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Oh, you came-- both of you.

Someone's been busy.

The bullet that killed Mr. Kassam was fired

from the same gun that was used to kill Mr. Dunwoody.

Liz? You okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

The police asked me

about some sort of medallion.

A medallion at one scene

implies a medallion at the other.

Faith, hope, and charity.

There's going to be a third murder.

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? - 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.

- I didn't know him. - 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? - 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.

- Let them know. - 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.

- Correct. - 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

- for ourselves. - 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. - 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.

Sure. 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? - 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! - 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.

I hired three untrained women as civilian advisers.

And they've been getting results.

There's going to be a fourth murder.

Promise you'll stay away from me tonight.

What? Why?

It's Judith-- I think she's in danger.