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Chris Chandler and Kate Blair,
both pronounced dead by paramedics.

Ten years ago, a girl named Karen
Myers was found in the same river

as Dan Blair, just a mile upstream.
The body was found the next day.

Does she know what she's doing?
She knows what she's doing.

One explanation could be there was
a fourth person in the car.

My wife of ten years is dead.
My son's in a coma.

How dare you suggest
I had anything to do with this?

So what brings you here?

Karen Myers. You were the last
person that saw her alive.

Dan Blair - he didn't make it.

You are charged under common law
that you murdered Kate Blair

and your son, Daniel Blair.

She was the primary target.

We've been looking down
the wrong end of the telescope.

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪

WOMAN SCREAMS
Oh, my God! They're coming! Help me!

SHE SCREAMS
They're coming! They're coming!

It's OK, it's OK.
Let's get her out of here.

Get her in the car.
Dan, in the car! Get in!

Where are we going?

She must've been
in a hell of a state.

They didn't even stop
to pack up their stuff.

GUNSHOTS

The killer lifts her out of the car,
keeps her wrapped up in the blanket...

You'd only remove a body if you were
sure it would incriminate you.

Or if the victim's identity
would lead straight to you.

So where exactly
was she running from?

SHE SCREAMS

Someone hit the brakes hard.

And recently -
the sap's still tacky.

And there's car paint.

So where did the car come from?

Let's see.

From a lane that serves
a dozen or so properties,

connects up to the main road.

She could've escaped
from any one of them.

She could've escaped from a car,
too.

We should get back to Guillam.

Where's our ride?

I'll call him.

No, I won't. No signal.

Me neither.

Bellemeade Farm, let's have a look.

DJ: 'OK, guys,
to play us out this evening,

'here's one of my favourite tracks
from 2005. Goodnight.'

Do you think there'll be anyone
there I know?

What, you mean, like, famous?

Yeah.

No. They're more like...City
people, maybe the odd politician.

Just remember what I said. I will...

Where the hell is he?

There's no way
we could've missed him.

No, one road in, one road out.
He's got to be around somewhere.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Nikki?

Car coming.

Hi. Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.

We're working on
the River Malt shooting.

ID?

Oh. Right. Claudia Baxter.

Has there been some new development?

Well, we're looking for a colleague, DS Guillam.
He was heading up here to speak to you.

I'm sorry,
I left the house first thing.

Is there any chance we could use your phone?
We've both got zero reception.

Sure. Come in.

There you go. Ah, thanks so much.

Any chance of a glass of water?

Yes, of course. Thank you.

KEYPAD BEEPS

Hi, Malcolm. It's Nikki.
Where are you?

We're at Bellemeade Farm
with Claudia Baxter.

Call on this number
when you get the message.

Malcolm?

Is that your son?

Michael. What does he do?

Studying zoology at Leeds.

Oh, right.

After the shootings,
he said he'd come home,

but I didn't want to
disrupt his studies.

Malcolm?

Did you throw a party recently?

I had some friends down.

I wouldn't call it a party, exactly.
How did you know?

Trained eye.

You have tyre treads
on your lawn outside

and a load of empty booze bottles
in your bin.

That IS a trained eye.

DOOR OPENS

Everything all right?
Did you manage to make your call?

I did, thank you. Can't reach him.

Must be a misunderstanding. Right.

I think we should head back
to the river and wait for him there.

Really? Would you like a lift
back down the hill?

No, it's fine, we'll walk.

Are you sure? It's no...
Positive. Thanks.

Nice to meet you.

DOOR SHUTS

Why are we walking?

Guillam uses these picks.
He's been here.

So? Probably got no answer and
headed off. Well, then, where is he?

We would've passed him. You said
it - one road up, one road down.

I'm sure I saw someone
behind that barn.

It's a farm, it could be anyone.

What do you want to do?

Have another look around.
Discreetly.

Paint on that tree was black, right?
Yeah.

No damage this side.

None here either.

DOG BARKS

It's Guillam's car.

Oh, no.

KNOCKING

GUNSHOT

Go, go, go, go. Go!

DOG BARKS

Come on!

Oh, my God!

SHE CRIES OUT

Nikki! Are you OK?

Shit!

Get up. Come on, get up.

Come on, let's go.

OK?

NIKKI GROANS

(Nothing.)

Shit! What have we walked into?

OK...

We're getting out of here. OK?
Stay here a sec.

Come on, we've got to go.

UNDERGROWTH RUSTLES

Shh-shh-shh. Shh.

GUNSHOT

All right. Get them out.

OK, thanks.

We think that the fourth victim
in the car - the blonde female -

was the real target
and the family were just unlucky.

She's probably
one of the girls in the freezer.

Guillam's murder supports that.

They died because of
whatever's going on on this farm,

not because of a messy divorce.

Oh, Christ.

What about Claudia Baxter?
Have you picked her up yet?

Not yet.

The definition of "Prime Central
London" is expanding by the day,

which means that the smart money
is no longer in Kensington

or Notting Hill, but in previously
second- and third-tier locations.

Kilburn Square development
embodies that paradigm shift.

RATTLING
Linked by...

Linked by mainline rail,
road and Tube,

Kilburn Square
is a mixed used development,

combining prime residential office
and retail... Simon.

Please forgive me.
It'll only take a moment.

MURMURING

DOOR SHUTS

There's a dead policeman
on my property!

Which you genuinely
know nothing about.

The girls...
They found the girls, Simon.

And I'm telling you, if it comes
to it, I will tell the truth.

The truth? What do you mean?

I mean, I had nothing to do with...
with what happened to them.

Come on, Claudia.

We've all got our hands dirty,
one way or another.

We're all implicated.

You won't drag me deeper into this.
I won't let you.

How much of this is news to you,
Simon? I want to know.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

He said he was sending someone
to mop up.

I should've told you.
You bloody should have. OK...

I'm sorry. I handled it badly.
Bit of an understatement, isn't it?

OK, but what matters is what we do
next. What YOU do next.

We need to think very carefully
about damage limitation.

I'll leave that to you.
I'm getting on a plane.

That, Claudia, is the very last
thing that you should do.

For one, think of Michael.

I'll take him with me. Flight
speaks of guilt, which in...

And we're not guilty?

Like you said.
We've all got our hands dirty. Shh.

Some of us more than others.

OK, I'm going to forget
that you said that, for your sake.

I remember once, we were
cleaning up, back in the early days,

a hotel suite in Marylebone,
I think it was.

Vomit, coke, fag burns and the rest,
and you turned to me and you said,

"Claudia, you want to enjoy the high life,
you'd better embrace some serious low life."

What's going on?
We're just wrapping up.

Jack, anything?

Well, we've got tools and bleach and
all sorts of lovely stuff up here.

I think he was here to clean up.
And...

..car rental documents.

What's your name?
Surely, you can tell me that.

What happened to those girls?
Did you kill them?

Here's how this goes.

You've killed a cop.

Which means your life from here on
in will either be miserable

or intolerable.

Little things - your cellmate,

the remand prison we put you in -

they can make all the difference.

KNOCK AT DOOR, DOOR OPENS

Ma'am.

The Jeep was rented by
a Dutch national called Johan Kranz

a month ago.
Photo ID is a match to the suspect.

The Dutch police say
he has no record,

but they were able to tell me he's
a freelance close protection expert.

Sounds like cover
for a multitude of sins.

Maybe protection from prosecution
in this case.

Jack thinks he was down there
to clean house.

What about Miles Blair?

I've advised the CPS
to drop the murder charges.

Soon as they confirm,
we inform him in person.

Want me to break the news?

No, but I appreciate the offer.

It's my mess, so I'll clean it up.

Simon, it's Amy.
I've just seen the news.

'Simon, it's Amy.
I've just seen the news.

'What is going on at the farm?

'Does this have anything to do
with you or with Karen?

'Call me.'

Well, despite a spot of turbulence,
that went bloody well, I thought.

Feng's a lock, Harbinson's a lock,

and when he sees the numbers,
I think Bowman'll bite, too.

You told me
they had someone in custody.

Yeah, they do.
The woman's ex-husband.

So what were they looking for
at the farm? I don't know.

Your man. He'll keep his mouth shut?

Oh, yeah. Him I can count on.

Then I think we can contain this.

So with Feng, Harbison and Bowman,
plus your good self,

I'd say we're halfway home.

You?

I think
when the door of opportunity opens,

there's always a feeding frenzy
and there's always one greedy prick

left out in the cold
when it slams shut.

I want it on my gravestone
that guy wasn't me.

Well, what are you saying?

That London new-build
is at a saturation point

and I want to review
the numbers again.

But I'm counting on you coming in!

Well, don't.

Erich! If you walk away,
they all walk away.

You told me everything was in hand.

And now a cop's dead
and my guy's in prison.

For life.

I ask you to put out a fire,
you start a whole new one.

So I gotta ask - what fresh hell
is waiting around the corner?

What loose ends
could still trip us up?

And know that the last thing
I want to hear

is your "everything's fine" bullshit
if it's not.

The truth is, I spend most
of my time in my flat in London.

And the farm,
it has a fair few outbuildings,

and some of them I don't enter
from January through to December.

And?

And someone - local, maybe -
has exploited my absence.

A local?

Well, I'm just trying to make sense
of all of this, that's all.

I understand you had a party
on Saturday night.

It was really quite a small affair.

Were they present?

No.

So who was?

I want names, Claudia.

No problem.
I can furnish you with a list.

Let's talk about him.

I don't know this man.

Then what was he doing
at your property?

Who sent him to clean up, Claudia?

Two girls and a police officer
were murdered on your farm.

You WILL answer my questions
and you WILL give me a name.

The lady is not for talking.
I need some heavyweight inducements.

We'll do our best.
What about DS Guillam?

We'll do his postmortem separately
to avoid cross-contamination.

The victim
is an unidentified female,

probably in her early twenties.

She has long blonde hair and appears
to have been previously healthy.

Facial bruising,
suggesting an attack

that happened very close to death.

There are three gunshot wounds -
to the chest, right forearm,

and right shoulder.

DNA will confirm
that this victim was present

when Chris Chandler
and Kate Blair were shot.

How so?

Her bones are tinged with yellow

consistent with a shard of bone
recovered from Dan Blair's arm.

Her arms and legs
bear peri-mortem scratches.

Similar markings
to the soles of her feet.

Looks like she was running barefoot.

We found a shoe. Fingerprints
confirm it belonged to the victim.

The scratches could be the result
of branches and thorns.

There is a discernible odour

of sodium hypochlorite
emanating from the body.

No doubt employed
to destroy any forensics.

Jesus Christ. What did they do
to her at that farm?

Cause of death
is a bullet wound to the heart.

The bullet breached the aorta...

..and lodged in the spine.

Second victim from the freezer

also appears to have been
previously healthy.

Her neck has four
coin-shaped bruises on each side.

Cause of death
could be manual strangulation.

There are also
crescent-shaped fingernail abrasions

where she probably tried to pull
her assailant's hands away.

And petechial haemorrhages
in the eyes.

There are further
coin-shaped bruises on her arms

consistent with being restrained.

Again, striking absence
of trace evidence,

and the same strong odour of bleach.

There's also some evidence
of vaginal trauma

suggestive of intercourse.

The smell of bleach
is particularly strong here

and has stained the flesh white,

suggesting it was applied undiluted.

He wanted to destroy any semen
and DNA?

The strangulation of the dark-haired
victim could be illuminating.

In what way?

Did DS Guillam tell you
about the Karen Myers case in 2005?

He mentioned it, yeah.

Karen was strangled,
albeit nonfatally,

before falling to her death
not two miles from Bellemeade Farm.

She had traces of Rohypnol
in her bloodstream.

Back then, the thinking was, she was
running from a trucker's caff.

But you think she was running
from Bellemeade Farm?

The brunette's fingerprints
are on file - Natalie Day, 22,

one conviction
for cocaine possession.

And what about the blonde?

Ran her prints and DNA - no match.

But there's a strong commonality
with Natalie Day's DNA.

So strong, it means one thing -
they're sisters.

SOBBING: Natalie, please. Natalie...

SOBBING ECHOES

The master bedroom's been stripped and wiped.
Looks like a thorough job.

Same story with the bodies.

'They were sisters, Jack.
Bella and Natalie Day.'

Have their parents been told?

They're both dead.
It's a mercy, in a way. 'Yeah.'

Well, no-one's that good.
I'm going to get to work.

Tox is back. There was Rohypnol
in both sisters' bloodstreams.

Just like Karen Myers.

Drugs, sexual assault and murder
at the parties on the farm.

Right.

Let's work back from the moment
Bella arrives at the picnic -

what was that, midday?

With the Rohypnol in her system,
it's possible she didn't surface till late.

And she was still in last night's clothes
- the silk, heels and hairslide tell us that.

She either finds her sister's body
or no-one will tell her where she is.

Yeah. She freaks out, gets into
a fight - hence the black eye.

And she runs.

She must've got quite a head start,
given how far she made it.

And the car paint shows her pursuers
didn't go after her on foot.

Claudia fed you the story about the
driver just to throw you off the scent.

The fact that she picked Miles out
was just his bad luck.

Got to make that bitch talk.

I just took receipt
of her phone and laptop -

they may be eloquent on her behalf.
Good.

Do you have Karen Myers' PM report?
Yeah.

Amy, you didn't call me.

We found the flowers
that you left for Karen.

What were you sorry about?

It doesn't matter now.

If you know anything about how Karen
died, it couldn't matter more.

No-one tried harder to solve Karen's murder
than DS Guillam, and now he's dead. I know.

I saw the news.

Then help me finish what he started.

You think it's that easy?

The two girls in your freezer
were sisters.

But you know that already.

Natalie and Bella Day.

We've talked to their mates.

They seemed to have a charmed life.

Clothes, jewellery,
Christmas in the Caribbean -

despite both being on the dole.

Can you shed any light
on that mystery, Claudia?

I've told you before,
I don't know these girls.

In a way,
Karen was their sister, too.

She was found dead, very close
to your farm back in 2005.

There was Rohypnol in her blood
and bruises on her throat.

Just like Natalie Day.

Drugged. Sexually assaulted. Choked.

Your parties led to their deaths.
That means you're complicit.

I think you have a guest, Claudia.

A regular, long-standing guest

whose tastes
are somewhat out of the ordinary.

Sisters. Rough sex. Choking.

This man had a lucky escape
back in '05.

Karen fell to her death
behind a transport caff

so police thought - lorry driver.

Maybe that near-miss
was a wake-up call.

Maybe after that,

you always had someone like Johan
Kranz around to clean up any mess.

I don't know Johan Kranz.

Who is he, Claudia?

Who's the man
who likes choking girls?

I don't know.

Amy, how lovely to see you.

Claudia, this is Karen. Karen.

Hi. Welcome. Enjoy yourself.

Feel free to mingle.

Karen,
can I introduce you to someone?

This is Tony. Tony, this is Karen.
Hi. Would you like a drink?

Yes, thanks.

'I didn't say goodbye to Karen
at the Tube.'

If I had, she'd still be alive.

It started out with tips
for making cocktails, foot massages,

some above-board escort work.

I had two lives. The normal
student life and the parties.

Karen was always badgering me
to invite her to one

so eventually I did,
just to shut her up about it.

At Bellemeade Farm?

A man took a shine to Karen.
He was Canadian.

And I remember because somebody
assumed that he was American

and he made this big deal
of correcting them.

I don't remember much after that.

I mean,
I was pretty out of it myself.

But the next morning,
I couldn't find Karen.

Amy! I thought
we were meeting in the lobby.

Oh, well, I'm sure it's my mistake,
but we should get a move on.

Come on. Don't want to keep them
waiting. Three-line whip.

Amy, what's going on?

Simon Forsyth.
I'm an old friend of Amy's.

Amy, what are you doing?
Who is this guy? I'm sorry.

Amy, wait!

ENGINE STARTS

It's a good thing I came along
when I did. That's all I can say.

You hadn't thought it through,
had you?

If you conjure up a whole new
account of what happened to Karen,

who's to say
they'll believe you?

And if they do, that's you bang to
rights for perverting the course of justice.

I know.

Then again, what's that? Six months?

Suspended sentence?

It might trigger other things, Amy.

Amy!

SHE PANTS

I've been through Claudia Baxter's
phone and laptop.

The woman's seriously cautious.
No texts, no e-mails, just calls.

OK.

One number comes up regularly,
building in frequency

in the run-up to certain weekends,
then dropping off for a few weeks.

Last weekend, for instance.
Parties take planning.

Making one Simon Forsyth
chief planner.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Nikki...

'We need to run a check
on a Simon Forsyth.'

..He's going to freak
when he sees it.

Hey, Amy. Hi.
A courier left something for you.

Great. Thanks. OK? Yeah.

I'm surprised
he hasn't said anything, though.

I'm sure he'll have something
to say about it.

SHE SIGHS

MONITOR BEEPS

MUTTERING

OK, clip.

Clip!

Are you all right, Amy?

Smaller clip, please.

Amy? Yeah, I'm fine.

The bullet that killed DS Guillam
is a match to the Beretta

that we recovered from Johan Kranz.

He's going down
for Guillam's murder, at least.

Kate and Dan Blair, Chris Chandler
and Bella Day, not so much. No.

They were shot with an H&K,

we haven't got it
and Kranz isn't talking.

You want to pin those four on him,
cherchez le gun.

Searched his hotel room.
But beyond that, we don't know where to start.

At the very least, you need to
put him in the area at the time.

CCTV and plate recognition
could help there.

Give me a couple of hours.

In other news, the black paint
recovered from the tree

at the crime scene is car paint.

Boasts a chlorinated anti-rusting
agent only marketed in Germany.

Which in the UK market boils down
to VW, BMW, Mercedes and Audi.

I should be able to narrow it down
further. Good.

Mr Forsythe, thanks for coming in.
I'll cut to the chase.

Do you know Claudia Baxter?

Yes, I do.
You can hardly deny that, can you,

given the volume of calls
between you?

I'm not denying it. Then there's
the singular pattern to the calls.

A flurry at sporadic intervals,
then almost no contact for weeks.

Is there a question in there
somewhere?

What's the nature
of your relationship?

Well, Claudia used to work for me.
19 years ago.

Is that really how long it is?
Oh, that's shocking.

After which, you offered her
a very generous severance package.

It's the least I could do.
Why do you say that?

Well, I'm the father
of Claudia's son, Michael.

And, yes, my wife knows.
It's no great secret.

Claudia and I
have always remained close.

Does that answer your question?

It doesn't explain the feast or
famine nature of your phone calls.

Sorry. What exactly
am I being accused of here?

I don't know about accused.
I'll tell you what I suspect.

You and Claudia Baxter
organised parties

which have led to the deaths
of at least three females

as well as the River Malt victims.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm not saying you killed them,
but you know who did -

which particular guest.

Where were you on Saturday night?

I was at home with my wife and
daughter, and they'll back me up.

With a lawyer present, if need be.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

SHE EXHALES

RINGING STOPS

Do you mind if I sit down?
No, of course not.

LAUGHTER AND INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

Well, your friend's
making quite an impression.

Who is he?

HE TUTS
You know the drill, Amy.

If a guest wants you
to know their name...

Oh, you're such a stickler, Simon.
Well, rules are rules.

You'll be the death of me.

Karen?

We're just going out for some air.

Some country air.

Now, how much do you need?

KAREN GIGGLES

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Amy, are you OK?

Look, I know you want to help me,
but you can't.

Listen to me.

Between what we know and what
you know, we might have a case.

'We might even be able
to get justice for Karen.

'That's what you want, isn't it?'

Yeah, of course it is!

Well, then, what are we waiting for?

If I help you, if I do this,
my life is over!

No, you're going to get
your life back.

Where are you?

'Amy?'

His name's Erich Schrader.

I treated him in his home
three days ago.

Treated him?

Looked like he'd been attacked
with a glass bottle.

Bella Day.

SOBBING
Please!

HE GRUNTS

I dug shards of glass
out of his flesh. Brown glass?

HE SIGHS

Care to put your shoulder
to the wheel?

Dinner somewhere decent.

Michelin stars. You're on, kid.

What we looking for?

A carrier bag containing
shards of bloody glass.

OK. I need one piece of evidence
that links Schrader and Bella Day.

His blood, her fingerprints,
being the dream ticket.

That was in London Business
and Finance three weeks ago.

My mother used to collect
my cuttings, God rest her soul.

Gotta throw that tie out,
don't you think?

Johan Kranz killed a serving
police officer in cold blood.

I heard about Johan.
What's it got to do with me?

His bank records show you've used
his services half a dozen times.

I employ several
close protection people. Why?

I've made a few enemies
over the years.

I got in early in Russia
when the Iron Curtain fell.

Not everyone
applauded my prescience.

Let's get back to Johan Kranz.

He worked for a lot of people,
not just me,

and I certainly didn't order him
to kill a policeman.

Are we done?
I've got a plane to catch.

Have you suffered an injury lately,
Mr Schrader?

Tripped over in my house.

Landed on a beer bottle for my sins.
KNOCK AT DOOR

Dr Alexander is going to examine
and document your wounds.

SCHRADER CHUCKLES

That's a serious wound.

Were you treated at a hospital?
I was treated privately.

You mean at a private hospital?

Private hospitals
aren't that private.

Just ask your royal family.

You're in the financial papers,
but you're not in the tabloids.

I'm a very private person.

The depth and shape of the wound

don't square with you
falling on a beer bottle.

I'm sorry, Mr Schrader.

This suggests that the bottle
was already broken

when it connected with the skin.

Looks more like a stab wound to me.

A broken bottle
used as a weapon, perhaps.

Can I do up my shirt now?

Johan Kranz is facing
up to six counts of murder.

That's life without parole.

Do you honestly think he's going to
keep his mouth shut forever?

My guess is, he'll tell us

he was clearing up for you
at Bellemeade Farm.

HE SIGHS

No fingerprints,
and if there was DNA from Bella,

Schrader's blood washed it off.

This glass is not going to link him
to her death.

We had to release him, Amy. What?

Bottom line -
we can't tie him to the farmhouse

or to any of the victims.

Well, what about Karen?

There was male DNA from the rape.
They said that at the inquest.

The sample was seriously degraded
by the river.

It's like a phone number
with missing digits.

It won't stand up in court.
I'm sorry.

I'm facing charges for
perverting the course of justice.

They've got pictures of me
that will be all over the internet.

"Sorry" isn't going to cut it,
Nikki.

Why did I listen to you?

That bastard.

Nikki...

I'll be back in a minute.

Johan Kranz
could not have been responsible

for the River Malt murders,

cos he was in central London
at the time.

And so say at least a dozen cameras.

You've got to be kidding.

Looks like he was strictly there
for the clean-up.

Different gun, different killer.
Yeah.

Could Schrader
have gone after Bella himself?

He's a suit. You said the gunman
was a crack shot.

Maybe he was a weekend hunter
back home. We can look into that.

Where is she? Er, who?

Amy.

She didn't say goodbye.

Oh, my God.

She saw them.

Schrader...
Does she know where he lives?

HE PLAYS PIANO

Mr Schrader...
MUSIC STOPS

I'll be off now, Mr Schrader.
OK. Thanks, Maria.

Can I help you?

It's Amy. Remember? I...
I treated you.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

I just thought
I'd check on your stitches.

Doctor's orders?

'Fraid so!

Please sit down. I need
to ask you some questions first.

"Where does it hurt?"

Do you remember a girl...

called Karen?

Should I?

Yeah.

She was my friend.
What is this? A shakedown?

Do you remember her?
I can't say that I do.

Does that help?

Yours was the last face
that she ever saw.

Do you remember her now?

I think you've mistaken me
for someone else.

And I think you should leave.

Just tell me you remember her.

That's all.

VOICE BREAKING:
She deserves that much, at least.

Just some kind of acknowledgement!

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

No!

No! No!

HE PANTS

Get out.

Did you think
you could blackmail me?

Dumb bitch.

What were you thinking?

HE YELPS

No!

THEY GRUNT, AMY CHOKES

SHE WHIMPERS

Checked Schrader out.

No military or firearms training
in his very public CV.

Strictly Harvard Business School.
Can't say I'm surprised.

So I switched focus
to Simon Forsyth.

Decorated officer in the Marines

who served his last two years
at Redhill Barracks.

The same barracks where
the Heckler & Kochs went missing?

Well, surely that was years
after he left?

Seems he kept his hand in -
never missed a regimental dinner.

But he's a City boy now.
Why would he want a gun?

For his extracurricular activities.

Parties?

Karen Myers' death
was a wake-up call.

He wasn't going to let one
get away again.

Bringing up
Forsyth's DVLA records now.

Four cars registered to him.

One black BMW.

The car paint found on the tree.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

DOOR SWINGS OPEN

No! No! No!
What the hell did he do to you?

No, get away from me! It's OK,
it's OK, it's OK, he's gone.

I'm so sorry, Amy.

I never meant for this,
you know that. Look at me.

Look at me!
SHE WHIMPERS

OK, we're going to go to my car
before he gets back

and we're going to go to the police.

Liar! I'm not lying.

This has gone too far.

What about those photos you sent me?

He forced me to send those!

I trusted you, Simon.

Let's get you cleaned up
and out of this damned house.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Jack...

Nikki, we think Forsyth
was the River Malt shooter.

'He's being picked up now.

'I'll call you back
when we have more, OK?'

OK. 'Bye.'

Amy?

Amy!

BUZZER BEEPS

Amy!

BUZZER BEEPS

Amy!

You?

It's Simon, right?

Where's Schrader?

Is everything OK?

Yeah, she had a bit of a tumble,
but she's all right.

Amy? There's nothing broken.

I'm fine, Nikki.

Are you sure?

She said she's fine.

I'd still like to check her over.

What are you doing here?

It wasn't him. It's OK.

OK, this is a personal matter
that we need to resolve in private.

We should still get you checked out.
I can run you to the hospital now.

OK, you're trespassing on private
property - you need to leave.

What are the gloves for?

Simon?

SHE SHRIEKS

MUFFLED YELPING

NIKKI GAGS AND CHOKES

HE GRUNTS

HE CRIES OUT

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

You'd better come with me.

Amy...

Thanks.

Claudia Baxter, we are charging you

with five counts of conspiracy
to pervert the course of justice

contrary to common law

and that you did assist an offender
in a murder investigation,

contrary to the Criminal Law Act...

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hi, Thomas. So?

Well, Forsyth will go down,
but there's no sign of Schrader.

No forensics?

Nothing really probative.

'I'll be back soon.'
You all right, Nikki?

I'm fine. 'You sure?'

Really.

I physically want to hurt you.

I'm not reneging,
I'm not reneging, I'm merely...

What's he reneging on? Dinner.

Jack! I'm not reneging!

One minute
we're talking Michelin stars,

now it's chicken drummers chez Jack.

Shameful. Whatever.

Hey, I can run to more
than chicken drummers. Oh, really?

Yeah. Really?

Whoa. Stand down.

INDISTINCT AIRPORT ANNOUNCEMENTS

Mr Schrader?

You dropped this.

# Testator silens

# Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪