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-[Radio] # 2-7-6 FM #
-[Paul] Hello, Bathonians.

The time now is 9:01,
and you're listening to me,

Paul Watt, on Roman Radio
2-7-6 FM.

And it's that time again --
it's my annual Maximum Wattage,

12 hours of non-stop tunes
in the company of yours truly.

And speaking of truly yours,
today, Bath has got to be

the official world city
of love.

Yes, we have 21 nuptials going
down in 21 different venues.

So lets kick things off
with "The Church of
the Poisoned Mind."

[ Laughs ] What am I like?
No. Course it isn't.

It's a genuine romantic hit,
a solid gold wedding classic.

Take it away, ladies

# Don't you walk away #

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

# Don't you walk away now #

# Don't walk away,
don't you walk away #

# We can always find the
answer, ooh-ooh #

# I know we have so much to
share so we can keep going on #

# I always thought that
we should be together #

# For an eternity #

# Even though I tried real hard
you still wanna leave me #

# Don't break my heart,
I really love you #

# You just don't seem to care #

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

# I keep saying we need to get
together and talk it all out #

# Don't walk away,
don't you walk away #

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

# I know we have so much to
share so we can keep going on #

[Whispering] Are you alright?

[Whispering] Where's Mitchell?

I dunno .

-Hey.
-Go on.

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-Where's Mitch?
-Everything's fine .

[ Laughter and
indistinct conversations ]

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[ Speaking indistinctly ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

[ Screams ]

[ Crowd exclaiming ]

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Crowd shouting ]

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[ Shouting continues ]

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[Weakly] Snake.

[ Theme music playing ]

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[ Bridal music plays ]

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[ Music distorts ]

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[ Dramatic music plays ]

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[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Sighs ]

[Paul] The time has just gone
10:25, and love is in the air.

Everywhere I look around,
I can feel it in the water.

So here's a big fat wedding
shout out to Ms. Lotty Wood,

who around now
over at St. Mary's

and All Angels should be in
a state of post-nuptial bliss

and signing her name
as Mrs. Loretta Wood-Bridges.

Have a great day,
Mrs. Wood-Bridges,

and now for better
or for worse,

taking us to the news,

the laughing gnome himself,
Bowie, with "Modern Love."

Ma'am? Err -- Oh, are you, err--
Are you a guest here?

No. I've got my neighbour's
son's wedding over at All Souls.

So this is the suspect.

He's been arrested,
but he's concussed,

so you'll have to take
his statement at the hospital.

This is the suspect's family,
also close to the victim,

but we can get their
statements down at the station.

[ Cellphone ringing ]
And, err, no, I've gotta go.

Oh, err, ma'am?
DCI McDonald?

Well, she didn't get to Bristol
until 5:00 a.m.,

so I've told her
to get some sleep.

Oh, well, she's supposed
to have been here, err,

yesterday lunchtime.

I know,
it sounds like travel hell.

So you're the SIO until she's
awake and back on duty.

I trust you with the ball,
Sergeant.

-Think like McDonald.
-Think like McDonald.

Sir? We have
about fifty witnesses here.

How do you want them processed?

Uh, well, erm...

Corral them in the church hall
round the back there?

Uh, yeah. That's a good --
that's a good idea.

Yes, in fact you can do that,
DC Lee.

-Sure.
-Oh, and -- and, erm,

just make sure
that they're photographed

in what they're wearing.

Yeah, and retain anyone
significant and let the rest go?

PCs on every entrance and exit?

Exactly. That's great.
Yes, well done, chaps.

Right. How do?

-Alright. Thank you.
-Cheers, mate.

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So, the picture we're getting
is the father of the bride,

that's Leonard Wood.

-Yeah.
-Came through here

from the vestry.

-Where's that?
-Just round there.

-Yeah, right.
-Yeah, so that's just before

the ceremony was due to start,
at around 9:45,

blood-spattered
and holding that.

Pending a positive match
on those bloodstains,

pathology have confirmed
it correlates

to the wounds on the victim.

Ah, that is interesting.

It's a --
it's a retractable blade.

It's aluminium.

-Vestry's this way, boss.
-Yeah. Yeah. Sure.

Trail of, err, blood,
and footprints here,

confirms the, err,
emerging sequence of events.

Mitchell Morrison.

So, he was supposed
to officiate at the wedding

of Loretta Wood and
William Bridges.

Him and Lenny Wood
were best friends.

Ian, can we break
for a few minutes

so the SIO can have a look?

Come on, Ian. Out you get.
Stop hanging about.

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There are signs
of a violent struggle,

but, oh, there's nothing
to suggest a break-in.

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Err, that door,
was it locked or unlocked

when the first officer arrived?

It was locked.

I've spoken
to the church warden.

That door never gets used --
it's always kept locked.

Right.

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There's multiple stab wounds
there to the stomach,

the whole torso, and neck.

There's the defensive wounds
there to the hands.

It's like a frenzied attack.

And, yeah,
someone's been drinking?

Prints'll tell us
whether it belongs to

the killer or the victim.

DCI McDonald's on her way.

Sarge.

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Ah, morning, ma'am.

-Is it?
-I hear you've been in the wars.

Two hours sleep
in the last 48.

Look's like you've covered
all your bases, Captain Dodds.

Right, pace clock's ticking,
24 hours to charge or release.

So, we've got
conclusive trace evidence,

multiple eye-witnesses -- tell
me it's the father of the bride,

and I can be home by tea time.

Well, we've no eyewitnesses,

but I think we've got
enough trace evidence

to get a confession
out of this Leonard Wood.

He's, err -- he's in Castlepark
Hospital at the moment.

-Suspected concussion?
-Yeah.

It's my next port of call.

-Wait. What about the bride?
-What do you mean?

Well, poor girl,
and her sisters,

they've just seen
their father be arrested

for the murder of his best mate,
who they probably know.

Wedding's in tatters.

Job of an S.I.O. is to offer
personal reassurance.

And maybe get some kind
of insight into motive.

Yeah, right.
Sorry, ma'am.

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[McDonald] And then the flight
from Melbourne to Dubai

was delayed cause they
couldn't find a bloody pilot.

Which meant we had to have
a five-hour layover in Dubai,

and then there was
no flights back to Heathrow

for another twelve hours,

so they offer us a redirection
to Bristol via Athens,

which was a result.

But then I didn't get
a wink of sleep

because these bloody kids
were screaming.

Got to Bristol at 5:00 a.m.,
huge queue at immigration,

got our bags on time --
I was quite pleased with that.

Then we came outside, no taxis.

I had to get a bus, sarge.

Oh, well, that's foreign travel
for you, ma'am.

It's very complicated.

I didn't understand any of that.
I got lost at Dubai.

You wouldn't be the first.

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You alright, ma'am?

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Yeah. Two hours sleep and
I had this really spooky dream.

-Spooky err, how?
-Well, you were in it.

You had a moustache.
It was my wedding,

and everything just went
really wrong.

-Oh, y-your wedding?
-Dreams and nightmares.

It's just mental garbage,
isn't it?

So, erm, how was New Zealand?

Yeah. Great.

Trip of a lifetime.

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Good morning,
I'm DCI Lauren McDonald,

senior investigating
officer into the inquiry

of the death
of Mitchell Morrison.

And I'm, err,
Detective Sergeant Dodds.

Erm, do you mind
if we sit down?

[woman] Yeah, sure, please.

I gather you were close
to Mitchell.

Mitchell was Uncle Mitchell.

Our mum died when I was ten,

so dad brought the three of us
up alone.

Three girls.
Still don't know how he did it.

God knows we weren't easy.

And Mitchell was always there
for dad.

And us.

Your father is under arrest
on suspicion of murder.

And, erm, what we're trying
to do now is just to, erm,

try and understand
what happened.

Yeah. And why?

Err, well, we were at the altar,
but Mitchell wasn't there.

So Lenny went off
to see what was going on

and erm, err, when he came back,
he --

Dad did not kill Mitchell.
Why would he?

Isn't it obvious that
some lunatic just broke in,

probably tryna rob the place?

Him and Mitchell built
that summer house together.

They played golf every Saturday.

Lil, say something!

Dad didn't kill Mitchell.

Now would you just leave us
alone, please?

This is devastating
for all of us.

You're well within your rights,
Ms. Wood.

We'll keep you up to date
with any developments,

and you can call me directly
if you've got any concerns

or want to give me
any information.

-How is he?
-He's very confused.

The last thing he remembers is
getting out of the wedding car

with his daughter.
He's got nothing after that.

Do you believe him?
In your professional opinion.

Short term memory loss is not
uncommon in severe concussion,

but his brain scan's clear,
no bleeding,

and the memories
might come back in pieces.

It's like when you have a dream,

and a few days later
you have flashbacks

and suddenly remember
new details.

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How did I get this?

What's happened?
Nobody's told me anything?

We're, err, questioning you
under caution, sir,

on the suspicion of
the murder of Mitchell Morrison.

Mitchell?

Mitch? Dead?

Do you, erm -- do you recognise
this knife, sir?

No.

Where are my kids?
How are they?

Look, Mitch was --
Can I see them?

Not at the moment.

Can you explain the blood
we found on your clothes?

Mitch's blood.

Blood? No.

Can you account for the fact
that fifty witnesses,

including your daughters,
say they saw you coming out

the vestry with that knife --

which we've now confirmed
is the murder weapon

that was used to
fatally stab Mitch six times.

Why -- Why would I kill Mitch?

[Dodds] What father of the bride

comes to his own daughter's
wedding carrying a blade?

Because that --
that aluminum knife

looks like it does not
come from a church.

This would sit a lot better
with me if we had a motive.

Why's that uniform pointing us
out to a press photographer?

[Dora] Great, thank you.

Is that...

Hi. Dora Lang.

I've been trying
to catch up with you

for the last couple of hours.

Detectives McDonald and Dodds?

Yes.

I believe my status on your
inquiry is significant witness.

Were you a guest
at the wedding in St. Mary's?

Ms. Lang is -- is one of
the world's most eminent

photojournalists, ma'am.

That's overstating it a bit.

But I'm on sabbatical
from foreign assignments.

The Guardian commissioned
a feature

on the great British Wedding --

candid reportage,
grainy black and white.

I thought it would be fun.

Until this morning.

I, err -- I have pictures.

-Of what?
-Everything.

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I tried to save him.

-Uh, save who, ma'am?
-The victim.

When that man came into
the church, covered in blood,

I guess my instinct kicked in.

I ran down the corridor
and found him, the vicar.

-And then?
-I took a photo.

I saw he was still alive,
so I tried to save him.

But I was too late.
He'd bled out.

Nothing I could do.

You interfered
with a crime scene.

My first duty was
the preservation of life.

And you're trained to do exactly
the same thing, I believe.

I wouldn't have stopped
to take a photo.

-Sorry. Instinct.
-Cold instinct.

He was stabbed six times.

Not the first time
I've witnessed a violent death.

So, two hours and ten minutes
after the murder,

and you didn't
immediately identify yourself

to our first response team?

I'm here now.

Good.

So, I'll need fingerprints
and a DNA swab, as elimination,

formal statement, and the memory
card from that camera.

Well, that is --
it's a Cannon 81.

Erm, ma'am, this came out
in 1976.

It uses film.

Erm, but we -- we --
we do need the film roll, Ms. --

Ms. Lang. Now, please.

Okay.

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I'm supposed to cover
a wedding at the old barn

over at Bathwick
and three more after that.

When you've just witnessed
a murder?

The assignment is everything.

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Thank you.

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Oh, there's something else.

Before the vicar died,

he raised a hand
and pointed to his chest here,

and I think he said "snake."

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-Are you alright, ma'am?
-Er...

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

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[Paul] It's 11:56,

and we're getting unconfirmed
reports of an incident

at, er, St. Mary's
and All Angels.

Hmmm, okay.

I did a dedication
to the bride, Lotty, earlier,

so, err, we'll keep you posted
on that.

In the meantime,
for richer for poorer,

it's over to Diana
for the latest traffic news.

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So, these are the photographs
taken by Dora Lang,

in chronological order,

starting with the bride and
her father outside their house

at 9:15 and ending here at 9:46.

The, err -- the time codes
are estimates.

What do you think, Sarge?

Well, Ms. Lang
certainly has a flawless gift

for capturing
the decisive moment.

Sorry, ma'am, yeah. Police work.

Okay, here we have the victim
at 9:36 outside the church,

which is just
before the bride arrives.

Seems to be drinking some...

Yeah, it's a hip flask.

Doesn't look happy.

And he was having a fag
as well.

Well, hold on. It's, err, --
well, that --

that door's open.

Well, didn't the, err --
Didn't the church warden

tell us that this door was
always kept locked?

Yeah. And it was locked
when our people got there.

So then now, the Reverend,
he should have a set of keys.

There were no keys found
on the victim's body

or anywhere in the vestry.

-Dora Lang?
-Err, yes, ma'am?

She was the only other one
in the vestry.

Maybe she took the keys?

Well, why would she do that?

I don't know.

-Lee?
-Yes, ma'am?

Can you get me
a background check on Dora Lang?

She's some sort of newspaper
paparazzi or something.

She's a photojournalist, ma'am.

She's a photojournalist.

-[Lee] Ma'am.
-Right.

When someone comes to me
after a suspicious delay

with a reason of why
their trace evidence

is all over my crime scene,
I get a bit twitchy.

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Can you go and see Dora Lang,
get her DNA and blood samples?

See if you can get
a measure of her.

Is there something
she's not telling us?

Lee, go with him.

Ma'am.

She's renting a place
in the centre of Bath, Sarge.

And, err, have you got
anything background on her?

Well, January this year,

she spent ten days
in Oldsmere Clinic.

Well, isn't that the, uh --

Specialises in
mental health treatments.

I can't access any details
without a warrant.

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Sorry, a lifetime of eyes
pressed up against viewfinders.

Right, well, erm, when you're
ready, err, Ms. Lang.

Not the first time I've had
my prints taken, Sergeant Dodds.

Oh?

Under the Milosovich regime,
on my first foreign assignment.

Well, if I can just start
with your, err,

thumb please, erm, there.
[ Clears throat ]

I owe you an apology.

Well, your boss I suppose.

I should've come forward
straight away.

I get --

Well, I suppose it's
a kind of compulsion.

-Compulsion?
-I wanted more photos.

Well, it wasn't helpful.

But then again,
I suppose you are a...

trained observer.

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[ Clears throat ] Sarge?

Shall we?

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[ Clears throat ]

We also need to take
a DNA sample, Ms. Lang.

If I could just...

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Thank you.

So, has the father
of the bride been charged yet?

Oh, no, I --
I can't comment on that, ma'am.

But I-I think you know that.

We'll take a full statement
from you.

But, erm, there is one question
that I wanna ask you.

Now, err, this photograph here.

Now, did you see, err,
a key to this door

behind the victim?
It leads out to the grounds.

No.

So, you --
you didn't take it?

Sergeant, are you questioning me
as a suspect?

No.

Well, I've taken
a three month let on this place,

as you probably know,
so I'm not going anywhere.

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The CPS have agreed
to release your father.

He should be home with you
in a couple of hours.

So he didn't do it.

He's still under arrest,

but we are exploring
other lines of inquiry.

What exactly does that mean?

Well, we have compelling
evidence against him,

and he clearly had a fight
in the vestry with Mitchell,

and I need to know why.

What was going on between them?

I also need to know
about this --

He's drinking just before he was
about to officiate

his best friend's
daughter's wedding.

He looks distraught.
Why?

Lotty, you were
about to get married.

Was there something going on
with you guys,

and did your dad find out?

Are you -- That's disgusting.

U-Uncle Mitchell and me?
That's sick.

Coming here with
your filthy accusations and --

It was me.

Me and Mitchell were --
we were gonna get married.

He was just about to tell dad.

-When did this start?
-A year ago.

And I heard what happened.

Mitchell was stabbed to death.

That's a maniac,
not my dad.

He wouldn't have done it,
no matter what.

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So, there I am, after 250 dates
in 21 years.

I'm standing in my kitchen
at 2:00 a.m.,

mansplaining
the offside rule to Alexa,

and I think,
have I gone wrong somewhere?

And at that very moment,
I got a text from Florence.

"I'm getting married next week,"
she tells me.

So, I book myself
on a flight here,

all set to meet
my new brother-in-law

down the Dog and Duck,
a couple of pints,

game of darts,

and who should greet me
but Sandra?

[ Laughter ]

No. Come on now.
Settle down.

Seriously.

I couldn't be happier for you,
sis.

She's a wonderful girl.

As you might have heard,

the love of my life
slipped through my fingers

a long time ago, but seeing you
and Sandra so happy together,

I only wish mum and dad and
Kirsten could be here.

So, I'd ask you all
to be upstanding

and to raise your glasses
to the bride and the bride,

Florence and Sandra.

-[all] To Florence and Sandra.

[ Cheering, glasses clinking ]

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[ Choking ]

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Florence?

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[ Screams ]

[Paul] [Clears throat] The time
has just gone 2:22,

and in sickness and in health,

that was the Duchess herself
with "Love and Marriage."

You can't have one
without the other?

Ha! Try telling that
to my ex-wife.

Everybody out, please.
Come on, I need everybody out.

Sir, don't touch anything,
thank you.

Yeah, just vacate the vehicle,
thank you.

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Ma'am?

Okay, this is
Florence Saunders.

39, specialist nurse.

Take a closer look.

She's bleeding from her ears?

And it started
with bleeding from her nose.

I'd say she's been poisoned

with some kind of
anti-coagulant.

Warfarin? Arsenic even.

She collapsed suddenly
at the end of the meal.

Someone got to her food
or drink?

Ah, Liz, I need all these dishes
processed as soon as possible.

I know it's Saturday,
but this is time-critical.

Okay, so the victim's
older brother,

her new wife,
and her new wife's mother,

they were the only people
at the top table

and possible beneficiaries
of her death.

I'll get them back
to the station

for formal statements.

Err, no, we are officially
over-stretched here.

It's all hands on decks.

I'll lead the initial stages
of this inquiry.

How close are you
to formally charging Lenny Wood?

I'm not sure.

There's just some things
that don't add up.

But two suspicious deaths
at two weddings in one day?

Well, I've got a couple of PCs
at the station

mining for connections
between both weddings.

-Dora Lang?
-The photographer?

She said she was doing
this wedding as well.

We need to know more

before we start talking
about linked murders.

Mm-hm? Okay?

Ma'am.
[ Cellphone chimes ]

Are you okay?

Jet lag's brutal.

I'll need to be.

Lenny Woods has just
remembered something.

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Something tells me it's more
than a suspicious death.

All signs point to poisoning by
someone seated at the top table.

But let's not talk
about connections

until we've established one.
Okay?

-Are you sure about this?
-Yeah.

He wants to do it, ma'am.

Okay, Mr. Wood.

You're now claiming there was
a third party in the vestry?

Yes, that's right.

What happened to her?

She was really healthy
didn't smoke, barely drank.

Well, that's not quite true.
Flo did like a drink.

-Or used to.
-Not since I've known her.

Err, you got as far as here,

and then, erm,
oh, in your own words,

what did you see?

I saw, erm, Mitchell,
covered in blood,

lying in there.
Err...

Go on.
Can I get in there?

Sure, you can --

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[Ormond] We think
she was poisoned.

We're working on the basis

that someone adulterated
her food or drink

during the reception --

someone close to her,
physically.

Hang on.
You think one of us --

No. No. No. No. No.

I've seen stuff online.

Someone else was murdered at
another wedding earlier today.

What?

Well, maybe you should be out
there tryna find this maniac.

Sir?

Sir? Are you okay?

-[ Choking ]
-Paramedics!

-[ Choking ]
-Clive.

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I remember somebody punched me.

He floored me, and I --
I must've just passed out.

I didn't kill Mitchell.

Some kind of lunatic
or somebody broke in,

Mitchell caught him,
and --

Why would I attack my
own best friend with a knife?

Because he'd just told you
that him and Lilith were in love

and they're planning
to get married.

[ Laughs ] Oh, come on.

No.

Yeah. So, erm,
when you came round,

erm, this guy,
erm, where was he?

Err, he was at the door.

I have a copy of the key
for that door right here.

The key, yes, he --
he took the key out the lock.

-After he opened the door?
-Yes.

Right, so what happened next?

[McDonald] Come on, Lenny.
We need more.

-I-I --
-Think.

-Think, Mr. Wood.
-Yeah, erm, he left.

I tried to go after him,
but he locked the door.

And then I --
I pulled the knife from Mitch,

and I went out there
to get help.

This intruder,
you saw his face?

No. He was wearing a balaclava.
But before he left,

he turned to me,
and there was, erm --

There, there was, erm --
There was a tattoo of a snake.

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Excuse me.

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[ Sighs ]

Mitch and my little girl?

As far as we're concerned,
sir, err, your daughter

and the Reverend Morrison,
they were consenting adults,

so it's between you
and your family.

My God.

##

Ma'am?

You know this --
this snake tattoo?

Well, according to Dora Lang,

that was the last word
Mitchell Morrison spoke.

Yeah. Okay, this --
this might sound completely mad,

but remember the dream
I was telling you about?

So, it's my wedding day,
lovely.

I'm walking down the aisle,
and the groom turns around,

but it's not the boyfriend,

it's this guy,
and he looks kind of creepy,

and his shirt's open,

and he has a tattoo
of a snake here.

Oh, I --
I don't know, ma'am.

I think. you know,
it's just sleep,

and it's --
I think you're getting --

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Ma'am, do we really think
that Mr. Wood,

covered in blood,
carrying a knife,

came out through this door,

closed it behind him,
threw the key on ground,

and then walked round
the outside of this church,

back in through the front door,

and somehow sneaked
past the congregation,

slipped into the vestry,

and then staggered out
towards the altar?

You think Lenny Wood
was telling the truth?

The man with the snake tattoo
killed Mitchell Morrison?

Oh, now, look at this --

That's been made recently,
very recently.

##

Maybe it was left here
since this morning.

It's a message.

##

I'm fine. I feel fine.

We'd still prefer you
went to hospital to get checked.

I can't.
On a flight tonight.

I'm in the middle of building
a holiday apartment complex,

and if I'm not there,
it all goes arse up.

Okay, but you have presented
with the same symptoms

as your sister
when she died,

so we'll need to take
a blood sample from you.

Fine.

And you didn't accidentally,
share a dish with your sister

or drink from her glass?

I don't think so.
Flo was drinking red wine,

and I'm tee-total.

Just over 21 years sober.

Since you lost your fiance?

Now, how did you know --

[Ormond] Oh, sorry, we always do
background checks

on close family
of murder victims.

It's -- It's routine.

I was driving.

The inquest cleared me.

Not my fault, but...

I hit the booze pretty hard
after that, and...

leaving this country and getting
into the hospitality business,

that's what saved me.

And did you share anything
from this menu?

Flo's vegan.

This appetiser --
amuse bouche,

butternut squash --
yeah, yeah, I had that.

So did Florence.

God, any one of us
could've picked up that dish.

Okay. Back to the caterers.

Seize all the dishes that
the appetisers were served in.

Ma'am, there were 67 people
at this --

Just do it.

And tie, please.

Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.

##

##

Is Clive okay?

Fortunately, he only
ingested a tiny part

of what killed your wife.

Alright, here.
Take these, honey.

They're good for your nerves.

How did you feel about your
daughter's marriage to Florence?

I love my daughter.
I only want what's best for her.

Florence said the way
you loved me was suffocating.

With Florence,
I could breathe.

I'm sorry, baby.

For what, Mrs. Blake?

Is there something
you want to tell me?

[ Scoffs ] Are you actually
accusing me of --

You know, Clive's right.
You should be out there,

catching whoever's killing
people at weddings.

You have no idea
what you're doing, have you?

Completely clueless.

Well, we'll soon know more.

Once we recover
the murder weapon.

##

##

Ma'am, this dream of yours --

I don't want to talk about it.

Yeah, well, but, this snake man,
what did he look like?

Err, fifties maybe.
He had a ponytail.

Black hair, dyed.
Receding hairline.

Weathered look.

Foreign, maybe. I don't know.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Sarge, do you think

you could give me a bit
of space?

Oh, yeah. Well, sorry, ma'am.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, yeah.

I'll just go and start
the whiteboard, ma'am.

##

##

One of these four cups
is our murder weapon.

But they've been
through a thorough wash,

so it's unlikely forensics
can pull prints,

let alone traces of poison.

Okay. Two murders, two weddings.

One a frenzied knife attack,
possibly a crime of passion,

and a suspect
with a clear motive.

Well, I'm -- I'm afraid that's
not what the evidence

is telling us, ma'am.

Lenny Wood said that there was
a third man in the vestry,

wearing a balaclava.

He claims that he was the one
that murdered Mitchell Morrison.

And it sounds
like you believe him?

Well, you see,
this door from the outside here.

Now this is always kept locked.
Well, it it's never used.

But there you can see,
Reverend Morrison has opened it.

And Mr. Wood here,
he --

he claims that
this balaclava man, he --

he escaped through this door
and --

and locked it behind him.

And, err, it was locked
when we got there, wasn't it?

You see, now, look. There.

This is the key
to the vestry door.

And can you see,
it's got peculiar "X"

scraped on it.

And it was left just outside
for us to find.

Okay, Florence Saunders.

Three possible suspects.

Her brother, unlikely,
because he was also poisoned --

must have eaten from one
of those china cups.

But Sandra's mother? Maybe.

She didn't like the idea
of losing her daughter

to another woman.

Ma'am. Err, toxicology have
just come through,

that they identified
the presence of tetrahydrozoline

in the blood samples of both
Florence and Clive Saunders.

Imbibed in a high enough dose,
it acts as a fatal neurotoxin,

but not instantly.

So the killer wasn't
necessarily at the top table.

They could have got into
the catering van.

Opportunism -- could the common
factor be opportunism?

So the killer
of Florence Saunders,

he just dropped some poison
into any one

of these 60 china cups?

Was Florence just unlucky?

And the killer
of Mitchell Morrison,

well, he must have been
outside, watching.

So when he saw that the door was
open, then he took his chance.

He went inside with his knife,
intending to kill someone,

anyone.

Okay, so what
are we saying?

Someone with a grudge
against marriage

is just randomly killing people
at weddings?

[Ormond] Did Lenny Wood give you
anything on the man

he claims to have seen
in the vestry?

Yeah, this snake tattoo.

And this poison,
tetrahydrozoline,

how would a member
of the public acquire that?

Oh, it's an active ingredient
in over-the-counter eyedrops.

##

What?

Dora Lang.

Well, she --
she was using eye drops earlier.

She is a common factor.
She was at both murder scenes.

You said opportunistic.

That photo that she took
places her outside the church

with the door open.

Well, any one of
these photographs here,

they put her inside the church,
with the congregation,

even before the murder happened.

She could have an accomplice.

##

[McDonald] Thank you for coming,
Ms. Lang.

As you may have heard,
there's been a second murder

at a wedding today.

You're looking for a connection,
and I'm the common factor?

Well, you were at both weddings,

and at the first,
you left your trace evidence

at the crime scene,
and then you absconded

without reporting
to one of our officers.

Your eyedrops, err, Ms. Lang?

I've been hauled
into a fair few rooms like this

around the world,

and they all have
their methods of intimidation.

But eye drop confiscation --
that's a new one.

We've established

that Florence Saunders was
poisoned with tetrahydrozoline.

Okay, unless
this poisoning method was

particularly fast acting,
which I doubt,

I was at the wedding reception
at the barn

for less than fifteen minutes.

I left before the victim died,
but the reason I was late

was that you were taking
my fingerprints and DNA.

Which was probably when
the poison was being applied.

##

You've never been married,
have you Ms. Lang?

##

Oh, I see --
dried up old spinster,

never found love,
gets so bitter and twisted

that she loses the plot
and starts poisoning brides

and launching frenzied
knife attacks on vicars.

And you're accusing
pretty much everyone

you come across today
of these murders.

##

Oh, it's not me.
I'm too lazy.

[ Chuckles ]

It's not funny.

No. It never is.

You just evolve
coping strategies.

##

Your medical records --

you have a history of violence.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughs ] I don't even like
Alsatians.

I saw this idiot kick his dog
in the ribs, and I snapped.

I just lost it.

I threw a five-grand
Leica camera at him.

[McDonald] Broke his nose.

You're lucky he
didn't press charges.

Pressure turned to stress.

I'd seen too much violence,
and the aftermath of violence

I got help,
I straightened myself out,

and I'm rehabilitating.

Well, the --
the wedding assignment.

Yeah. That --
That worked out well, didn't it?

[ Laughs ] Therapeutic or what?

##

Sometimes, things catch up
with you.

You think you're immune.

You need to pace yourself.

Erm, Did you take
any photographs of the, erm,

err, the barn reception?

Yeah. They're at home.

I haven't developed them yet.

But if you need them,
they're yours.

Thank you.

If you have no basis
to charge me, I'd like to go.

Maybe no more weddings today,
Ms. Lang.

I don't really think you have
that kind of jurisdiction

over me, DCI McDonald.

[Paul] I am getting more reports
of a second fatality

at a second wedding today.

It's all unconfirmed,
and the police have
yet to comment,

so to Sahir and Rachael
over in Victoria Park,

to love and to cherish,
have a great day.

More news
at half past the hour.

[ Indian music playing ]

##

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##

[ Man shouts in distance ]

Rachel, are you okay?

-Is that Hamish?
-[man shouts]

It's -- It's Hamish!
Hamish!

-Sahir!
-Hamish!

-I made it, man, I made it.
-Hamish!

-Hamish, buddy!
-Sahir, man!

I'm sorry.
[ Gunshot ]

[ People screaming ]

Hamish!

[ Crying ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

##

[ Sirens wailing ]

##

##

Hamish McLay.

Originally from Elgin
in Scotland.

Best friend of the groom.
He flew in as a surprise.

No one knew he was coming.

He has no known connections
to Bath.

Ma'am, respectfully,
I don't see

how we can run three
murder inquiries

without any outside help.

I've asked the chief constable
to declare a critical incident,

shut down any other wedding.

Get some screens in here,
please, Goldie.

We've run out, ma'am.

[Lee] I've just spoken
to the best man.

Well, actually,
the substitute best man.

It turns out the victim was
the first choice,

but he and the groom had
a bust-up on the stag weekend.

Punches were thrown.

Okay. Find me a quiet room,
I'll speak to him.

Firearms incident -- we need
ballistics analysis in here

as soon as possible.

Ma'am.

[Dodds] What are you thinking,
ma'am?

Okay. 20-30mm,

one shot to the back
of the head.

The groom rolled him over.

For sure kill,
you wanna be no more

than 20 meters away,
so over there.

##

Look, ma'am, we're, erm --

we're completely overwhelmed
here.

Yeah. Tell me something
I don't know.

Yeah. We already have
a credible suspect.

The, erm, snake tattoo man.

Yeah, but we only have
one witness, Lenny Wood,

who had a concussion and
didn't see this suspect's face.

Well, we actually have
a-another witness.

Err, of sorts.

One who, uh -- One who did see,
err, the --

the suspect.
before the first murder.

Maybe the suspect
in all three murders.

Are you serious?

It was a bad dream.

Just like this is a --

##

That looks like
a Smith and Wesson.

Look at that.

##

Yeah, now it's got
a pearl handle.

Don't expect to find
any prints on it though.

Yeah, especially if he's leaving
us the murder weapon again.

I don't get why he's doing that.

We'll have to compare
the bullets in the gun

with the one in the victim.

The ballistic unit are on
a skeleton staff on Saturdays,

which means I'll have to go to
the firing range

and do the test myself.

And then take the bullet
out of the victim in situ...

What -- What, before
the post mortem?

Is that admissible?

No. But I am gonna
cut some corners.

Dora Lang.

Can you get the pictures
from the barn wedding?

Now, please.

Yes, ma'am.

##

[ Gun firing ]

##

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##

##

[Ormond] Mr. Hassan,
I'm sorry about your friend,

but you didn't quite tell
the truth to the officer

who took your statement,
did you?

I don't know what you mean.

Mr. McLay texted you last night,
from Hong Kong airport,

saying he was coming
to the wedding.

Well, as you can see, it was
someone called Sally he texted.

He sent it to me by mistake.

That doesn't alter the fact
that you knew he was coming.

Or the fact that you

and he had a fist fight
on your stag weekend.

Hamish got really drunk
and was mouthing off, and, err,

I lost my temper.
I did not kill Hamish.

Someone else shot him,
in the head,

while I was standing
close to him. Okay?

-Well, that doesn't --
-Come on.

This is mad.

You can also see,
I've got the Bath Live app,

and they're reporting
three murders at three weddings.

You've got other people saying
you're accusing

friends and relatives,
when it's obvious

you've got some kind of
serial killer on your hands.

I'm just following up on this,
sir.

Do your job
and find this lunatic

before the next wedding.

##

[Dora] A third killing?

Err, yes.

##

-What time?
-Well, it's about an hour ago.

While you and your boss
were grilling me?

Through here.

##

I only had time
to take half a roll --

about 20 prints or so.

Erm, and these, err,
were taken after the meal?

Yeah.
But I left before the speeches.

Hmm.

Well, yeah,
so that means the, err,

appetiser dishes were long gone.

You think the poison was
in the appetiser?

Hmm, well, in one
of the four cups, we believe.

You still think one
of these three did it?

Oh, I don't know.
We're just running around,

looking at everything
and nothing and getting nowhere.

##

##

Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

What happened to you?

[ Sighs ]

##

A 14-year-old,
demented with PTSS,

waves an AK-47 in your face
and screams at you,

and you realise in
that moment of potential death

that you've never felt
more alive.

And if you talk,
or bribe your way out of it...

##

And after every assignment,
I'd be on the tube,

coming back from Heathrow,

and that adrenaline
would wear off,

and I'd feel just empty.

And the bad dreams
kept coming, and I'd try a --

a hobby, I'd try dating,
and then I'd try more dating,

and in the end,
the only answer was

to get back out in the field.

Until last January,
when I had my...

wobble.

And you smashed
up a vintage Leica?

[ Laughs ]

##

I'm guessing you
haven't got time for sex.

##

##

What's that?

##

Well, this --
this wasn't on the roll

you gave us.

No, I took that
my little Fuji.

That bridesmaid,

she took a photo.

##

Go and save the world,
Sergeant Dodds.

##

##

##

##

They're extracting the bullet
from the body.

It should be with you
in half an hour max.

When it comes in,
please tell me that

that bullet came from that gun.

As soon as I know, you'll know.

Thanks.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

##

[ Cellphone ringing ]

##

Yeah?

##

Oh, err. Mm-hm.

##

Sure.

##

I packed up Uni after a year,
went travelling,

did all sorts of jobs,
all sorts of places,

enjoyed myself,
had my heart broken.

Then I came back
four years later.

Mitchell, he --

he knocked around the world
a lot when he was young,

so we had a lot in common.

Sometimes we'd just sit in
the pub for hours, just talking.

He made me laugh.

I thought he was nuts, but it's
what convinced me to marry him.

Did dad kill him?

We don't think so.

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry, but, erm,

do you remember this photo
that you took?

It's of the photographer,
in the church yard

before the ceremony.

Do you still have it
on your phone?

-Yeah. Why?
-Can you send it to me?

-Yeah.
-Good.

Tell your dad and your sisters
what you've just told me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

##

[McDonald] The bullet from
the third victim

matches the pearl gun.

##

Take a look at this.

##

Three "X"s?

##

Oh, look, erm --

Ah, she's sent something
through there.

Err... Oh, there's --

I think there's something
behind the cross there, look.

##

Who's that behind Ms. Lang?

##

Sorry.

##

That's the man, isn't it?

From your dream?

Yeah. I think so.
Maybe.

What's going on here?

##

# Ruby, Ruby #

##

[Paul] The time is 6:45,
and that was classic

'Ruby Ruby'
from the Key Marginals,

requested by one H.F. Mitchell

who sends one, two, three
kisses to the city of Bath.

Plus an extra large whopper
in the post,

till death us do part.

Okay, we got to start
filtering out these messages

from Trowbridge.

-H. F. Mitchell.
-Hamish, Florence, Mitchell.

The victims.

So that's one "X"
or kiss at crime scene one,

and three "kisses"
at crime scene three.

Why kisses?

There's an extra large one
in the post?

Okay, DC Lee, get on the phone
and get me 2-7-6 FM.

Let's see if there's two kisses
in one of these china cups.

[ Line ringing ]

Hi, it's DCI Lauren McDonald,

from the West
of England Constabulary.

You've just played
a request from an H.F. Mitchell.

How did you get it? Was it text?
E-mail? Phone?

E-mail.

Okay, were going to send
you an e-mail address now.

And then can you forward
that soon as you can?

Thanks.

##

I got it.

##

Two kisses.

Here we are.
tThe request was sent

by this H.F. Mitchell
at 5:03 p.m.,

a few minutes after
the third murder.

I don't think he said it right.

He said "I'm sending one, two,
three kisses to the city of Bath

with an extra large one
in the post," right?

-Yeah?
-Okay, well, this says,

"...one, two, three 'X's
to the city of Bath

with an XL in the post."

It's Roman numerals.

Ten, twenty, thirty,
and XL is forty.

Wedding anniversaries.

The murder weapons
there, look, err --

Erm, ten years is aluminium.
That's the knife.

-Twenty is china.
-Thirty is pearl.

The gun.

What's the fortieth anniversary?

Ruby.

And the song's "Ruby, Ruby."

##

What's coming in the post?

##

##

# First thing on my mind #

##

# First thing on my mind #

##

# First thing on my mind #

[Paul] Keep it locked on 2-7-6
Roman Radio.

We got loads more
romantic gems coming up

right after the news

Okay, every wedding
that we know of in the city

has been cancelled.
Get checking

anything and everything Ruby --
streets, venues, people.

All: Yes, ma'am.

##

All in one day.

##

Starting at 9:15.

##

And the killings themselves,
they might have been
opportunistic,

but the victims chosen randomly.

##

But he's --

##

He's also weaving
an intricate pattern,

meticulously choreographed.

Why? Why would he do that?
What's he playing at?

It's not a game.

Sorry, but we're all running
around like headless chickens

because we think
we've found a pattern.

But we haven't found it,
have we?

He's given it to us.

I know that, ma'am.

Just like he's given us
the murder weapons,

and he gave us the key
outside the vestry.

But where's the lead
to the killer?

The actual solid lead that tells
us where he is and who he is?

Well, the dream,
you know who he is.

Don't -- No. Don't.

Well, you saw him in your dream.

Do not mess with me today!

Sergeant Dodds,
my office, please.

##

Take it down a notch.

##

As you were.

##

What's all this about a dream?

Oh, well, erm,
yeah, this man --

I don't know quite
how to put this, ma'am,

but DCI McDonald had a dream
about him.

Last night. Y'know,
before the first murder.

-Are you serious?
-Yeah.

She -- Well, she described him
in detail,

from, err, his age,
the colour of his hair,

a ponytail,
and even the snake tattoo,

and before Lenny Wood told us
about him.

Well, we need to get into
this dream, ma'am.

I'd like to know more about it,
and --

and there's this interview
technique that I --

I'd like to try.

-Have we got time for that?
-Well, she won't want to do it,

but it's all we've got.

-Are we really this des--
-Yeah. Yeah.

Yes, we really are
that desperate, ma'am.

Okay.

Use my office.

I need to get changed.

Thank you, ma'am.

##

##

DCI McDonald.

##

You went behind my back.

I'm sorry, ma'am,
but the stuff on that board

out there represents a clear
and present danger to life,

so that, in my opinion, outrides
all other considerations.

Noted.

Excuse me

Are we really doing this?

Yes, ma'am, we are.

Now what do you remember?
From the very beginning.

Well, I'm standing
at the back of the church.

I'm wearing white.
My dad's there.

Walks me down the aisle.

It's a very sunny day.

Rays of light.
It's all very beautiful

The happiest day of my life.

##

Who's in the congregation?

Well, there was you...

Well, err, family?
Friends?

##

Hmm, no.

They were strangers

So the pews, they were --
they were full?

There wasn't pews.
It was a, hm...

rows of chairs,
three on each side.

Go on.

I walk towards the altar,
and everything goes dark,

like when the clouds block
the sun,

and then the room
tilts to the side.

Who's there at the altar?

They've got their back to me,
but the groom and his best man,

and the vicar is facing me,
and he looks kind of weird.

Weird, how?

Well, he's very young
for a vicar,

and he's doing
this strange gesture.

Show me.

Hmm.

##

Hmm.

##

Hmm...

What?

Go on.

##

Then, suddenly,
everyone disappears,

and I'm alone in the church,
apart from my groom,

and he turns around and it's
the man with the snake tattoo.

##

Yeah. It's him. It is him.

What is going on?

What is happening?

Strangers.

Three seats,
either side of an aisle

The vicar,
he wasn't conducting a service.

He was pointing out
the emergency exits.

The vicar was
a flight attendant?

The strangers were
holiday makers.

Well, he walked passed me
in the aisle

when he was coming out
the toilet.

The man with the snake tattoo.

He was on the same flight.

But which one?

He's in Bath.

We just need the inbound flight
to Bristol.

[Lee] This is everyone on
flight AV94 from Athens

last night
in alphabetical order --

every passenger's photo

as recorded
at Bristol airport immigration.

Okay. Let's see them.

##

Stop.

I think that's him.

Vassilis Giamakis.
Greek Citizen.

That's him.

Okay, credit card hit.

He is staying at The Pond
in Oldhampton.

Let's go.

##

##

Armed police.

Put your hands
where we can see them.

##

Secure.

##

Get him processed.

##

##

##

##

It was an anxiety dream.

The boyfriend, erm,
asked me to marry him.

Oh, and you refused?

No, but I didn't say yes.

We were on this, erm,

viewpoint thing
overlooking the Pacific,

and the sun was setting,
so he got down on one knee,

and told me that he loved me
with everything he's got,

and I -- I just --
I didn't say anything.

I'm not that spontaneous, Sarge,
not --

It's okay. It's okay.

I hesitated.

And now he's got the hump,
and...

I think I'm really tired,
and people are dying,

and I just --

I didn't say yes.
I just -- I just --

There, there
There, there, there.

Can you not pat me?
I'm not a collie.

Sorry, ma'am.

##

Oh, my God.
[ Crying ]

##

The victims, they really need
you to pull yourself together.

##

##

##

##

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Start running this
across the Internet.

Does it mean something?
Can we trace where he got it?

Anything to tell us
who he really is.

-Ma'am.
-Okay.

So what do we know?

Apart from the fact
that he's refused a solicitor.

His passport under the name
of Vassilis Giamakis

is fake,
but a high-grade fake.

And we recovered three
more fake passports

from his room -- Polish,
Turkish, and Armenian.

Oh, the receptionist
at the Pond Hotel

said his English is excellent,
so he can't hide behind that.

And we ran his prints
across all three crime scenes.

No hits.

[Ormond] Okay. So we can place
him outside the church

just before the first murder,

Let's try and pick up
other images of him

around the other two venues.

We're going to need a lot more
than your dream, DCI McDonald.

Mitchell Morrison,
Florence Saunders, Hamish McLay.

All dead. Why?

Why these "X"s?
All these clues for us to find?

What're you playing at?

Do you know, ma'am,

I don't think this gentleman
understands English.

We'll have to get
a translator in.

Well, Greek? Turkish? Armenian?

That's going to take time,
especially on a Saturday.

Well, we can hold him
for 24 hours.

Then I reckon it'll be easy
to get an extension

for another 72,

seeing as he's been travelling
with a fake passport.

Well, basically means
we've got snake boy here

for as long as we need him.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Mastigio Fidi Adelfotita --
am I saying that right?

Translates to
The Whipsnake Brotherhood.

That snake tattoo --
you're Greek mafia.

Where I come from, there's
many men with this tattoo.

Yes, but how many of them
are in Bath right now?

We have a witness
that puts you at the scene

of the first murder,
and we have this.

##

I have come here following
a client who owes us money.

My job is to make sure
the client pays us back.

Now, maybe our client killed
all those people, maybe not.

I don't care.

Not my business.
I don't belong here.

You really think
we're gonna believe that?

Who are you following?

Well, if I tell you that,

my brothers will never get
their money back.

You know, we can arrest you
for obstructing justice.

If you're telling the truth,

that means that you're
protecting a triple killer,

so maybe you do belong here.

In prison. For a very long time.

We just want our money back.

I just want a name.

##

More than my life's worth.

##

Ma'am, shall we just pop
out for a second?

##

Ma'am, could he be telling
the truth?

Because if he is,

then the person he's following
was also on your flight.

This is everyone on flight AV94
from Athens last night,

in alphabetical order.

Okay. Run the names
through the database,

see if anything pings.
See if there's any connections

to any of the victims
or the weddings.

So, snake guy over there
claims he was following someone,

but he won't tell us who --
Greek mafia.

So either him
or the person he's following

suddenly turns into
a wedding serial killer?

Or that's what
the killer wants us to believe?

All these patterns, all these
crosses and murder weapons

is just a big smokescreen.

Ma'am, look at this.

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[Ormond]
Okay, the city's in panic,

but the suspects
in all three cases

are meeting in 30 minutes.

They're forming
some kind of support group,

saying we've been wasting
time accusing them

when there's obviously
a multiple killer on the loose.

Well, they're wrong about that,
aren't they?

[Dodds] They are indeed, ma'am.

[McDonald] Okay.
Let's get down there.

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Ms. Lang.

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I always finish an assignment,
Sergeant.

[man] Ah, marvellous.

We were expecting somebody
a little bit more senior,
you know?

Well, as you can imagine,
we're a bit stretched today,

so you've got us, I'm afraid.

Yeah, and I've been telling you
all along

that this is
some kind of crazed lunatic.

You waste all this time
and resources grilling us,

accusing me of killing
my best friend?

And I knew nothing
about Mitchell and Lilith.

And we had no reason
to kill Florence.

You're right.

All the evidence is pointing us
to a crazed serial killer.

So, the first murder
at 9:46 this morning,

the killer,
err, looking for an opportunity

to kill someone, anyone,
got into the vestry

at St. Mary's church,
through the unlocked back door

and murdered
the Reverend Morrison.

He then took the key,
and we found this key

with a very obvious
"X" scratched in it.

At your wedding,
Sandra, the killer

got into the catering van
and applied poison

to one of the cups, which was
then served to Florence.

Erm, This very cup.

There do you see?
And, err,

it's got two little crosses
scratched into it.

And the killing of Hamish McLay

was a random shooting
with pearl-handled revolver.

It's got three "X"s
etched into the bullet.

One "X," two "X"s, three "X"s --

Roman numerals --
ten, twenty, thirty.

And the murder weapons --
aluminium, china, and pearl.

Tenth, twentieth, and
thirtieth wedding anniversaries.

So, this was the work
of a multiple killer,

who not only planned
and executed three murders

with cold precision...

But also manipulated
the whole inquiry.

[woman] What are you saying?

Sarge?

Oh, sorry, ma'am.

Erm, so you see, now, this --
this cup here,

this is the key
that unlocks the whole scheme

and it gets us to the truth.

We know the killer broke
into the catering wagon

and adulterated
this very cup here with poison,

and then marked it
with two "X"s for two reasons.

One was to misdirect us,

get us to think
that this was all the work

of some crazed serial killer.

But there was
another deeper purpose.

Because when the appetiser
was served,

the murderer would know which
of those was the poison

and ensure that it was placed in
front of Florence Saunders.

The murders of Mitchell Morrison
and Hamish McLay were random

and opportunistic.

But the murder
of Florence Saunders

was specific,
deliberate, and pre-meditated.

She was always supposed to die.

So, does that mean
one of them did it?

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Not one of them.

Because I was punched
by a bloke.

I was poisoned, too.

Well, maybe you took a small
dose so we'd rule you out.

Maybe lots of things.

If I did this,
why would I even be here?

Well, because, erm,
all these people they, err --

they believe that
these three murders are the work

of a serial killer,
and it's in your interest,

err, for them and the world --
and us -- to believe that too.

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You knew this man
was following you.

He's Greek mafia, isn't he?

And you knew
that he was following you

because you owed him
lot's of money.

And you knew about his tattoo,

so you used that
to your advantage

by confusing and deflecting us.

I'm guessing you painted
on the same tattoo

and made sure Lenny here
saw it in the vestry.

Maybe you should look at
the obvious explanation.

I don't have the money
to repay them.

So this is how they punish me --
frame me for three murders.

That guy's your killer.
Not me.

-We have him in custody.
-Good. So charge him.

But the problem is I don't have
any evidence against him.

And everything
he's told us about you suggests

that you killed
three people today.

Oh, he said I did this?

It's been a long nightmare
of a day.

Three murders right under your
nose and you haven't got a clue.

You're tired and desperate.

But if you had one shred
of physical evidence,

you'd have me in cuffs.

Why would I kill Florence?

Revenge.

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21 years ago, Florence was
responsible for the death

of Kirsten Lewis, your fiance.

The crash that killed her
wasn't you driving, was it?

It was Florence.
Had she been drinking?

Is that why you took the blame?

Do you think this is
what she would have wanted,

three people dead?

Is that her legacy?

Legacy?!

Are you kidding me?

I need to go. Plane to catch.

We've cancelled your ticket

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Did you kill your sister?

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I'd just lost Kirsten.

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I didn't wanna lose
my sister, too,

so I told the police
I was driving.

Six months later,
Florence started drinking again,

and I had to leave
the country.

And then Florence
is in love,

she's getting married,
she's happy.

Here I am, burdened with debt

Flo had cash.
If I framed Vassilis,

I could get the cash, clear my
debt, and get him off my back.

So where is my legacy?

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Well, it's this.

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Nothing but this.

Two innocent people
and my daughter-in-law?

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[ Handcuffs clicking ]

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Ma'am.

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[Paul] This is Paul Watts,
signing off,

and what can I say?

Three confirmed fatalities
at three different weddings,

on a day when we were supposed
to be celebrating love

and lifelong companionship.

I guess I should play something
poignant and emotional,

but sometimes, when
you are left asking yourself

"where is the hope?" maybe
silence is the only answer.

Good night.

You and her?

You know... [ Sighs ]

we had the first three months
of a, like, relationship

in three minutes.

Is that a good thing?

I don't know.

Do you ever wonder
where the hope is, Sarge?

Oh, yeah, I do. I do.
More and more.

And?

Well, all we have is tomorrow.

So, I'm gonna amble down
to the Sun Rising,

sink a couple of pints
of Old Peculiar

with a packet
of salt and vinegar

and lose badly again
at darts to Brian Watson,

and then walk home
and count my legs,

if not my money.

Sounds quite nice.

There you go.

Night night, ma'am

Night, night, Sarge.

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[ Beep, line ringing ]

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The answer's yes.

[ Laughs ]

[ Theme music plays ]

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