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I can't get over the organic veggies business.

It's the most Chelsea thing

I've ever heard.

So why did you say yes to a second date?

If I'm too Chelsea for you?

I have no idea.

Tell me something I wouldn't expect, something personal.

I'd just rather talk about you.

Nice try.

Don't you want me to get to know you?

What are you hiding?

Nothing. I'm just not good at banging on about myself.

Do you have bodies buried in your basement?

Look.

I do want you to get to know me.

I like you.

A lot.

Jack, fancy meeting you here.

How have you been?

Not now, Kai.

Just give us two minutes.

As you can see, I'm kind of busy.

You got some nerve showing your face in here.

Jack, this is important.

Get out, or I'm ringing the police.

You heard her.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

What was that all about?

No idea.

Look at that view.

It's just so beautiful out here.

It is.

Do you want to come back to my place?

What about the bodies in your basement?

I'm not a psychopath.

I promise.

That's exactly what a psychopath would say.

Oh.

Rena?

Sorry. I just closed my eyes for a second.

Must have dozed off.

Big night, was it?

What if Nicholas had dropped by?

He's not spying on us.

Just one more day, then we can relax.

Oh, stop worrying. He's not going to change his mind.

You're in an unusually good mood.

Things went really well last night.

I think...

I think it could be the start of something.

Just be careful with the men on these apps.

They're only after one thing.

Then they move on to the next girl.

Jack's not like that.

We had this amazing connection.

He's already asked to see me again.

We're meeting up after work.

You can't go out again tonight.

I need you fresh for the morning.

It's an early dinner.

Look, I promise that I will still be on my A-game tomorrow.

Hi. You've reached Jack's phone.

Please don't leave a message.

I'll get back to you when I can.

Hey, Jack. Um, I didn't hear from you.

So I assume you meant to meet at the restaurant.

So, yes. See you very soon.

Hi. You've reached Jack's phone.

Please don't leave a message.

I'll get back to you when I can.

Hi. You've reached Jack's phone...

Jack! I know you're in there.

Oh, my God. Jack!

Jack, you can't just ignore me!

You piece of shit!

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You do anything nice last night?

Oh, John couldn't make it to London,

so I had the night to myself.

I started this brilliant doc on serial killers.

Sorry. That's how you spend your free time?

Serial killers?

Jack Felton 25 years old.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

From the condition of the body,

I'd say he's been dead less than 24 hours.

And no, the killer hasn't conveniently left

a murder weapon at the scene.

Always disappointing.

But from the size of the wounds, it's a small knife or blade.

Well, it looks like he had company

or was expecting someone.

Hey. Hey.

Sorry.

Possible point of entry?

It was open when we arrived,

but there's no damage to the glass or frame,

which suggests the victim could have left it unlocked.

Could be a botched burglary.

The place hasn't been ransacked. TV and computers are still here.

It feels more like a crime of passion.

Multiple frenzied stab wounds to the chest.

Our killer let their emotions get the better of them.

We found these on the kitchen counter.

- Hey. - Hey.

Jack's cleaner found the body around 8:00 a.m.

She has her own keys to the house,

but she says she was traveling back from Spain

with her family yesterday.

I'll follow up and check her alibi.

Yeah, I spoke to one of the neighbors at number 13.

He heard a woman outside Jack's house at around 8:00 p.m.

last night.

Too dark to ID her, but he said it sounded like

she was trying to get Jack to let her in.

Although these were found on the kitchen counter.

- Huh. - Huh.

Um, yesterday morning at around 7:30.

He always stops by on his way back from the wholesalers.

And how did Jack seem?

Oh, he was happy.

Yeah. His business is doing really well.

It would be helpful to know more about Jack's routine.

Did he keep records of where he made his deliveries

and his suppliers?

I don't know, but if he did,

I guess it would all be on his laptop.

Were there other people helping Jack out with the business?

He's never mentioned anyone.

He does it all himself, as far as I'm aware.

Jack's phone and house keys haven't turned up,

but there was no sign of forced entry.

Apart from his cleaner, would there be anyone else

who would have access to his house?

A girlfriend or partner?

Um, Jack's a bit of a player.

None of his relationships lasted that long.

I know it's hard, but today has to go smoothly.

Rena, please.

You know how important this is.

It would be really useful to know your movements yesterday.

Just to establish a timeline.

Yes, I was working from home in the morning,

and I had a meeting in town in the afternoon.

So I was out from

about 2:00 till 4:00.

Who were you meeting?

A client.

I run an interior design business.

We were talking through plans for their renovation.

You were at number 24 for most of the day, weren't you?

Yeah, I was... I've been doing up a Jag

for a neighbor, Ted Kingston.

I was there from 10 till 5:00.

And you, Caleb?

I was with one of my piano students, Finn Edwards,

in the afternoon.

Then I stayed in all evening

trying to finish a new composition.

It's an enviable skill, writing your own music.

Oh, Caleb's been offered a place at the California School

for Creative Arts.

It's a very prestigious course.

Congratulations.

You mentioned Jack and Caleb's dad is now based in New York.

Would you like to notify him?

Or we can do it for you if that's helpful.

Maybe you should let them do it.

You've got so much on your plate without having

to talk to him, as well.

Yes. Yeah, thank you.

We're not really on speaking terms.

Could you take a look at these photos from Jack's house?

Trying to figure out if anything was stolen.

It's hard to tell.

Did you find his watch?

Do you have a photo of it you could send us?

Yes. Yes. I gave it to Jack as graduation present.

It has an inscription on the back.

"Love you always, Mum."

Mum.

So Jack's missing watch.

Newish black leather strap, inscription on the back.

I'll keep a look out, see if it turns up

in any pawnbrokers in the area.

I got hold of Michael Felton, Jack's dad.

He moved to New York six months ago.

And the rest of the family?

Pete and Caleb's alibis checked out.

Mrs. Torres, Jack's cleaner, was flying back

from Madrid yesterday.

Her flight didn't get into Heathrow

till 1:00 a.m. this morning,

and I haven't been able to get hold of Emily Easton,

the client Frances said she saw yesterday afternoon.

But I have left a message.

Did we get anything useful from Jack's laptop?

A folder with a few customer accounts.

I rang all the contact numbers.

No one had heard from Jack since Thursday evening.

We should check out West London wholesale markets.

Someone must have seen Jack on Friday morning.

Good idea. What about his phone records?

There were 10 missed calls from the same number

between 5:45 p.m. and 7:53 p.m. yesterday.

It's registered to a Rena Friedman.

Could be the woman who was trying to get into Jack's house.

Well, 10 missed calls, she was pretty desperate

to get hold of him.

Let's pay Rena Friedman a visit.

I can't tell you how much this means to us.

I'm glad I can help.

You know, this place means so much to our community.

As do you.

I know your parents would have been so proud.

Morning.

I'm Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

D.S. Layla Walsh. We're looking for Rena Friedman.

Um, I'm Rena.

Is there somewhere we can talk more privately?

She'll be with you in one minute.

We were just finishing up here.

Um, this really can't wait.

Sorry. I'm sure this won't take long.

This is obviously important. I can come back.

Hi there, Andy. Yeah.

Nicholas!

We were hoping to get the contract signed today,

and you still need to try your suit.

I'll be in touch to rearrange.

Hi. Hi. Yes. Sorry. I beg your pardon.

And you met?

On a dating app about a month ago.

I feel like I'd known him for longer because we...

we spoke on the phone quite a bit.

But, um, yeah, I'd only met him twice.

When was the last time you saw him?

Thursday night.

We went to the Fox and Hounds for a few drinks.

Did Jack do or say anything to indicate

he might be in trouble?

A guy came over to our table.

He seemed kind of desperate to talk to Jack about something.

But Jack told him to leave.

Jack didn't tell you what this was about?

Did you get his name?

Kai, I think.

The landlady knew who he was.

She threatened to call the police on him.

Jack's phone records show 10 missed calls from you yesterday.

Why did you need to get hold of him?

He was meant to meet me at a restaurant at 6:00.

Yeah. He never turned up.

Have you ever been to his house?

On the way back from the pub on Thursday.

What about yesterday evening?

When he didn't turn up at the restaurant?

No, I came straight home.

You're sure about that?

A lady was spotted outside his address.

Well, that wasn't me.

We'll need you to come in as soon as possible

to give a written statement

and so we can take samples of your fingerprints and DNA.

Whatever I can do to help.

I got the feeling Rena wasn't being entirely honest

about what happened the day Jack died.

And I'll be interested to see if she sticks

to that story in her written statement.

Oh, I have fond memories of this pub.

I had my first pint here.

And you were 18 at the time, I presume.

I was very tall for my age.

I haven't had the chance to check out any of my new locals.

Oh, you're spoiled for choice.

Well, you got to know where to look.

I'll make some recommendations.

That'd be great.

Everything all right?

Shall we?

Yeah. They were here Thursday night.

Seemed like a sweet couple.

Do you remember a man approaching their table?

Apparently, you threatened to call the police.

Kai Whishaw. Wouldn't pay his tab.

I'm so angry with myself for letting him

set one up in the first place.

I thought he was just another rich kid with a trust fund.

Why is he refusing to pay us?

Said his parents cut him off. Who knows if that's true?

Was Thursday night the first time

that Mr. Whishaw and Jack Felton had been in here together?

Well, they're both regulars,

but they normally sit at different tables.

They seemed more acquaintances than friends.

I'll get Jess and Connor to follow up

and run them through the PNC.

Grilled sea bass with lobster butter.

Things have changed in here.

Mm. Got to move with the times.

Sorry I'm late.

Work overran. You know the story.

All too well.

Let's walk. I've already had a coffee.

Your message was rather ominous.

What did you need to tell me in person?

I'm seeing someone. I thought you should know.

Thank you for telling me.

He wants to know about our situation.

What are we doing, Max?

We're separated, and we haven't made it official.

By official, you mean?

You know exactly what I mean.

Who is he? Have I met him?

I don't know.

He was at my drinks last month.

That photographer. I thought you looked cozy.

Polished, isn't he?

Rather serious. Didn't think that was your type.

What is my type?

Scruffy and childish?

Relaxed and witty.

Stubborn and argumentative.

Well, you can talk.

The last trip to Rome,

you refused to eat anywhere touristy.

We wandered around in the blistering heat for hours.

I wasn't going to have bad Italian food in Rome.

No point in being there.

See? Stubborn and argumentative.

You always have to have the last word, don't you?

That's one of the most frustrating aspects

of your personality.

Well, now you've found somebody else to argue with.

Good luck to him. He's in for a bumpy ride.

It's very beautiful.

It's still a work in progress.

Can I come in?

Have you heard back about the grant?

Not yet, but it'll come through.

Um...

I know that Jack

could be a bit of a closed book.

I can't remember the last time he confided in me.

But can you think of anything that had been

upsetting him recently?

Anything that, I don't know,

seemed a bit off?

The argument on Friday morning.

Nobody mentioned it to the police.

Um, yeah, because it wasn't relevant.

Talk about an early start.

Not a morning person. Got it.

Not this morning, no.

Well...

someone around here must have seen Jack the day of the murder.

Why don't we split up? Meet back here.

Yeah.

Oh, this is insane.

You know, I only saw him the other day.

At the Fox and Hounds?

Hm? We heard you interrupted his date.

What were you so keen to talk to him about?

I was just making conversation.

You one of Jack's customers?

Was that the extent of your relationship?

How do you mean?

Maybe Jack lent you money you couldn't pay back?

Maybe you were asking him for more on Thursday night?

Why would I ask Jack for money?

You told the landlady you couldn't pay your tab

because your parents cut you off.

Or was that a lie?

That is not a lie. You can call them if you want.

Why did they cut you off?

You must have done something pretty bad

to make that kind of statement.

They just thought it was time for me

to stand on my own two feet.

All the traders I spoke to recognized Jack.

He came here at least once a week.

Yeah, he got most of his produce from this guy,

Frank Townsend.

Excuse me.

I'm D.I. Max Arnold. Are you Frank Townsend?

D.S. Layla Walsh.

We're investigating the death of Jack Felton.

I'm so sorry to hear that. Jack was a top bloke.

What happened?

I'm afraid we can't give out any details

while the case is ongoing.

We were told that Jack bought most of his produce

from you every week.

I gave him a good deal.

Worth it to keep him coming back.

Also, we got on.

He used to update me about his eventful love life.

We know Jack was here last Friday, the 17th.

Did you see him that morning? What time?

He was one of my first customers, around 6:00.

Did you notice anything different about him?

Was he preoccupied? More stressed than usual?

If anything, he had a bit of a swagger.

He got a girl to go home with him the night before.

We'll be in touch if we have any more questions.

Do you want to get that?

Oh. It's okay. They'll leave a message.

Okay, and he was usually...

Wait, isn't that Jack's van?

It's fine. The van stopped, too.

Want one?

I'm all right for rabbit food. Thanks.

I'm saving myself for a bacon butty.

And an early grave.

- Sorry. - What?

Clearly, there was someone else involved in Jack's business

that his family didn't know about.

Well, one of them is lying to us.

Shall I?

You told us you weren't involved in Jack's business.

Oh, I wasn't.

But there are angry customers all over Instagram

demanding their money back unless I get these out today.

Wouldn't it be easier just to give everyone a refund

and shut the business down?

He worked so hard to build the business up.

It feels like such a shame to just shut it down.

I'm going to keep it going until I can find someone else

to take it over.

It's what Jack would have wanted.

Just to follow up on our last visit,

is there anything else that would be useful

for us to know about Jack?

It can be hard to be totally honest

about someone in front of family.

Maybe there are certain things you might not want to admit

to your mother about Jack.

Things she might not want to admit to herself.

Sorry.

I can't think of anything.

Where are we on the time of death?

It's been hard to narrow it down.

The window was left open,

and the underfloor heating was on all night,

affecting the body temperature.

Best guess is 2:00 to 9:00 p.m.

Until I have the cellular work back.

But that could take till the end of the week.

2:00 till 9:00?

That's not going to help narrow down our list of suspects.

You can't always rely on me to solve your cases for you.

Kai Whishaw, one of Jack's customers.

He tried to downplay his parents cutting him off,

but there's definitely more to it.

And he got this call from a withheld number.

Seemed to seriously spook him.

I have a new lead.

I've started going through Jack's bank statements.

There's a payment to the Cove Hotel in Brighton

on the Friday before he was murdered.

Just spoke to the receptionist.

Jack checked in at 5:00 p.m.

with a lady with long, dark hair.

She paid half the bill.

Card is registered to a Mrs. Sophie Carter.

So the week before he was killed,

Jack stayed at a hotel in Brighton with a married woman?

Mm-hmm.

Chateau Montclair!

I'm envious.

This is classy recycling.

Organic cacao nibs.

I can't believe she's finished a whole packet.

I bought some once when I tried to give up chocolate.

They taste like wood shavings.

Sorry. Give up chocolate?

Why would you do that to yourself?

I know. I won't be making that mistake again.

Oh, what have we here?

Always look in the bins.

Everyone loved Jack. Wanted to be in his orbit.

I felt very lucky to be his friend.

Were you and Jack ever more than friends?

We had a very brief thing at uni,

but I don't see how that's relevant.

We know you and Jack stayed at the Cove

in Brighton on the 10th.

We were there for a friend's birthday.

It was cheap to share a room.

How long were you in Brighton?

Just the one night. I drove us back Saturday afternoon.

And was that the last time you saw him?

A woman was spotted outside Jack's house around 8:00 p.m.

on Friday the 17th, the day he was murdered.

I was here with my husband on Friday night.

You can ask him yourself.

What's all this?

Can you talk us through your movements on Friday?

I had meetings with clients all day at the bank.

Morgan and Featherstone on Sloane Square.

Left at around 6:30.

I was back here for dinner with Sophie at around 7:00.

Did you know Jack well?

He was Sophie's friend.

Is that why you didn't join them on their trip to Brighton?

I was meant to be on a work trip to Paris that weekend,

but my flight was canceled.

Did you and Jack often go away together without Lawrence?

No, but like I said, we were visiting a friend.

What's the big deal?

Not everyone would be okay with their wife

sharing a hotel room with another guy.

I trust Sophie.

Yes, I understand that we're all going through a lot right now,

but that doesn't change my decision.

I do know that, Michael,

So please don't say anything to Caleb.

Not until it's absolutely necessary.

Alright?

Well, Laurence was trying very hard to seem okay

with Jack and Sophie's trip.

A little too hard.

There's no way he believes that story

about the friend's birthday.

Maybe he knew full well what they were up to.

Laurence was issued with a speeding ticket at 3:00 p.m.

on the day of the murder.

So much for being in the office all day.

Oh, it gets better.

He was pulled over at the end of Carlisle Street,

which...

Leads on to Jack's road.

You're speeding ticket issued at 3:00 p.m.

on the day of the murder.

Just a few meters from Jack's house.

I thought Sophie might be there.

But I was wrong.

Why did you think Sophie would be at Jack's house?

You left your office in the middle of the working day.

You must have had more than a hunch.

You're a suspect in a murder investigation.

Might I suggest you start telling the truth?

I have her find my phone login details.

I've been checking to see where she is.

That's quite an invasion of your wife's privacy.

Sophie didn't even tell me she was going away

for the weekend.

I only found out because my flight was canceled.

So you thought you'd spy on her instead

of talking to her about it?

I did ask her outright if something was going on

between them, and she said no.

I can tell when she's keeping something from me.

So did you find Sophie at Jack's that afternoon?

I thought she was turning on to Jack's road,

but she drove straight past it.

That's when I got pulled over.

I didn't even realize I was speeding.

When I checked the app, I saw she'd gone

to a house on York Road near Ranelagh Gardens.

Do you know what she was doing on York Road?

Sophie said she'd been to a friend's

to drop something round.

I'm not proud of the way I behaved,

but I didn't go to Jack's house.

Ashley hasn't been able to match Laurence's fingerprints

to any found in Jack's house.

If he was there, we can't prove it.

What about Rena? Did she come in this morning?

She gave us samples, but conveniently left

before we could get a written statement.

She's worried she's going to perjure herself.

What's she hiding?

Our thoughts exactly, so we did some more digging.

Looking at all her social media.

Nothing about Jack, but there's this selfie of her

and an @LouisMontel99 from just over two years ago.

An ex do you think?

He hasn't posted anything since he was tagged

in this photo, so we checked his other socials.

"You left us too soon, my friend."

"Hope you're finally at peace."

Afternoon. We have some more questions for your sister.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Greene.

I will call you later about that.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Thanks for that.

It's probably on her street group chat

telling everyone we've had the police round.

That'd be great for business.

Rena's not here. She's out doing home deliveries.

She won't be back for a couple of hours.

We were really hoping to speak to Rena about Louis Montel.

Do you recognize him?

This was taken about two years ago.

Don't think so.

Rena doesn't always introduce me to the men she's seeing.

Why is that?

She's a hopeless romantic.

Keep telling her if she went for a nice boy,

one who actually wanted to settle down,

then it wouldn't end in tears.

But she always follows her heart instead of her head.

So Rena never mentioned Louis.

Not that I can remember.

Well, that's odd, because a couple of weeks

after that photo was taken, Louis died.

Jumped off Chelsea Bridge.

God, that's awful.

We contacted his brother.

He said that Rena took the break up very badly.

Sent Louis lots of angry messages,

turned up outside his house.

I don't know what happened,

but it sounds like you only got one side of the story.

That's why we really need to speak to Rena.

Can you ask her to return our calls?

Yeah.

Anything more on the murder weapon?

A sharp blade, inch wide.

Deepest incision was three inches.

Kitchen knife?

Could be.

But I've tested everything we bagged up at the scene.

- No luck. - Did we get anything

on the beer bottles or the plates of food?

I only found Jack's prints.

The food looked untouched at the scene.

So the murder must have happened before they had a chance to eat.

So we can't place Rena at Jack's house on Friday evening.

You really do need me to crack your cases for you.

Oh, Ashley's going to save the day yet again.

We should get you a cape.

I couldn't wear a cape in the lab.

It's a contamination risk.

So I matched Rena's prints

with several found

inside Jack's house, which could fit with her story

that she was only there on Thursday night.

But I also found her prints on the living room window.

Well, how do we know she didn't just open it

when she was round on Thursday night?

Because there were four finger prints

on the inside of the frame

and a thumb print on the outside.

Which means...

She opened it from the street.

We've got her.

You mean I got her.

Quite right.

I can't believe you nabbed the last one.

I need to keep my blood sugar levels up

if I'm going to get through all this.

You're naturally energetic.

Right.

Well, there's nothing in the original police report

or coroner's records to suggest that Louis' death

wasn't suicide.

Anything interesting in his phone records?

Rena did contact Louis a lot in the week of his death,

but all that proves is she was struggling

to accept the relationship was... over.

Hang on.

Connor.

We found the last person Louis spoke to

before he jumped off Chelsea Bridge.

Well, that's very helpful.

You told our colleagues you didn't know Louis Montel.

I didn't.

Then how come we found your number in his phone records?

The last call he received the day he died.

Rena was really upset after the break up.

I just thought he should know.

That call lasted just over five minutes.

You must have had more to say than that.

Well, he used Rena and then tossed her aside.

He needed to know that he couldn't just go around

acting like a selfish prick.

And he threw himself off Chelsea Bridge.

Sounds like he took you seriously.

Mm-hmm.

Louis didn't care what I thought about him.

He was a very troubled guy.

The last guy I couldn't get hold of.

Louis. He...

You were worried something might have happened to Jack?

It that when you tried the window?

I just wanted to check that he was okay.

Then I, um, heard people walking down the street towards me,

and I just realized how crazy that I must look.

So I just ran.

I ran all the way home.

Did you see anything when you opened the window?

Just two plates of

food and two beers.

On the coffee table, so...

he had someone like with him.

What, no blood, no signs of a struggle?

No.

Why weren't you honest with us from the start?

Sadie has worked so hard to try and find a new investor

to keep the business afloat.

I mean, if Nicholas hears that I'm involved in all of this,

there's just no way that he'll still become a partner.

That's...

If we lose him, we lose the shop.

It's been in our family for generations.

Sounds like Sadie puts a lot of pressure on herself.

And you.

You're clearly very protective of your sister.

Did you also confront Jack when he tossed her aside?

No.

Jack was yet another man who didn't treat Rena

with the respect she deserves.

It would have killed you to have seen her so upset.

I can understand why you'd want to go round there

and have it out with him.

Well, she's my little sister. Of course I was angry.

And yet maybe I did want to go round there

and give him a piece of my mind, cause him some pain.

But I didn't.

She's done nothing but look out for me.

Our mom passed away when I was 11,

so she kind of took on that role.

And then our dad died five years ago.

So it's... It's just the two of us.

Clearly Sadie takes her role as protector very seriously,

perhaps too seriously.

Could she have gone to confront Jack after he stood you up?

No.

Why would she do that?

She confronted Louis the same day

he threw himself off Chelsea Bridge.

I would do just about anything for my sister.

But I wouldn't kill for her.

Please at least wait until Sadie gets back.

We can talk you through everything.

There really is nothing more to say.

Nicholas. Everything okay?

I was just telling Rena this really is not the moment

for us to go into business together.

Can I ask why the change of heart?

Certain rumors are circulating.

I have tried to explain it's all just a big misunderstanding.

I have to take this seriously.

Please. Please don't back out.

I promise it will all be cleared up soon.

I'm sorry.

I told you not to get involved with Jack.

How could I know that this was going to happen?

I said that he was bad news, just like I did with Louis.

But you never listen to me. And now look where we are.

They said that you rang Louis the day that he died.

Yeah, well, I just...

I just wanted him to know how much he'd hurt you.

It was none of your business, Sadie!

It's my job to look out for you!

And I never asked for that responsibility.

I'm 25.

You're clinging on to me

because there's nothing else going on in your life.

Find someone else to smother!

We can't yet prove that Sadie confronted Jack.

Ashley didn't find any of her prints at the scene

And Rena's story hinges on what she could

or couldn't see from the living room window.

We need to go back to Jack's house.

I've gone through all the transactions

from Jack's business account. Some of the outgoings

and incomings are much bigger than you'd expect.

Lots of payments to and from

somewhere called Fresh Produce Wholesales.

6,000 pounds seems an awful lot to spend on carrots,

even if they are overpriced organic ones.

I did think there was something a bit odd

about some of the posts on the business social media.

A few of them are just rows of veg emoji.

New stock in today.

Reliable delivery within the hour.

At first, they look quite random.

Three carrots, four potatoes.

But what if they're not random?

What if each sequence is a different code?

Mm-hmm. Advertising a different product.

Exactly.

Well, it looks like the sofa would have blocked

the view of Jack's body from the window.

And the pool of blood only comes to here,

which wouldn't have been in Rena's direct line of sight.

Yeah.

Maybe she is telling the truth.

Stop, police!

Hello, Mr. Whishaw.

Kai. You dropped your bag.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Sports bag must have been well hidden

or it would have turned up in our initial search.

But you knew exactly where to find it,

suggesting you weren't just one of Jack's customers.

You were helping him run his operation.

We have an eyewitness who remembers

seeing you enter the corner shop on Jack's road at around 1:00 PM

on the day he was murdered.

Jack was just my dealer.

I wasn't involved in the business.

So how did you know where he kept his bag of supplies?

Look, we caught you red-handed.

If you don't start explaining yourself,

we can only presume you're guilty of robbery,

dealing, and murder.

Up until a year ago, Jack only ever sold weed.

But then he got involved with this guy

who ships coke into the UK through...

fruit and veg crates.

That's why Jack set up the veg boxes

so that he could deliver drugs under the radar.

Do you have a name for this nefarious greengrocer?

I only know him as Frank.

He... He has a stall at the wholesale market.

Frank Townsend.

Frank knew that Jack was taking more than his fair share

of the profits.

I don't know why Jack would even think about screwing

over someone like Frank.

Maybe because he got too big for his boots.

Or maybe he needed the money.

So Frank sent you to Jack's to steal the stash?

I owe Frank a lot of money.

He said he'd write off all my debts.

I tried to warn Jack that Frank was on to him

when I saw him at the Fox and Hounds,

but he wouldn't bloody hear it.

Right. Tell us exactly what happened

when you went round to Jack's on Friday.

Frank had given me some money for a gram.

So I managed to get Jack to invite me in.

Then, when he went to his room to get the coke, I...

I watched him through a crack in the door and I saw him

lift up a floorboard and pull out the bag.

Why didn't you take it there and then?

I just...

I just thought I-I'd wait and come back when Jack was out.

But then, Jack's conveniently murdered

a couple of hours after you found the stash.

That's worked out well for you and Frank.

I know how it must sound, but that's the truth.

Hmm. Oh...

Frank Townsend.

We'd like to have a word with you

about the business you were running with Jack Felton.

Jack was a customer.

We weren't in business together.

Drop the act. You're Fresh Produce Wholesales.

Your name was all over Jack's business account.

- You got the wrong guy. - Oh, I doubt it, Frank.

We know you were behind the attempted robbery

of Jack's stash from his house.

I've no idea what you're on about.

That's some watch you've got.

- It was a gift. - Can I take a look?

Why?

We need to rule it out of our investigation.

Thank you.

"Love you always, Mum."

We've been talking to our colleagues.

We brought Frank Townsend in for questioning.

He's been very informative.

What's he been saying?

That you stole Jack's watch to try and pay off your debt.

Was Jack dead or alive when you took it?

Frank will say anything to get you off his back.

Where would he have got the watch from

if you didn't give it to him?

He... He must have gone back to Jack's place after I'd left.

He's... He's the one with the motive.

With Jack out of the picture, he stands to have access

to 100% of the profits and his whole client base.

That might well be true, but he has alibis. You don't.

Look, this is your last chance to be honest with us

before you make things a lot worse.

Wait.

Look, I couldn't leave Jack's empty-handed.

I had to give Frank something.

I just saw the watch on the coffee table.

I just grabbed it and legged it out of there.

Look, I swear Jack was still alive when I left.

I do enjoy our chats, Olivia. You should pop over more often.

I'm sorry.

I just realized that I've double booked myself for Friday night,

and I can't decide which one to cancel.

What are the options?

Well, Eloise is a French brunet,

and she wants to go to the lido

and then that new restaurant in town.

And Cindy is a gorgeous American.

She's suggested a gig and then drinks and dinner at her place.

I see.

I didn't realize you were choosing between dates.

Why?

Did you think someone my age should be at home

on their Friday night with their cat or their nephew?

Not at all. You've always had an enviable social life.

Well, it used to be very hard to find

like-minded people at the same stage in life.

But now there's an app for everything.

Am I the only one not on these bloody apps?

Yes! And it would do you the world of good.

So go and get me your phone and we can sign you up now.

I'm a murder detective.

I've seen too many cases where a drink with a stranger

ended in a trip to the morgue.

Oh.

You lifesaver.

I thought you might need one as much as me.

I washed my hair with shower gel

and found my phone in the fridge.

Oh, dear.

I think your buttons are done up wrong.

I'd like to blame sleep deprivation.

This is not the first time it's happened.

Jack wasn't selling drugs.

He's never been in any kind of trouble.

Yeah, there's no way.

I'm afraid we found a bag of money and drugs in Jack's house.

There's no doubt about what he was up to.

All these deliveries you've been making,

you haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary?

I just had a customer on the phone

making requests for her order,

and none of them included Class As.

Jack would have had some legitimate customers,

so if anyone ever looked into the business,

it would all seem aboveboard.

It must be hard to hear

that Jack was keeping secrets from you.

Jack seemed to be doing very well for himself.

You're not going to make that much money

from selling veg boxes.

I know you wanted to see the best in him,

but he was very good at wrapping you around his little finger.

And there was a side to him that you just didn't see.

But you did?

Did you suspect Jack was dealing drugs?

No. No, but I'm not surprised

that he got himself involved with the wrong crowd.

Why did he get involved with the wrong crowd?

Did he have debts he couldn't pay off,

a drug problem of his own?

I'd know if my son was a drug addict.

Jack never asked you for money?

No.

So why were you selling the house?

We finally got hold of your alibi, Emily Easton.

She's an estate agent.

You met to talk about putting the house on the market.

Why did you tell us she was a client?

Because I didn't want Caleb finding out like that.

You can't sell the house.

This is Dad's decision, isn't it?

He's forcing you out.

No, no.

We just all need a fresh start.

You know, this has got nothing to do with Jack.

We're just trying to understand Jack's motives

for selling drugs. It could lead us to his killer.

Now you know the truth about Jack's business,

are you sure there is nothing else

you can think of that might help our investigation?

Um...

Last Saturday, Jack came over for l-lunch on his way back

from a trip to Brighton.

A friend dropped him outside the house,

and she tried to give him a sports bag from the boot,

but Jack told her to keep it for next time.

And I remember thinking that was...

odd.

Is this her?

Yes.

Sounds like their jaunt to Brighton

was more of a business trip.

Morning.

We have a warrant to search your premises.

Don't know what you think you're looking for.

Well, that looks familiar.

Care to explain yourself, Mrs. Carter?

When I first met Jack, he was growing his own weed,

just for him and his friends.

There was so much of it,

he started selling it as a bit of fun.

Then, when Jack moved on to coke,

he said he needed someone he could trust.

It was easy money. It's hard to just stop.

Possession with intent to supply is a serious offense.

You make it sound like we were hanging around

on street corners.

I was just taking stuff to parties.

We're not hardcore criminals.

You're no less of a criminal just because

you're selling to rich people at parties.

The trip you and Jack made to Brighton...

business or pleasure?

I told you, Jack and me were just friends.

We went to Brighton because we knew we'd make a killing

at that warehouse party.

Does Laurence know what you and Jack were really up to?

No, but he started asking questions.

We found a similar bag of drugs at Jack's house.

His business account would suggest he's selling a lot more.

So where's he keeping his supply?

Sophie, you clearly cared about Jack.

Don't you want to help us catch his killer?

Look, that one time when I was with Jack,

he stopped off at a storage unit on Redcliffe Road.

He told me to wait in the car.

Oh, hey.

I should have her ready in time for the wedding.

I'm going to put one of those ribbons on the front.

It'll look gorgeous.

Pete, you know the argument last Friday?

Yeah. Yeah. I...

I told you it was nothing.

I heard Jack say it was none of your business.

What was he talking about?

Well, I think he was in a mood about something.

Girl trouble probably.

Promise me there's nothing you're not telling me.

You know, after everything that happened with Michael,

I can't cope with any more lies.

Hey. Hey.

I promise.

You recognize this man? His name is Jack Felton.

We think he may have a unit here.

He comes in a couple of times a week.

Alone? Or was there ever anyone else with him?

Probably. I'm not here 24/7.

Someone did come by the other day looking for him.

Said they needed to see Jack, and it couldn't wait.

When was this?

Last Friday, 17th.

I'd just got in, so it would have been around 9:00 AM.

Can you describe the man for me?

Middle-aged Black guy wearing a dad jumper.

Was this the guy?

Yeah. Wanted me to let him in.

And did you?

Of course not.

You can't get in without a key to your unit.

Company policy. He waited out in the car park.

Should have called you guys. They made such a scene.

There was an altercation?

Pushed the kid right up against his van.

They clearly had some issues.

Can we take a look at your CCTV?

- Don't have any. - Seriously?

This is a low-cost facility.

Our customers know what they're paying for.

Do you remember if either of them came back here

later in the day?

They could have come by on one of my breaks.

Mm. We're going to need to see inside his unit.

Can't do anything without a warrant.

- Company policy. - We have a warrant.

All good?

I'm reading.

This is a surprise.

I was just passing.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.

I didn't mean to.

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you going to apologize, too?

What for?

All the things you said about me.

They were all true.

I finally realized why we didn't work out.

This will be good.

You can't have two stubborn people in one relationship.

We're... We're like two bulls locking horns.

You...

You know what? You're right.

- Well, that's a first. - We work much better as friends.

Agreed.

I do want you to be happy. You know that, right?

And...

I know my job wasn't always the healthiest thing

for our marriage.

I...

No, I should have tried harder to...

Hindsight is a beautiful thing.

Yeah.

I want you to be happy, too.

Have you met anyone new?

The very thought of it is exhausting.

Yeah. Olivia wants me to join the dating apps.

I told her that was ridiculous.

That's a great idea.

You could meet someone as... unique as you.

Unique.

Okay. I... I'll take that.

And I'll take that.

I'll leave you to it.

Weed in this one.

Pills over here. Ugh.

Lots of powder.

Could be

cocaine, MDMA.

Mm.

Ketamine.

Why would Jack need to be selling all of this?

It's not what I would be doing if I was from his background.

And he went to Cambridge.

Wouldn't be the first rich kid to screw up their life.

Ah.

This must be where Jack kept his records

for the non-legit side of the business.

Jess.

Well, we won't know for sure until we get all the results

back from Ashley, but it's looking

more than likely that that's our murder weapon.

So far, we know Jack,

Sophie, and Pete all knew about the storage unit.

Kai and Frank are pleading ignorance.

If they had the key to Jack's unit,

they would have cleaned it out.

Sophie wouldn't have led us there

if that's where she'd hidden the murder weapon.

But we have charged her with possession.

What do we know about Pete's relationship with Frances?

Uh, Frances said they met around 10 months ago.

Pete works at the garage where she gets her car repaired.

10 months. That's quite soon to be getting married.

Guess at their age, you would move things along faster.

Don't want to waste any more time.

Mm-hmm.

They're hardly at death's door. Not much older than me.

Anything else on the other suspects?

Ashley just e-mailed to say

there's no trace of blood on Jack's watch.

Which suggests it wasn't stolen from his body

after he was killed.

So it looks like Kai was telling the truth.

But we can still charge him with robbery.

- Make that call. - Hold on.

None of Pete's financials went back further than 2015.

I did a bit more digging.

Turns out his real name is Paul McKenzie.

Hmm. Let me guess. 2015 is when he was released.

He did three years for violent robbery.

Oh.

Thank you.

That's not the only reason we're here.

Earlier this evening, we found what we suspect

to be the murder weapon at a storage unit on Redcliffe Road

where Jack had his drug supply.

The receptionist identified you from your photograph.

We know you accosted Jack

in the car park the morning he was killed.

I felt, for some time now,

that there was something off about Jack's business.

And whenever I used to ask him questions about it,

he would just fob me off.

So, last Friday, I noticed

that there was a load of cash in his wallet,

so I asked him where he got it from, and he...

he blew up at me.

He said it was none of my business.

Stay out of his life.

But you said you'd told me everything.

But I wanted to know what was really going on.

I didn't want to worry you.

Not without having all the facts.

So you followed Jack to the storage unit

and found out about the drugs?

Yeah.

But that was it.

I mean, I-I had nothing to do with what happened to him.

You were seen pushing Jack up against his van,

and you have a history of violence.

You did three years for robbery. That's why you changed your name

from Paul McKenzie to Peter McLoud.

Pete?

My mate told me to stay in the car.

I had no idea that he was going to rob that place

or that he was going to put that poor guy in the hospital.

That didn't matter, did it?

Not to you lot, 'cause you gave me three years anyway.

And I... I wanted to tell you,

but there was... there was never a right time.

I love you. I was just terrified that I was going to lose you.

Questioning Ted Kingston,

he admitted he left the house for a rather lengthy lunch

on Friday the 17th.

He was gone from 1:00 PM to just before 3:00.

More than enough time for you to go to Jack's house,

kill him, steal his key to the storage unit,

and then return there to hide the murder weapon.

We need you to come with us.

I didn't do this.

Fran.

Fran, you ha... you have to believe me.

You have to believe me. I didn't do this.

Please.

I'm sorry. I didn't...

Why weren't you honest with us about your past

if you had nothing to hide?

Because I've done time for violent robbery.

I knew you'd think I was involved.

Look, there's no love lost between me and Jack.

But I didn't kill him.

And he found out about your past

and was threatening to tell Frances.

That would have put a kibosh on the wedding.

No. No, absolutely not.

Jack wasn't thrilled about us getting married

because he thought it was too soon.

He thought I was after something.

Well, are you?

The Feltons are a wealthy family.

No, they're not.

They're broke.

About a year ago, Michael was slapped

with a huge fine for tax fraud,

but no prison sentence.

'Cause the rich can wriggle out of anything.

What about the house? I mean, that'll be worth a fortune,

and Frances is about to put it on the market.

They don't own the house. Michael signed it over

to his parents to avoid it being repossessed.

I thought she was selling the house

because she wanted a fresh start.

That's what she told you in front of Caleb.

Because she doesn't want him to know

that he's the real reason they're selling the house.

We know Pete was at the storage unit

on the morning of the 17th, but we can't prove

that he went back later with the murder weapon.

I just spoke to Michael Felton.

He confirmed everything Pete told us.

HMRC caught up with him just over a year ago.

To save the house, he transferred the deeds

over to his parents.

What about the decision to sell?

Frances asked Michael to convince his parents so Caleb

could go to California.

But Frances was keeping it a secret from Caleb. Why?

Maybe she thought he'd try to stop her

or at least feel bad about it.

These accounts are dated back to a year ago,

just after the family's finances were wiped out.

Maybe that's why Jack started selling Class As.

Good theory.

We've been lied to all along.

Call Ashley.

We're going to need her to run some new prints.

The blood on the knife and T-shirt

are a positive match for Jack's DNA profile.

No surprise there.

Did you have any luck with the prints?

They didn't seem to match anything I had in evidence.

I only found a partial on the handle of the utility knife.

But I've been testing each of the banknotes

from the sports bags you retrieved from Jack's house.

And I finally found some prints.

One of Jack's, a few unknowns, and another partial.

I checked the partial from the knife against the partial

from the banknote.

Together, they formed enough of a print to make a match.

Your hunch was right.

How can I help?

Your mother was right.

This course is very prestigious and also very expensive.

Almost $53,000 a year.

Not to mention housing and living costs.

How are you planning to pay for it?

I've got a grant.

That's interesting because we spoke

to their finance department,

and you haven't settled your tuition fees yet.

It's just taking a while to come through.

Ah. They also told us that you were meant

to start the course last year

but had to defer your place because of a family emergency,

i.e., your dad's whopping tax fine.

But they don't let students defer for more than a year.

So if you don't find the money by September,

you'll lose your place.

Must have been incredibly frustrating.

Jack got his education, paid for his own house.

You were on your way to becoming a professional musician,

and then everything got snatched away from you.

Is that why you persuaded Jack to graduate

from selling weed to Class As?

I had nothing to do with Jack's business.

This past week is the most involvement I've ever had.

Your handwriting gave you away.

You wrote the accounts just like you write the music.

Such a distinctive flair. Fancy fountain pen.

Finn Edwards has admitted you rang him at 2:30 PM

on Friday to cancel your session.

You both agreed not to tell his mum so Finn

could spend the afternoon with his mates

instead of practicing for his exam.

So I am a relaxed teacher.

I mean, what's that meant to prove?

You left a partial print on the drug money

we found in Jack's house.

And another one on the murder weapon.

Did you plan to kill Jack when you went round on Friday?

How can you ask me that?

Well, you took his phone and keys,

went to the storage unit to hide the murder weapon.

That's a cold, calculated crime.

It wasn't like that.

Perhaps you better explain it to us.

The plan was to go for lunch at Jack's

so we could go over the new orders.

But when I got there, he was in a state

because a customer had run off with his watch.

He didn't know how he was going to tell...

Mum.

Caleb. What happened next?

The veg boxes come in these flat packs.

So I started cutting them out of the packaging

and putting them together.

Jack refused to help.

He said he wanted to make the business legit.

Just sell the veg boxes.

He'd met a girl he really liked.

Someone special.

He said he was tired of having to lie.

He wanted a genuine relationship,

to finally show someone the real him.

No more hiding.

He'd only just met her.

And now we wanted to ruin everything.

I hadn't saved up enough for California.

It must have hurt,

Jack always putting his own needs above yours

when he'd already had so much.

I tried to talk him out of it.

He had the relationships with the dealers and the customers.

I just handled the accounts.

And he said he was done.

I had to find the money another way,

but there was no other way, not within my time frame.

Jack never had to work hard for anything.

Friends, women,

the business, everything came so easy to him.

And he couldn't do this one thing for me.

I still was holding the knife I used to cut out the boxes.

I don't understand how it happened.

I loved him so much!

The family liaison officer will talk you through

what happens next.

I should have told him that we were planning

to sell the house, but I just...

I just knew he wouldn't want to lose the family home.

But i-i-if I just told him,

none of this would have happened!

Frances, none of this is your fault.

D.S. Walsh is right.

Caleb has to take responsibility for his own actions.

Oh, Caleb! Caleb!

Caleb.

Oh, do you have to shoot?

I was thinking maybe it might be nice to try

one of the local pubs on the way home.

Yeah. Great little place by the river.

You prefer my company to your serial killer friends on TV?

I'll have you know, I have a very busy social life.

I just maybe haven't made the most of living in London.

You finished the documentary, didn't you?

Yeah. I literally have nothing better to do.

Well, at least I know where I stand. Drinks?

- Yep. - Yes, please.

The police rang while you were out.

Couldn't really go into details,

but they said that they've caught Jack's killer.

Oh.

Are you okay?

It's good to get closure

and to hear that Jack felt that connection, too.

You know?

I don't want us to fight.

Me either.

Nicholas.

Sadie. How are you?

Have you come to pick up your suit?

I got a call from Rena. She explained everything.

I thought we could have another look at that contract,

if that's what you both want.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were double booked.

Well, I decided...

that I'd much rather spend the evening with my nephew.

That sounds very unlikely.

What happened?

Well, I made the mistake of canceling on Eloise

before I checked to see whether Cindy was still free.

And I couldn't go back to Eloise and tell her

that I'd miraculously recovered from very severe food poisoning

in the last half an hour.

It sounds like dating two people at the same time

was more complicated than you thought.

- What's this you're drinking? - Oh.

It's been a tough week,

so I thought I'd treat myself to a Chateau Montclair.

See how it compares with the other stuff

I usually get on offer.

- And? - I can't tell the difference.

I'll get my own glass then, shall I?

Sorry. Yes. Please help yourself.

When I said, "Help yourself,"

I didn't mean to the entire contents of my fridge.

I told you my dinner plans fell through.

Very subtle.

Well, I thought you might need a little nudge

in the right direction.

Maybe there's no harm in giving it a try.

I'll do the bio.

We both know what your spelling is like.

I'll embellish it a little bit. Make you sound more exciting.

Isn't that called catfishing?

I'm just going to, you know, give you a few more hobbies.

What? I have lots of hobbies.

I mean, I... I cycle. I play the piano.

I... drink wine.

I eat cheese.

Exactly.

Horribly dull.

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