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Okay, everyone.

The killer left a medallion at
the first crime scene after all.

This one has "faith"
written on it.

Process it, please, Alice...
I want it fast-tracked.

Okay.

The first murder was
"faith," the second "hope,"

the next would be "charity."

There's going to be a
third murder? - No.

We're going to catch
the killer first.

All planned leave, training,

annual reviews...
it's all cancelled,

and I want a full update
on both murder cases

in my office in ten minutes.

And...

The medallion was found
by some civilians.

I've decided to hire
them as advisers.

Not that woman that was here!

No.

Oh, thank
Christ for that!

I thought you'd
lost the plot then.

I mean her and her two friends.

Becks
Starling, Suzie Harris,

and Judith Potts,
reporting for duty.

Good luck.

I can't believe
we get to do this.

For big
cases like this,

we can bring in
civilian advisers.

I'm just asking you
to go over these,

see if anything
jumps out for you.

Don't worry... something will.

We won't let you down.

We'll do
our best... hm.

Faith, hope, and
charity, from the Bible.

But it's also the motto
of the Freemasons.

I'll get my team to put together
a list of Freemasons in Marlow.

Thank you. Oh, and you'll
want to know about Chris Bott.

We had to release
him without charge.

He was in the United States

at the time of both murders.

He's in the clear.

Even though it was
his gun that was used.

We think it was his gun.

There's an old door at
the back of his house.

Anyone could have
picked the lock, got in,

stolen it.

This is mad!

Every time we find someone
that could've done it,

they've got an alibi.

Well, that's
not what's worrying me.

Why? What's worrying you?

What if the killer's
someone else entirely?

Someone we haven't
even considered yet?

Hi, everyone!

Where have you been?

You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

What are you doing?

Oh, there you are!

He thinks he can cook dinner.

It wasn't just going to be that.

What do you mean, I
won't believe you?

I've been helping the police.

With those two murders.

What...

You?

No...

No, of course.

You're the whole reason
this family works.

I'm sure it will be the
same with the police.

Hm?

How about a takeaway?

Yes!

Hello?

Ah, Elliot.

Just wanted to pick your brains.

Jeremy! Lovely
to hear from you.

How can I help? JEREMY:
Well, I'm sure it's nothing,

but I've just had a
call from the police.

They wanted a list of all
the members of the lodge.

They did?

You don't think it's
got anything to do

with these terrible
murders now, do you?

Oh, God, no, no, no,
of course not, no.

Although I don't suppose my
name was on that list, was it?

Oh, no, no, don't worry... it was
current members they were after.

I didn't tell them
you'd left last year.

Worry?

Why would
I worry? - Yes.

Indeed.

How's Luna settling in? Mm.

She misses Iqbal.

I feel so sorry for her.

Tell me about Zeta.

Zeta.

Well, she's amazing.

She's also a pain
in the...

You know what
teenagers are like.

It's always just
been the two of us.

I don't know what I'm going
to do when she goes to uni.

That sounds hard.

At least I'll be able to watch
what I want on the telly.

You said the other night that
you survived your husband.

What did you mean?

I'd rather not talk about it.

No, I get it, but,

if he was so bad,

why do you still wear
your wedding ring?

To remember.

Ma'am.

The list of Freemasons in
Marlow. Oh, great, thanks.

You should know, there
is no Stefan Dunwoody

or Iqbal Kassam, or Chris
Bott, for that matter.

There's no one who's
connected to either case?

Not that I could find.
Not even Elliot Howard?

He's not on the list.
Bit of a dead end, Sarge?

Not to worry.

Our civilian advisers
will come to the rescue.

That's what I reckon.

Sorry, ma'am.

Who's
got the case files?

Should...

Right.

Did Tanika say you
could take these?

Uh, not exactly, no.

But I worked through them
last night, and I must say,

she's very good at her job.

I couldn't find a single
lead she didn't follow up

or a clue or whatever.

Well, that's good to know.

But Suzie, I did find
Iqbal's bank statements.

They don't show any large
deposits in the last six months.

So it's like he said.

Are you a
millionaire yet, Iqbal?

I really don't want to
talk about this, Suzie.

Sorry.

Come on in, Luna.

Well,
whatever happened,

he didn't end up
getting a lot of money.

But there is this loose end.

In Tanika's report,

she says she saw a redheaded
woman at Stefan's funeral,

sitting on a nearby
bench in the graveyard.

But the woman left before
she had time to speak to her.

Receive him, we pray,

into the mansions of the saints.

Look also with favor
on those who mourn...

Yes, yes, I saw her, too.

She's someone I know from
yoga... her name's Liz Curtis.

Hold on... Liz Curtis
was at Stefan's funeral?

Well, not exactly.

But she was watching.

Why? Is that a surprise?

Damn right, it is...
that woman is a killer!

What? If we're
looking for someone

who could've carried
out these murders,

well, then, Liz Curtis
has killed before.

We can help
you here, Tanika.

The woman you saw
at Stefan's funeral

is Liz Curtis.

She runs the Marlow
Rowing Center

with her husband, Danny.
How do you know that?

I used to dogsit for
her a few years ago.

Anyway,
there was a really

bad flood... loads of
damage to the center.

They had to put it up for sale.

I mean, the whole
town rallied around

and got it back up on its
feet, but let me tell you,

Liz never wanted to sell
it in the first place.

And then, one day,

out of the blue, Liz
stopped using me.

I mean, whatever...
it happens.

But the next time I saw
Liz, Rollo wasn't with her.

She said the vet
had to put him down,

but, but was being
really weird about it.

So I asked around,

and I found out there'd been
nothing wrong with Rollo.

So
that is what I mean when I say

she has killed before.

A dog. It's still murder.

Okay, let me see what we
can dig up on Liz Curtis this end.

Oh, and check any links between
Liz Curtis and Elliot Howard.

Are you at the rowing center?

What's that?

You mustn't
speak to Liz Curtis. What's...

I want you all to come
to the station at once.

Sorry, the reception's very bad.

You're breaking up.

Do you think they bought that?

Shh! We
haven't turned it off.

You haven't turned
the phone off?

You didn't
turn it off?!

No, look, look, give it to me.

Where is it? All
right.

Jason?

I reckon we need to
do a background check

on Elizabeth Curtis from
the Marlow Rowing Center...

any links she might have
with either of the victims.

Oh, and Elliot Howard, as well.

If Mrs. Potts says
he's involved, then,

well, he's involved.

Isn't that right...

Sarge?

Morning, Liz.

Suzie, Becks.

You looking to go
out on the river?

Not exactly.

We wanted to talk to you
about Stefan Dunwoody.

Who?

Stefan Dunwoody.

No, I, I don't know the name.

Then why was you at his funeral?

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

I've really got to
get back to work.

You can't
just walk away, Liz.

Please don't follow
me. But she...

Becks saw you
there. It's true.

I was taking a break
in the cemetery.

And these people
came out the church,

and I didn't know
whose funeral it was.

Okay.

So what about Iqbal Kassam?

He's the, he's the taxi driver
who was, who was shot, right?

Just like Mr. Dunwoody was shot.

Are you sure of that?

Excuse me, um, I
really need to get on.

See you at yoga on Tuesday!

Does that look like an
innocent woman to you?

Has anyone got a bag on them?

Poo bag? That'll do nicely.

After the break-in at Stefan's,

the police found
fresh fingerprints

on the door handle.

You think it was Liz

who stole the painting?

Well, she's guilty of something.

That's Liz's
husband, Danny.

We should talk to
him... come on.

Hi, Danny.

Hey, Suze. You all right?

Have you got a minute?

Sure... what's up? BECKS: Wow!

Is this all Liz?

Certainly is, yeah.

I used to row once, too.

That's how we met.

But then she won a gold
medal at the Sydney Olympics,

so compared to her, I
was nothing.

So, um, how can I help? We're
here on a police matter.

No way!
Yes way.

Just wanted to ask you about
Liz and Stefan Dunwoody.

Well, what do you want to know?

Well, did Liz know Stefan?

Sure... sorry, who are you?

Oh, of course... Judith Potts.

And I'm Becks Starling.

Although it says "Rebecca" on
here... I do yoga with your wife.

Um, you were saying
that Liz knew Stefan?

Yeah, had done for years.

Ask her yourself.

She was pretty shaken
up when he died.

It's not my thing, art, but
Liz is into all that stuff.

I mean, they weren't
close or anything,

but, well, she was definitely
upset about his death,

no question about it.

What about Iqbal Kassam?

You, you mean the other
guy that got shot?

Yeah, did she know him at all?

You're asking 'cause she used
him the other day, aren't you?

No.

I mean yes.

Yes, we are.

Look, the car was
in for a service,

so Liz said she had to get a
taxi to do the weekly shop.

That's all.

I mean, she could've
used any taxi firm.

She just happened to use his.

Sorry.

I've got to be in
Nottingham later on.

I'm coaching the GB
Under-19s kayak team.

Wow, that's amazing... congrats.

Thanks... um,
I'll talk to Liz,

and if she's got anything to
say about that taxi journey,

I'll get her to call the police.

Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks, Danny.

Hm, see you around.
Bye.

Bye! Nice to meet you.

Well, that's a
turn-up for the books.

Everything Liz
told us was a lie.

She knew Stefan Dunwoody!

And she used Iqbal's taxi.

Assuming he's
telling us the truth.

I wonder if there's
a way to find out.

Maybe there is.

A dog walker has many keys.

But Tanika said we had to go
straight back to the station...

We're not going to do
that, though, are we?

No.

Are you okay? Yeah.

I've still got Liz
Curtis's number in my phone.

Could you look it up for me?

Yeah, of course.

Here's Liz's number. Great.

All Iqbal's bookings

came through this landline,

so if I can see his
call register...

There, okay.

So Iqbal's register says

that Liz Curtis called him last
week, just like Danny said.

I don't understand...
why would she lie to us?

No, Judith!

You've not opened Iqbal's
post, have you?

Well, it was just lying there.

But it's against the
law! Ah, but is it?

Yes!

So what've you got?

It's a letter from Wahab
and Rahman Solicitors.

You're incorrigible.

Oh, good... I'd hate
to be corrigible.

Solicitors writing to Iqbal?

They've got hold of a copy
of Iqbal's neighbor's will

from the probate office.

He was a man called
Ezra Harrington. Ezra!

That's the man who died...
Luna's original owner.

They're saying that Ezra's old
will left his estate to Iqbal.

Is this the reason
that Iqbal thought

he was going to be rich?

So why didn't he get the money?

Um, they're saying that
two weeks before he died,

Ezra drew up a new will
that replaced the old one.

Or rather, Ezra's
solicitor drew it up,

a man called Giles Bishop.

He was also sole executor...

Oh, hold on.

Giles Bishop was also
the sole beneficiary.

What? His solicitor inherited

his whole estate?

I think we need to find out
who this Giles Bishop is.

The PCC's breathing
down my neck.

The press are saying
we're incompetent.

Now, I can handle all that,

but there's been a formal
complaint from one of your team

about your handling of the case.

I've followed correct
procedure at all times.

Being S.I.O. is about more

than following
correct procedure.

Ms. Potts to see you.

Go on.

Excuse me.

Um, the prints on this notebook

belong to Liz Curtis.

You need to see if they match

any of the
fingerprints you found

on the door handle
at Stefan's house.

Is this a poo bag?

Yep.

Ah, Tanika.

We've just spoken to Danny,
Liz Curtis's husband,

and he says that Liz used
Iqbal's taxi last week.

A fact that we've
been able to confirm

How?

She called Iqbal
on the third of July

at 2:31 p.m.

Boom.

It's true, look.

This is Iqbal
Kassam's taxi logbook,

and, afternoon of the third:

"Liz, local pickup and return,

eighteen pounds."

That's amazing.

Thank you, Jason.

And you should know

that Liz denies
knowing Iqbal Kassam

or, indeed, Stefan Dunwoody.

Even though she
knew both of them.

Alice, can you pull
the GPS data from Mr. Kassam's

satnav for the afternoon
of July the third?

Got it, yeah. JUDITH:
Well, we'd better be off.

Uh, where are you going?
I need to speak to you.

Uh, sorry, we need
to see a bishop.

That's what you said
last time. Don't worry!

We'll be back as soon as we can.

Come along, chaps.

Yep, what is it?

Mr. Bishop, sorry to interrupt.

There's a woman here that
says she needs to talk to you.

I'm having lunch.

She says it's about the
Ezra Harrington will?

Okay, um, yeah, okay.

Well, tell her I'll be
there in five... okay.

Rich, put it on my tab, yeah?

No worries, Giles.

Chess piece
has left the building.

I repeat, the chess piece
has left the building.

He is now proceeding

down the high street in
a westerly direction.

And he very definitely
looked shocked

when he heard about
Ezra Harrington.

Becks, could you
just...

Say less... I'm doing
my best work here.

Yeah, he's crossing
over the road... now.

What?!

Yeah, the chess piece
hasn't spoken to anyone

or used his phone.

Judith,

he's going to be with
you five, four, three...

There are you.

Um, I'm sorry?

You're Mr. Bishop,
aren't you? Yes.

What of it? Uh, Judith
Potts... may I have a word?

You see,

I have an elderly aunt...
she hasn't long left with us.

But she's just
appointed her solicitor

executor of her will.

And also left her
entire estate to him.

So?

Well, don't you think
that's rather odd?

It seems rather odd to me.

Why don't you contact
my secretary, hm?

But of course, it wouldn't
seem odd to you, would it?

Because that's what you
did with Ezra Harrington.

You drew up his will,

you executed it, and you
were also sole beneficiary.

I think the Law
Society would find that

very interesting.

Look, I don't know
who you are, but you're right.

If you have any issues,
contact the Law Society.

Now, I really must get on.

Okay, team, I'm going in.

I need to give
Mr. Bishop his pen back.

All right, I'm off, then.

I'll, uh, be back
tomorrow evening.

Liz?

What?

Are you okay?

Fine.

Okay, on the
solicitor's office plan,

there's a fire exit here at
the back of the building.

But only one entrance

here, at the front.

Well, surely we can't
just march in there

and steal the contents
of his shredder.

Well, we're not
going to do that.

We're going to sneak
in and then steal it.

I don't feel good about this.

No, the front
entrance is no good.

We'll never get past the
receptionist here. I know.

Maybe we could get
in through his window.

Oh, good point...
he is on the ground floor.

Yeah, but we'd need to get him
out the office first.

Oh, sorry, darling,
didn't know you were in here.

Oh! Oh, you're the friends
helping with the police.

How lovely...
sorry to interrupt.

You're right.

The only way into the building
is through the window.

And I know exactly how
we can get him out.

Boom.

Sam's old hamster cage.

Dead.

Shame.

Yeah.

You never know
what we might find.

She kept everything in here.

Perfect!

Good old Aunt Jess.

- Everything we need.
- Thank you.

Wow, we've
even got wheels.

Yes.
Perfect... with the hat.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Hello.

I'd like to see Giles Bishop.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm happy to wait.

It's a rather delicate matter.

Let me see if he's available.

If you'd take a seat.

Actually, do you have
a loo that I could use?

Yes, it's down the corridor
and up the stairs. Thank you.

Go away.

Shoo!

Oh!

Hello. Hello.

Giles Bishop, uh,
senior partner.

May I help?

I'm fine, I'm just, um,
wanted a glass of water.

Ooh.

Coffee. Oh.

We're on.

Right.

What's that? Fire alarm.

Aren't we gonna
clear the building?

It's probably just a test.

Okay, everyone
out the front.

There's smoke upstairs.

All right, this isn't a drill.

Come on, everyone out.

Um, sorry,

where are we going?

The muster point is out front.

But the fire exit's at the back.

The muster point is out front.

Come on, everyone, let's go!

Okay, here goes.

Go on.

I'm trying!

Oh, God! What?

What if the fire is out here?

How could the fire be out
here? Um, I don't know.

That doesn't sound very
likely, does it? No.

Careful.

Okay.

Okay, I've found it!

It was the toaster!

Who did this?

You can all go back in now.

Now? Fine, yeah.

Come on, everyone, back inside.

Back to work, please. But...

Come on in,
everyone, come inside.

Coffee.

Can somebody get me
another cup of coffee?

Thank you.

Mr. Bishop.

Sorry if I was, um,

a bit odd just now.

I've got a family
problem that, um,

I need to talk
about, but outside.

I could do with the fresh air.

You've just had some fresh air.

I love fresh air.

Let's get some fresh air.

What a trooper.

Really taking one
for the team, Becks.

Good girl.

It's my husband.

He takes me for granted.

Right, so you want a divorce.

Uh, well, it's just, uh,

he expects me to be his
cook and bottle washer.

And I know he's got
an important job,

but, um, well,

whenever he does anything,
he always announces it,

like he deserves a prize.

Huh. "I've taken
the bins out."

All right, wow.

Or, "Don't worry, I've
tidied the shoe rack."

Shoe rack? I don't want
the shoe rack tidied.

I want the kids'
bedrooms tidied. Right.

Do you know, the other
day, he actually said,

"I've picked a newspaper
up off the floor."

What even is that?

So, why do you want to see me?

Um, just to grumble, really.

Thanks for listening.

I feel so much better.

What?

Did you get it?

Did we get it? Yes!

We got it!:
Whoop, whoop!

The women! Yes!

Is this the satnav data
from Mr. Kassam's car?

Yeah, this
is the taxi journey

that Mr. Kassam took just
after Liz Curtis phoned him.

Mr. Kassam's house is here
and the rowing center's here.

But where
does he take her?

I don't believe it.

Zoom in where it stops.

That's Chris Bott's
house, right there.

It was Liz Curtis
who got the gun.

And used Mr. Kassam's
taxi to take her there.

So, how do we do this?

I imagine it's like a jigsaw.

We sort the pieces
into different colors.

Quite so.

First, we have to work out
what's general office paper...

Yeah? and then what's the
paper that Giles shredded.

So, what's the plan?

Well, the page I saw
Giles holding was shiny.

Like from a magazine.

So let's start with sorting
the shiny from the plain.

Right, let's go.

The evidence suggests Liz
Curtis is our prime suspect,

but it's circumstantial.

We don't have enough
to arrest her yet.

She broke into Chris Bott's
house and stole his Luger.

We don't know that for sure.

We just know she
took a taxi there.

But why else would she go there
while he was in the States?

Sarge, forensics
have matched the fingerprints

we lifted from the door
handle and the window

of Mr. Dunwoody's house
after the break-in.

And?

They belong to Liz Curtis.

Well, at least, they belong
to the prints that we lifted

off the notepad that
Mrs. Potts brought in.

We need to arrest

Liz Curtis, now.

It's like the
needle in a haystack.

There's writing on both sides.

We just have
to be methodical.

Work through this
one piece at a time.

I can't read anything this
small at the best of times.

Oops... sticky fingers.

Oh, this is impossible.

We ain't never gonna be able
to put this back together.

Oh, I think
I've found a shiny one.

Hello? TANIKA : Judith.

Are you anywhere
near Liz Curtis?

No.

Why? Oh, hold on.

Go on.

We've credible evidence

that links her to both murders.

You think Liz Curtis
is the killer?

We're bringing
her in for questioning.

What links have you found
between her and Elliot Howard?

Well, none so far, but...

And what
about Giles Bishop?

Who's Giles Bishop?

We think he's involved
in Iqbal's murder.

Liz can't be a
Freemason, she's a woman.

The medallions are
unlikely to have come from her.

Look, we're heading to
the rowing center now.

I just want to make
sure you were safe.

Speak later.

We're not gonna
miss this, are we?

Okay.

Secure the area... I'm
not having her get away.

Hackett, those huts over there.

Yes, Sergeant. Jason.

Check out reception.

You check out reception,
I'll check out the...

It's like I've
been saying all along.

Forget Elliot Howard.

Forget Giles Bishop.

Liz Curtis is the killer.

She has always been the killer.

No, no,
no, no, no, no.

You three are
staying right there.

Stay!

Who put him in charge?

Oh, no!

Brendan! BRENDAN:
What you got?

Over here.

Oh, my G...

She's not the killer.

She's the third victim.

Nobody can find Mr. Curtis,

and he's not
answering his phone.

- He's our man, isn't he?
- He's in Nottingham.

What? Mr. Curtis coaches
a youth kayaking team.

A uniform just broke
the news to him

in his hotel over
100 miles away.

Well, then...

Well, maybe he shot his
wife before he left.

Paramedics say Mrs. Curtis had
been dead less than an hour.

Any other theories?

This is our fault.

We were messing around
in Giles Bishop's office

when the murderer came for Liz.

No, we weren't messing around.

What if it was
Giles who shot her?

You think he had time
to come down here

and do that after I left him?

It's possible.

But his problem's with
Iqbal, not with Liz.

Why would he want to kill her?

Wait.

Where's Judith?

Excuse me... sorry.

Where is he?

Where have you been
this afternoon?

I asked you a question.

We've been holding an auction
for clocks and watches.

And when did that start?

At 10:00 this morning.

Since which time,
I've been in front

of at least 50
people at all times.

Why?

There's been another murder.

Well, it can't have had anything

- to do with me, then.
- It's true.

We've both been in front of
witnesses the whole time.

Get out.

Before I call the police.

The real police.

We need to meet.

Mr. Curtis.

I'll get that.

So sorry for your loss.

Where are you going?

We need to find out
what's going on.

We don't.

Suzie, we shouldn't be here.

This is wrong.

- I
- still can't believe it.

I can't imagine
what you're going through.

Everyone liked her.

- Loved her, you know.
- Of course.

I'm the difficult one.

The one who loses his temper.

She just got on with things.

She's a, she's a doer, you know.

I'm sorry to ask, but, um,

when did you last see her?

Yesterday.

Before I left for Nottingham.

And how was she?

I don't know.

A bit out of sorts, maybe.

In, in what way?

Distracted.

Snappy, you know?

I wanted to ask her
what was wrong, but...

It's too late now.

Do you have any idea
what was upsetting her?

These murders
really bothered her.

She's been acting
strangely withdrawn.

She'd been out of the
house a lot and...

Wouldn't tell me
what was going on.

Hey, Zeta.

Yeah.

Oh, news travels fast.

No, no, no, no, no, no, your
mum's nowhere near any...

Zeta! No!

Look, there's no need for that.

You don't have to...

All right, well, if
you're coming home,

let me know when you land,

and I'll come and
get you, all right?

I can't
wait to see you.

Yeah.

I've got to go.

Suzie.

Ah, yeah, I was just,
just checking these tires.

Ooh! They're super-fine.

This isn't a game.

Yeah, I know.

I know.