball away. Chase it. Chase it. Keep moving. Come on.

Let's go.

- Go on, Abby! Go on! - Pretend it's a donut, Abby.

That'll get you moving. My granny could play better than you.

Move it. Faster, you bloody donkeys! Come on!

Faster! Talk to each other! Come on!

Don't give it away!

Chase it! Quicker. Quicker. Come on!

Come on!

Abby, challenge! Challenge!

Awful.

Ref! Number five.

Abby, off.

Off!

Awful.

Woeful.

Maybe ease up on the cakes. Yeah? Your bulk's not helping.

- Hey! Coach. - Middle of a game here.

- Yeah, I'm Maya Stern. I'm Abby's aunt. - Maya, don't.

Yeah, I know who you are, Captain.

- I'm talking to you. - What?

They're kids. I'm ex-forces, and I've heard sergeant majors go easier.

- They're embarrassing themselves. - No, no, you are.

- You can't speak to kids like that. - Who the hell are you? I'm a winner.

- Oh my God. - Yeah? You want rainbows and bluebells?

Well, get her in the art club. Now, excuse me. I'm coaching a team.

Okay, yeah. You're a rude man.

- Whatever. - Yeah.

- Don't turn your back on me. - Get off.

I said, don't turn your back on me!

Cunt.

- You fucking... - Go on.

Give me an excuse to put you down.

Go on.

- Nah, you're not worth it. - Yeah, I thought so.

- Bye. - Do one.

Come on, wake up!

You okay?

Yeah? Don't worry. Come on.

Maya.

Maya.

- Wait in the car, please. - Oh, here we go.

- I don't want you around my children. - Oh, Eddie, come on. The guy was a bully.

It's not just that.

- You don't get it, do you? - No. Obviously I don't. No.

The army. That incident.

Then Claire, now Joe.

Death follows you, Maya.

You sure you've only had that one drink?

You think I wasn't torn in half when my sister died?

I wasn't even here, Eddie. They're her kids.

- They're all I have left of her. - Stay away.

- No, you can't do that! - You stay the fuck away!

In the car, please!

Dick.

So, I spoke with Sharon about the dress.

She said that this little fella will definitely show,

but she said she can do some kind of,

I don't know, frill thing to conceal it a bit.

But everyone attending knows that you're pregnant, so...

It's our wedding day, Sami.

I want to look the blushing bride...

...not like we're dashing down the aisle

because you managed to slip one past the goalie.

Yeah.

Hello?

What's up?

I'm sorry, it's just...

It's just this murder.

Plus, they gave me a partner.

Is that a bad thing?

Yes.

He's about three. A health nut.

Duran Duran came on the radio. He'd never even heard of them.

- What a bastard. - No, no.

Never heard of Duran Duran?

I'm not saying he should like them, not saying he should recite their lyrics,

but he never even heard of them.

No, I agree. He should be fired immediately.

Come here, you big, daft bugger.

Ugh.

Listen.

It's a job, Sami.

An important job, but a job nonetheless.

Yeah. Yep, yep, yep.

Come here.

Oh.

Two, thanks.

- Same again? - Yes.

- Some fresh... - Yeah, no, I told him.

Hello?

Yo. It's Marty. I've, um, just sent you the ballistics report

on the bullets that killed Joe Burkett.

Have you got it?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Yeah. You're not going to believe your eyes.

- Who wants a hot dog? - Shane, got you this.

- Beer! - There you go. Here you are, Bono.

- Thank you. - When's your next tour kicking off?

- Two weeks now. - Two weeks?

- God, that's soon. - I know.

Gotta say, I'm glad you're not going back there.

Although if it wasn't for you, Brian wouldn't be here. So...

Not sure whether that's a good thing.

- Oh! - No!

- I know what you're gonna do. - No?

Mm, yeah!

- No! Shane! - Toast!

- For God's sake. - Toast!

- Come on in. Gather in. - I hate when he does this.

- Maya. - No.

Yes. Well, I wanted to thank you...

...for having us bunch of degenerates over at your humble palace, maybe?

And, uh...

And I think I speak for everybody when I say...

...we've missed you loads, little sister.

- Thank you. - Haven't we?

Yeah.

Hey, stay strong.

- Oh, for God's sake, stop it! - Okay, okay, okay.

- To Maya... - Sit down.

...the best combat copter pilot I've ever flown with, our Captain.

- To Maya! - Sit down.

And little Lily the hurricane!

- Cheers. - Cheers, mate.

Cheers.

You okay?

- Stop it. - Stop what?

You. You're treating me like a widow.

Maya, I hate to break it to you, but that's exactly what you are.

Which is convenient, really, because you've always suited black.

A big one.

I know this is going to sound crazy, Shane.

But I keep thinking that I'm seeing him.

It's natural, Maya.

People do this all the time.

When you lose someone, it's like...

I dunno. It's like you still want them to be there, you know?

Yeah.

I'm going to sound even crazier now when I tell you this.

Uh-oh.

I think I'm being followed.

By who?

I don't know.

I've seen the same car twice.

I've noted down the plate. It's a red Volkswagen.

"EJ72 VMX."

- Do you think you can find the owner? - Not legally.

Yeah, but you can.

Yeah, send it to me.

Thanks.

- Mother-in-law. - Good luck.

Hello?

Maya, what happened? Izabella's saying she won't work for you anymore.

She's here now.

Right, well, don't let her leave. I'll come over now, yeah? Keep her there.

- Shane... - Look after Lily?

- Yeah. - Got you.

- Luka. - You attack her.

- Izabella! What'd you do with the SD card? - Fuck you. She's scared of you!

Let me past, or I swear to God...

- Leave her alone. - I just need to talk to her about Joe.

- Leave her... - She fucking pepper sprayed me!

Izabella!

You can't run from this!

Why did you let her leave?

What was I supposed to do? Keep her prisoner?

I needed to speak with her, Judith.

She says you attacked her.

- I didn't attack her. - You laid hands on her?

- Yes. - Then what's the difference, Maya?

- Why did you do that? - Why was she here?

Well, her family has been employed by ours for many years.

- Long before you came. - Oh, so you believe her?

Does it matter that I was married to your son?

Does it matter that I'm the mother of your grandchild?

She says she caught you spying.

And did she tell you what I saw?

No.

No.

I saw Joe.

I saw Joe, Judith.

Joe?

On the camera.

I don't know how, but that's what I saw.

So answer me this.

How can a dead man appear on a secret camera?

How can... How can a dead man cuddle his own daughter?

Stop it. Stop this.

Now, you know that can't be true.

You... wanted to see him...

...so you saw him.

- And then you started accusing Izabella. - It wasn't a vision, Judith. He was there.

Maya, it's your subconscious.

Don't fucking analyze me, Judith.

- Please don't swear in my home. - I know what I saw.

What, my dead son whom we buried?

I'm going to tell you the truth now, Maya. I'm worried about you.

All those things you went through when you were abroad.

- I'm fine. - You never dealt with them.

- Are you saying I'm going mad? - No, I'm saying you never dealt with them.

Or the scandal that followed.

And if I'm to be brutally honest,

I wonder whether you are in a fit state

to be looking after that little girl right now.

Don't you dare question my parenting.

I saw him.

And I'm not going mad.

Did you love him, Maya?

What?

Simple question. My son, did you love him?

You know I did.

Because I did, to my core.

But sometimes, when you were together...

I loved him!

But if I'm honest, Judith...

I did often wonder,

was there a voice in his ear,

a little voice...

saying, "Is she good enough...

this bit of rough?"

"Was she really good enough for my special boy?"

Because I'm not one of you.

Am I?

And I never will be.

Okay, come in.

Hiya.

We're just having a bit of a barbecue.

Maya, the, um, 9-millimeter bullets we recovered from your husband's body,

we ran them through ballistics to see if the bullets matched

any of the cases on our database.

And they did.

They did.

The gun that killed your husband...

was also used to kill your sister...

...Claire Walker.