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...and you'’re the I.T. supremo.

Adam: ...trying to sort out Jess'’ party.

First one since we lost Marnie.

Edgeworth: This is Phoebe Alderton.

Phoebe and he were together until she died.

Edgeworth: And what kind of club night we talking about?

Why did you give me a dead woman'’s earrings, Ol?

Beth: Their new prime suspect is Ollie.

Ollie: I saw him... the night Katy died.

-Who? -Your fucking husband!

-Taser! Taser! -[groans]

♪♪

[music ends]

♪uneasy music

Edgeworth: Beth.

[shudders]

Beth.

Sorry. What?

Have you read the statement?

Okay, could you, uh, just sign it for me here?

Sorry for keeping you so late.

It'’s just better to do these things

when it'’s fresh in your mind.

So you say here that Ollie

screamed at you for reporting him.

Did he say anything else before he died?

No, nothing.

You okay?

I can get someone

to come and speak to you confidentially--

I'’m fine, thanks.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[office chatter]

[telephone rings]

Mrs. Fairchild, one more thing.

Do you know a Phoebe Alderton?

No. I-I don'’t think so.

Are you sure?

Garland: Thank you for your time.

You'’ve been very accommodating this time of the evening.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I was just as--

The case is closed.

Ollie Turner had motive, means, and opportunity.

All the evidence proves

that he was with Katy the night she died, all right?

He admitted it. So whatever you'’re thinking,

let it go.

♪tense music

reporter: Police have announced the death of a suspect

in the murder of Katy Asquith.

reporter 2: ...hostage at knifepoint yesterday evening

has died. Ollie Turner...

reporter 3: ...has died.

Oliver Turner led South Kent Police

on a search for two days,

which ended at Folkestone Harbor.

[news report fades]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps approach]

[kiss]

Did you get any sleep?

Not really.

Keep seeing Ollie'’s face.

I haven'’t seen a dead person before.

Yeah. Well...

I mean, he brought it on himself, didn'’t he?

He... He killed someone.

No. No, no, no, no.

He said he just took her handbag.

-He said-- -Okay, well, I wouldn'’t

trust a word that comes out of that drug dealer'’s mouth.

Was he lying when he said he saw you out running that night?

-Beth-- -Don'’t.

I was with Poppy upstairs.

You could have been anywhere.

Yeah, I was in my office.

You are lying. I know it.

This is your one chance to tell me the truth,

or I'’m going to the police.

[chuckles]

Jesus. Okay. [chuckles]

-I went for a run. -Oh, God.

You lied to the police.

Yes, Beth, I did. Wouldn'’t you?

We were having an affair! Katy was suing me!

Of course they were gonna pin it on me!

But I swear to you

-on Poppy'’s life... -Ugh.

...I have nothing to do with her murder.

Well, if Ollie saw you, anybody could have.

You'’ve got to tell them the truth.

No!

No, okay?

No.

I swear to you no one knows, just you.

You said no more secrets.

You have got to be honest with them.

-You have got to tell them. -If I'’m honest, Beth,

if I'’m honest with them...

then I have to tell them that you were complicit in the lie.

Yeah?

My alibi.

And then what?

I mean, I would hate for Poppy

to end up with us both in prison.

Daddy! Daddy!

I'’m going to wacky club!

Yes, you are going to wacky club.

Yes, you are!

-What? -Parent-teacher meeting tonight.

Daddy'’s gonna be voted in as school governor.

Now, who loves you the most?

-Daddy. -Yes.

Yes.

And, you know, I will never...

ever leave your side, okay?

[groans] Let'’s go.

-We'’re gonna be late. -[Poppy giggles]

Tom: Okay, coats and bags.

Coats and bags. Come on.

Bye, darling.

Hey, give me that.

Let'’s go.

Let'’s go. Let's go. Let'’s go.

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run!

Run, run, run, run, run! Come on! Come on!

Come on! Run!

Come on! Come on!

♪dark music

♪♪

[dance music playing over headphones]

[siren blaring]

Do you go clubbing much?

Hmm?

What?

Do you go clubbing much?

Yeah, a fair bit. Why?

Do you know any deejays?

Dated a few.

I'’m finding it hard

to get anything concrete on this club.

If you know some deejays, maybe they might have played there.

I need to know where this club is held and when.

It'’s worth a try.

You want my coffee?

Yeah.

Don'’t smoke in the car.

Yeah, sorry.

♪♪

Do you...

mind if I...

No, go ahead.

[chuckles]

How are you doing?

Do you think Tom'’s a good liar?

Uh, where'’s this come from?

The night that Katy was killed,

I thought that he was in his office all night.

[sighs] He let me think that, too.

Turns out he was out running

on the beach right where she died.

-Jesus. -I know.

What-- That doesn'’t mean he--

Doesn'’t it?

I gave him his alibi.

He probably totally forgot.

I mean, it'’s... it's hard to remember what you do

one week to the next.

[sighs]

The policewoman made me sign a statement

swearing that he was home all night.

And last night, she asks about Phoebe Alderton.

-Why would she bring her up? -No idea.

But all of a sudden, they'’re asking about her.

So what did you tell the police?

Big, fat lie.

Whenever people ask, I always tell them

I met Tom in a bar.

Which is true.

[woman moans]

Except...

it was a bar in a sex club.

That'’s where I met Phoebe.

When Edgeworth asked me about her,

I just panicked. I...

I lied, pretended I didn'’t know her.

So you were friends?

Mm, not friends.

More like...

Oh, you don'’t have to...

I met her when she was dating Tom.

The three of us had fun together.

But after a month or two, she stopped coming.

Tom and I started seeing each other exclusively.

[gags]

Well, the police aren'’t going to know about that.

How could they? Uh...

That phone I gave you to fix, is it ready?

Mate from work is on it. It should be done by now.

Could you check?

Is that okay? I-I just...

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'’ll give him a bell.

Yeah.

-Thank you. -Hmm.

Edgeworth: Jada, any leads on The Vault?

Could your deejay friend tell us anything?

Jada: He was a bit cagey, but he came up with a name,

Anneka Kovalenko.

She ran a bar

where he thinks The Vault took place a few times.

Her studio'’s in the city.

Might be worth paying a visit.

[street chatter]

Anneka.

Anneka Kovalenko?

Depends. Who'’s asking?

D.I. Edgeworth.

What do you know about this?

Nothing.

Have you heard of The Vault?

It'’s like an urban legend, right?

Why? You want to join?

It'’s meant to be one hell of a party.

For the right kind of people.

I need the membership list.

Do you know where I can get that?

Are you good at keeping secrets?

Two women are dead...

maybe more, so don'’t fuck me about.

Why don'’t you get me the membership list,

tell me what I need to know

before some other poor girl ends up dead?

[sighs] It'’s held once a month,

different locations.

We send out the details by text.

I'’ve got the list of members in my studio upstairs.

[telephone rings]

Pearson: Jesus. You'’re gonna get us both suspended.

Edgeworth: Listen. Tom Fairchild'’s been a member

of an illegal sex club, the same one as Phoebe Alderton.

Imagine who might come forward

if the press got hold of a story like that.

Pearson: Yeah. The Fairchilds won'’t like that.

Hey, did you get any sleep?

[restaurant chatter]

woman: Oh, that'’s her.

And I'’m just glad you're okay.

It'’s been hectic in here today.

That'’s the one good thing that'’s come out of Tom's arrest.

Business is booming.

[scoffs] Wondered why it was so busy.

Haven'’t sat down once.

Well, Mum, you don'’t need to do this.

Don'’t be daft. I'’m just up the road.

And I owe you for the camper van repairs anyway.

You know I'’ve never asked you for that money.

I know. I'’m--

Look, babe, I'’m here. I'’m happy to help.

Oh, um...

you have a visitor.

And she insisted on waiting.

What'’s she doing here?

Shouldn'’t you be at home?

You look exhausted.

I didn'’t sleep a wink.

I kept playing everything over and over in my mind.

I'’m so sorry for yo--

Are you?

Of course I am.

You made me go to the police.

You convinced me.

But I know... [laughs]

I knew Ollie.

He wasn'’t capable of murder.

And I kept on thinking why would...

why would someone want Ollie to take the blame?

I don'’t understand what you mean.

So everyone looks the other way...

and all the time,

the real killer gets away with it.

I think you'’ve got the wrong idea.

Have I?

Guess we have to live with the choices we made.

Oh, and, Beth...

I quit.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[chair scrapes]

[tablecloth scraping]

[thump]

What the fuck do you think you'’re doing?!

-Just leave it. Leave it, Mum. -Hey!

-No. -Leave it!

Can'’t let them get away with it, the bastards!

Stop it. Just stop it.

What the hell are you looking at?

Get inside. You'’re making a scene...

-[scoffs] -...embarrassing yourself.

I'’m making a scene?

Wh-What planet are you on?

What are you doing? Just stop!

You can'’t just make everything nice and pretty,

and then life goes back to being perfect, Beth.

That'’s not how it works.

That'’s better than living in poverty

and pretending to enjoy it.

Moving from town to town, barely getting by,

do you call that a life?

I did that for you.

I did that to protect you,

so that he could never find us.

Ah, bullshit!

You could have gone to the police.

Are you joking? They were his mates.

-I had no choice. -Um, so you say,

but I never did get to hear Dad'’s side, so...

[scoffs] Okay.

No, I'’m...

I'’m sorry. I'm sorry.

Mum, I'’m sorry.

I shouldn'’t have said that. I'’m sorry.

Shit!

♪uneasy music

[crying]

♪♪

-[footsteps approaching] -Tom: Beth.

Beth?

[door opens]

[door closes]

Did you speak to a journalist?

Or did someone phone you?

[sighs] No.

It'’s on the fucking Internet, Beth.

"Arrested doctor and his sordid sex club past."

Oh, my God.

Wha--I didn'’t say anything.

So how the fuck do they know about it, then?!

The Vault, Phoebe, everything we used to do.

Does it say that you used to strangle her?

Is that in there, too?

-Get off your fucking horse. -No!

We all wanted those things!

We didn'’t. I thought Phoebe did,

but it was you. It was always you!

Okay, okay. All right, Beth.

Whatever helps you sleep.

[chuckles]

Fuck!

[sighs]

[Beth sighs]

[Tom sighs]

Well, there'’s no point blaming each other, is there?

It'’s done.

So what we need to do now is keep face,

or we'’re both fucking ruined.

What do you mean? How...

What are you doing?

I'’m getting ready for the PTA meeting, Beth.

-So are you. -Oh, my God.

I can'’t. Don't make me.

The whole village will be there.

If you don'’t, we'll look like

we'’ve got something to hide, right?

You'’ve benefitted from being a Fairchild long enough.

I think you need to start acting like one.

So we'’re gonna go out there,

and we'’re gonna show everyone that this is nothing,

lies, a mistake.

I'’m gonna be awarded school governor,

and you'’re gonna be right beside me.

Or would you rather stay here and hide away...

and have everyone gossip behind your back?

Yeah, thought not.

[birds chirping]

Nah, I don'’t know.

Thanks for your time.

[laughs] Yeah, you don'’t know nothing.

[laughs]

[indistinct conversation]

Jada: Boss.

Jada, Hey.

Do you find any missing persons

on The Vault membership list that I sent you?

There'’s one woman who died,

drowned in Thailand last summer,

and another who is missing,

Ella Jones, originally from Glasgow.

She disappeared back in 2011 while studying at Durham.

But apart from her and our friend Dr. Fairchild

being members of this club,

there'’s no connection between them.

He never worked in Durham,

never lived there or in Scotland.

So just one woman unaccounted for

on that whole list?

I'’ve been looking, but half the names are fake, boss.

My guess, most of them don'’t want to be traced.

♪uneasy music

♪♪

[distorted chatter]

♪uneasy music

Oh, it'’s him.

Ah...

there she is.

Is that her?

[attendees murmuring]

[normal audio resumes]

-Hey. -Hi.

I didn'’t expect to see you here.

Are you okay?

-I can'’t believe-- -Tom'’s idea.

United front and all that.

I'’m counting the seconds.

Just tell me they'’ve stopped gawping.

[man chuckles]

Yeah. You'’re fine.

They'’ll forget about it all soon.

Want a bit of good news?

I got your phone. Mate fixed the screen.

No charge. I owe you one.

Thank you.

Tom: Why they don'’t serve booze at these things, I don'’t know.

Kiran: Good evening, everybody.

Welcome to tonight'’s annual PTA meeting.

We'’ve got school business, fundraising and targets,

followed by a short break.

Then we'’ll announce the new school governor,

who'’ll be joining our dedicated team.

[door creaks]

[breathing heavily]

[women conversing]

I mean, to be honest with you,

you'’ve got to hand it to her coming here tonight.

I wouldn'’t be surprised if she'’s been shagging

anything with a pulse in that filthy club.

woman 2: Maybe she was even a member herself.

woman 1: Don'’t know what you'’d catch, though.

[woman 2 laughs] I know.

woman 1: I don'’t know who would go to those places.

-They'’re just so base. -Yeah.

-[chuckles] -Jules.

[clears throat]

[water runs]

[clears throat]

Ladies, you really should give it a whirl.

Never know.

Might like it.

[clears throat]

[group chatting]

What'’s that, juice?

-Sounds good, yeah. -All right.

After you.

♪uneasy music

[woman gasping on recording]

[gasping continues]

-Come on. It'’s starting. -[gasps]

Kiran: So the big moment has arrived.

I'’d like to announce the new governor of our school.

He'’s a real pillar of our community

and a thoroughly decent chap, to boot.

Please all give a huge cheer...

for Tim Holden.

[applause]

[Tim chuckles]

-Congrats, and welcome. -Thanks.

-Absolutely. -Thank you so much.

I just want to say thank you so much for the honor.

I'’m so honored, and, um, I just wanted to let you know

that I will not let you down. Thank you.

Kiran: Thank you, all, again, and good night.

I need to go with you.

Poppy left her P.E. kit at yours earlier,

and, um, I need to get it.

Beth, you don'’t need to do that now.

Adam can bring it tomorrow.

-It'’s okay, isn't it? -Yeah, sure.

No, she needs to wear it in the morning, so it--

It'’s late. I want to go home, okay?

Let'’s get Poppy.

-Are you okay? -Mm-hmm.

[clock ticking]

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪dark music

[insects chirping]

[rustle]

-[rustle] -[gasps]

[panting]

[indistinct conversation]

Boy: You'’re lying.

♪♪

Adam. Adam.

Adam. Adam.

-Adam. -Beth.

-[crying] I-I'’m so sorry. -What?

All this time, I'’ve been so stupid.

-I should have known. -Slow down.

Slow down. What are you talking about?

I-I have protected him for too long.

-Protected who, Tom? -I saw how he was with Phoebe.

He went too far, and I just ignored it.

I-I should have known it would escalate.

He fucking loves the power.

It is sick. He'’s... He's sick.

What, y-you think he killed Phoebe?

I-I lied to you.

This phone, it'’s not mine.

It'’s Tom's. He used it for all his affairs,

filming himself choking those women, and then I...

-and then I saw-- -What?

Beth, y-you'’re scaring me.

I shouldn'’t have... I shouldn'’t have lied for him.

I should have told the police,

but I was just afraid that I'’d lose everything.

It'’s pathetic.

[crying] And then I saw...

What? What is it?

The-- No. He...

-Well, show me. -No.

-Show me. Show me. Why-- -I can'’t.

Why not? Show me.

Show me.

I-It'’s Marnie.

What?

It'’s Marnie.

-[woman panting on video] -She...

This is here. Why... Why is he here?

[Marnie gasping]

-Adam: No. -[Beth crying]

No. What the fuck?

-It'’s... -What?

[sobbing]

No. Why--

What the--Why?

Why was he film--

He filmed Marnie dying.

Why wouldn'’t he help her? Why wouldn'’t he help her?

Why would he have been filming her?

[both crying]

He let my wife die.

He let Marnie die.

I know.

I'’m so sorry.

Were they having an affair?

We'’ve got... We'’ve got to call the police.

No. No, no. Not '’til I'’ve got Poppy away from him.

No, you'’re not going back there. You can'’t.

We have to pretend all is fine,

just until he'’s out of the house.

I'’ll get Poppy, and then we--

Where will I go?

Uh, there'’s only my mum's, and he'’ll...

he'’ll go straight there.

Uh, my... my boss has a holiday place in Sussex.

You'’ll be safe there. I can take you.

Okay. Okay.

You drop Jess, and then you come to mine

after he'’s gone to work in the morning,

about 10:00, okay?

-Mm-hmm. -Okay?

Adam, I'’m... I'm so sorry.

♪uneasy music

♪♪

[waves crashing]

Pearson: What we doing here, boss?

Much as I love a dander.

Edgeworth: I visited here once when I was a kid.

Loved it.

The smell of the sea.

Nothing changes.

But now all I can think about

is this is the last thing that Katy Asquith ever saw.

Jesus.

Not this again.

[scoffs]

What if it wasn'’t Ollie?

I went to the caravan park yesterday,

and he was there the day that she was killed.

The guys that I spoke to

were too wasted to... to remember what time he left,

but what if he didn'’t come up here until late...

-took the money, but didn'’t... -Ah, no, the case is closed.

I don'’t know why you'd do this.

Okay, hear me out. Look.

So...

this is Ella.

Okay.

22, third year at Durham University.

So? He doesn'’t have any connection to Durham.

No. No, but he was a houseman

at the Charlotte Wyre Hospital in Oxford

the same time that she went missing.

Here she is doing a charity bike ride in Oxford

and then a picture of her in a cast on the same day.

So I'’m guessing that she came off the bike

and she ended up in A&E.

And that is where she met Fairchild.

Exactly.

Two months later, she was last seen

boarding a bus to Oxford.

I know it'’s a long shot,

but I'’ve managed to get ahold of the address

where he lived when he was there.

All right, how are you

gonna search the house without a warrant?

Same guy owns it as when Tom left.

I think if I just butter him up...

He'’ll let us do an unofficial search.

Fuckin'’ hell.

Mm-hmm.

You don'’t give up, do you?

Come on!

[gasps]

You, um, scared me.

[pours milk]

No kiss?

You look tired.

I didn'’t sleep very well.

Yeah.

I woke up, and you weren'’t there.

Well, I came down to make some hot milk.

Um...

don'’t you have clinic this morning?

Sounds like you want to get rid of me.

Huh.

No, it'’s, um...

it'’s quiet, so I thought I'’d go in late...

spend a bit more time with my girls.

In that case, can you take those to the cafe for me?

And face the vulture press,

determined to ruin an innocent man'’s life.

At least I'’ve still got you, haven'’t I?

Of course.

[sighs] Mum says, um, she needs these right away.

Uh, I'’ll...

I'’ll take Poppy en route.

No.

Uh, no, she'’s shattered.

I'’ll... I'll take her in later.

-Okay. -Okay.

You know best.

Thank you.

♪uneasy music

[door closes]

[sighs]

[car passing]

Pearson: It'’s been very useful to me.

So he confirms

what we already knew from the council website.

There'’s been no construction work of any kind,

bar a new kitchen.

And did he say anything about the previous tenants?

Mm. Said he only met the lads that lived here before him once

briefly when he viewed the place.

Boss, we'’re...

we'’re flogging a dead horse here.

Come on. Let'’s head back.

What, nothing else?

Man seemed more keen to talk about gardening

and his bloody shed.

♪soft music

Edgeworth: What about the shed?

Oh, the renters left a great new shed apparently.

Thought he was gonna have to buy one,

and then he moved in, and...

suddenly it was just there.

♪music intensifies

Why would a renter put up a new shed

when they'’re about to move out?

Chief...

you'’re not gonna like this.

We need an excavation team.

Oxford.

Now.

[doorbell rings]

[dog barking]

-Beth: Hi. -There you are.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Adam: Uh, I'’m bit up to my eyes in work at the moment.

Yeah, sorry, mate. Just take a sec.

[dogs bark]

Uh, is... is this what you...

Can you tell me why Beth was here?

-[breathing heavily] -Go on.

Adam.

[grunts]

♪dark music

Need a few more over here.

Yeah.

-[cell phone buzzing] -[both grunting]

Hi. This is Adam. Please leave a message.

Get... Get the...

Get the...

[Adam sputters]

[Tom panting]

[Adam moans]

♪ominous music

Beth: Darling...

you okay with all of that?

Can you help me?

Darling, we need to hurry up.

-Let me. -It has to go in.

You have to go in.

Let me help you. All ready.

-[car approaches] -Let'’s go.

-[tires skid] -Uncle Adam'’s here.

♪uneasy music

[heart beating]

[opening door echoes]

[creak echoes]

You going somewhere?

Daddy, you'’ve got a sore.

Oh, sweetheart, I know I do.

It'’s okay, though. It'’s just a little cut.

Um, Pops, why don'’t you go upstairs,

and I'’ll help Daddy bandage his hand.

-But you said-- -Um, uh...

Oh, what did Mummy say?

What did Mummy--

You know, I meant it when I said I'’d never leave you.

Could you put her down, please? You'’re gonna get blood on her.

Tom...

put her down.

Beth: Okay.

Darling, why don'’t you go next door to Mrs. Bennett'’s,

okay, and wait for me there.

Yeah? I won'’t be a minute.

Good girl.

Bye, Daddy.

Bye, sweetheart.

♪uneasy music

Got this back.

♪♪

Ma'’am, we've got something.

Phone the team back at the office.

Get Fairchild back in.

Nice one.

Tom: You thought I just wouldn'’t find out, did you,

that you'’ve been plotting with Adam all this time?

It wasn'’t like that.

I saw you, Beth, last night!

Well, I-I needed some advice.

What, so you turned to him?

No, I-I needed someone to talk to.

-Huh? What? -[yelps]

That'’s why you gave him...

that'’s why you gave him my phone, is it? Huh?

I gave-- I did it to protect you.

You did it to incriminate me, Beth.

You told me you got rid of it.

Huh? You lied to me.

I lied foryou! I gave you an alibi!

And all the time, you killed Marnie.

How could you do that?

-Ma-Marnie? -How could you do--

What the fuck are you talking about?

Is that what he told you? Huh?

Fed you lies while he fucked you, huh?

[gasps]

[muffled gasp]

If you'’d just trusted me...

-[coughing] -[groans]

What happened?

We need Poppy.

I'’ve called the police!

[heart beating]

Beth: What the-- No!

[Adam choking]

Get off him!

Tom, get off him!

[Tom winces]

♪uneasy music

Beth: They'’re gonna put you away.

They'’re gonna put you away for the rest of your life.

No. No.

[Adam gurgling]

-Are you okay? -He'’s got the phone.

We need to get it to give to the police.

-[car engine starts] -Yeah.

Tom!

Adam, wait!

[tires skid]

[engine racing]

Adam, slow down.

Adam!

Slow down. Slow down.

Can'’t let him get away with it.

-[tires skid] -Please.

-Shut up, Beth! -[gasps]

♪thrilling music

-Come on. -Leave it to the police!

You'’re gonna get us killed!

[tires skidding]

Slow down. Slow down.

[Beth gasps]

[car splashes]

[water flowing]

[distant voices echo]

man: Lower it down. Lower it down.

♪soft music

[indistinct chatter]

[dispatch chatter]

[siren blaring]

[indistinct chatter]

[seabirds calling]

♪ominous music

No one inside.

♪♪