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♪ Radio Midsomer ♪

You're listening to

"Late Night

with Jordan Briggs."

The phone lines are open,

so don't be shy.

Ah. Next up, we have

Karen from Carver Valley.

Karen?

Yeah, hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry, I disagree with you

about the war on drugs.

You think they should

all be legalized?

Party time for everyone?

Well, no, not all of them,

but definitely cannabis.

I mean, it's harmless, isn't it?

It's linked to serious

psychiatric disorders, Karen.

If you can't see

the harm in that,

then obviously your drug use

has had an impact.

Barry, you're live

on Midsomer FM.

♪ Home ♪

♪ Comin' home ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Feels like coming home ♪

♪ Comin' home ♪

♪ Comin' home ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Feels like coming home ♪

Come on!

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Feels like coming home ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Feels like coming home ♪

♪ Comin' home... ♪

So, what?

Legalize it all

and hope for the best?

Great logic.

No. Aha. You think

you're so clever, don't you?

You're like an expert

on everything.

But you don't know

what you're talking about.

Ooh. Personal insults already.

Well done, Barry.

You win the prize -- most

moronic call of the show so far.

Mm.

11 Prat Points to you.

More calls after

the travel news.

So, how long have you been

on the force, now, then?

Getting on for 25 years.

No, thank you.

Seriously --

of everyone at university,

he's the last one you'd pick

as a police officer.

What makes you say that?

Well, they're meant to be tough,

aren't they?

You weren't exactly

an action hero

unless the action

involved a game of "Scrabble."

Hi.

Richard!

Thanks so much for coming!

Have you got a drink?

- No, I haven't, actually.

- Come on. Let's sort you out.

♪ I wanna dance, dance, dance,

come on ♪

And that's why I stay at home

when you meet up with her.

She didn't mean it.

It's just her sense of humor.

Hilarious.

If she's so much fun,

why do you only see her

once in a blue moon?

I'm very busy.

She's not that bad.

Anyway, I've known her forever.

Stop it.

♪ I wanna dance, dance, dance ♪

I'm so proud of you.

Mwah.

Oh, don't.

You're gonna start me off again.

Come on.

Thank you.

All right?

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

We need everyone outside.

The fireworks

are in 15 minutes, okay?

That number again --

0345 40 40 492.

I'm ready to take your calls.

This is yours truly,

Jordan Briggs,

on Midsomer FM.

Hello. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Ooh. Bride?

Groom?

Can't find them.

Maybe they're, you know...

Oh, Gavin!

Good.

Any idea where Laurel's got to?

- She's not here?

No.

Oh, she's gone to get

changed, hasn't she?

- Has she? I'll get her.

No. No. No.

I'm not losing you again.

Could someone who is not part

of the wedding party

please fetch Laurel?

What room's she in?

The Queen Anne suite.

Thank you.

Laurel?

♪ Radio Midsomer ♪

Coming up in the next hour...

- Laurel?

- ...more on our new

Road Safety campaign.

We want to hear

different voices

from around Midsomer County,

telling us about us about

your experiences on the --

- Is Sarah okay out there?

- She's fine.

- Honestly. She said she's fine.

I didn't want to come to this

thing in the first place.

We hardly know anyone.

Sarah said that you were

friends with the groom's mother,

Hazel Webster.

Sarah was when we

were all at university.

They were best friends.

Hazel was never my biggest fan.

Her name's Laurel Newman --

or Laurel Webster now,

I suppose.

She'd been married

to Gavin Webster

for about eight hours.

What's that in her mouth?

Ribbon.

Looks like it might

have been cut

from the lacing

on her corset.

Okay.

That's different.

Tied in a bow

around her tongue.

Laurel was a talk-show host

on Midsomer FM.

When Sarah found her,

the radio was on full blast

and tuned to her station.

Well, that sends

a pretty clear message.

Any thoughts on cause of death?

Not sure yet.

But from the way this dress

has been tightened,

she might have been

squeezed to death.

Is that possible?

Extreme constriction

of the corset

causing internal damage --

a collapsed lung, maybe.

It happened

in the late 18th century.

Society's obsession

with tiny-waisted women.

That's insane.

Good thing we've moved on, eh?

Just Botox

and exploding breast implants

to worry about these days.

What are they?

Beads -- three of them.

They're not trodden

into the carpet yet,

so they can't have

been here long.

Madam.

I should be with her.

She's my wife.

I can't let you see her yet.

I'm sorry.

Gavin, they're just

doing their job.

If they'd done their job,

she'd be alive.

- Gavin.

- No, Mum.

Three times, we went to

the police, and what did you do?

Was Laurel being threatened?

Months of trolling online.

Then these packages

started turning up --

road kill, dead animals.

"Keep a log" --

that's all you lot had to say.

It started happening

at our house, too,

after they'd moved in with us.

Do you still have

any of these packages?

I kept one.

It's in the freezer at my shop.

Do you have any idea

who would do this?

They get some weirdos

calling the radio show.

Could be any of 'em.

Okay.

You said Laurel

walked her friend Marcia

out to a taxi at 10:30.

Where did you go after that?

There's a -- There's a cottage

in the grounds.

We were meant

to stay there tonight.

I went to decorate it.

- On your own?

- Yes.

Why hasn't someone turned

that thing off?!

We'll let him get some sleep.

Are you feeling

any better now, Philip?

- Sorry?

Your headache.

You said it was why you missed

the ceremony this afternoon.

Oh, the -- the migraines.

Yeah.

No, they -- they get better

in the evening.

Mm.

How did you both

get on with Laurel?

Okay...most of the time.

But, um -- Have you heard

her radio show?

She was very...opinionated.

Argumentative, really.

It's not always easy

to deal with.

You're saying she made enemies?

None of her own family are here.

It's classic

distancing behavior.

You're not at work now.

Ever the psychologist.

John knows what I'm talking

about -- he did the same course.

No family on her big day.

Difficulty maintaining

key relationships.

What does that tell you?

Were you happy that your son

was marrying Laurel today?

We were happy that he was happy.

And I thought my in-laws

didn't like me.

Do you think that's why

he wasn't at the ceremony?

Couldn't bear to watch?

- I don't know.

But run his details -

he's got form.

- What for?

- Fraud.

He was a solicitor.

He stole from his clients.

Sarah said he's only been

out of prison a few months.

Juliet Evans,

Perfect Love Weddings.

This is my assistant,

Grace Briggs.

I've put together

some information --

staff contact list,

timetable, master guest list.

And key members

of the wedding party

highlighted in pink,

no-shows in green.

Right.

Thank you.

As you can see,

there was no best man,

but the maid of honor's

over there.

Aisha Khalique.

Uh, yes, I remember her

from the speeches.

She was pretty far gone by then.

Every wedding.

There's always one.

That's why I come prepared.

Oh.

Job for you, I think.

Good luck.

Did either of you see

Laurel or Gavin

after about 10:30?

They both disappeared.

And this photo shoot at 10:45

in front

of the projection screen,

now, I assume

that didn't happen?

No, but that's what

made me realize

she'd gone to get changed.

She wanted those photos

to show off her second dress.

- Laurel had a second dress?

Lots of brides do it.

Traditional white for the day,

something more glamorous

for dancing.

Do you know what this

second dress looked like?

Was it beaded?

No idea. Sorry.

But it must have been

pretty special.

She wanted to make

a big entrance.

There was no other

dress in the room.

We need to find out

what happened to it.

Did you get any sense

out of Aisha Khalique?

Only that she worked

with Laurel

and that she was her

bestest best best mate ever.

I arranged for a taxi to take

her back to Little Denton.

- Let's try again tomorrow.

- Mm.

I did speak

to the hotel manager, though.

There's no CCTV,

but the system records

every time that a keycard

is used.

Laurel's hotel room was accessed

at 10:36

using her own keycard.

Suggests the willingness

to let the killer in.

Or they forced her

to use her card.

We need to speak to this man,

too -- Jordan Briggs.

He was due to come, then

canceled at the last minute.

What, Jordan Briggs?

The "Prat Points" deejay

on the radio?

You listen to him?

I tried to once

when Betty was teething.

But I had to switch him off

before we both

ended up screaming.

I was out with friends.

We lost track of time.

Mm-hmm. Which friends?

Grace. Which friends?

You're in no position

to upset me right now,

are you, Dad?

Gavin.

Uh, maybe just

give him some space.

Phil?

We've had a break in.

- Are you sure?

- Look!

- Oh.

- My computer's still here.

- Oh. Better leave that.

- We have to report it.

I said leave it.

No police.

Cause of death was

massive internal bleeding.

The tightening of the corset

caused a rib to snap,

which ruptured her spleen.

What kind of force

would that take?

A fair bit.

And the tongue?

I'd say the ribbon was tied

around it postmortem.

I haven't been able to identify

that residue yet.

I have sent a sample

off to the lab.

- Anything else?

- It would be good

if that meringue

could be collected --

it's bringing back memories

of my first wedding.

I didn't know

you'd been married.

Oh, I've been down the aisle

a few times.

Although it wasn't an aisle

as such -- in Vegas.

♪ Radio Midsomer ♪

Jordan Briggs --

Laurel's co-host.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hi.

We're all, um,

struggling to get

our heads round this.

How long had you been

working together?

Three years.

She started as a regular guest,

but then they wanted

more female presenters.

You know what it's like.

And how was she

to work with?

Good.

You know, we laid

into each other on air,

but that's the job.

I mean, we'd have no show

if we agreed on everything.

Please come this way.

You were due to be at the

wedding yesterday, is that right

Yeah, but then we decided

I should do the show on my own

to keep some consistency.

Oh.

I, um -- I believe my daughter

was there, though --

Grace Briggs.

Oh, yes.

She was working for Juliet.

- So she was there.

- Is that a problem?

No. No problem. Please.

This is Aisha, our producer.

We met last night.

- Did we?

Oh, yeah. Of course.

Sorry.

Can you remember the last time

you saw Laurel yesterday?

We were dancing together.

No idea what time it was.

I just remember

she -- she looked so happy.

Did she mention changing into

a second dress at any point?

She didn't have

a second dress, not that I saw.

Her husband mentioned some

unpleasant things in the post.

That had her really freaked out.

- Was it always dead animals?

Yeah.

Foxes and badgers.

Oh, a rat once.

Did any of your callers

seem particularly fixated

on Laurel?

Several.

When you host

a late-night phone-in,

you find out how many nutters

there are out there.

Some of them

call in every night.

Did Laurel mention the name

of her wedding venue on air?

She did. Yeah.

More than once.

Okay.

We'll need

the station's phone records

and a list of those

frequent callers

with time codes.

Do you really think

it's a listener?

We can't rule it out.

It's just -- Has anyone spoken

to you about Serena Madison?

- Oh, come on.

- What?

- She hated her.

- Who's Serena Madison?

Gavin's ex-fiancée.

He left her two years ago

to be with Laurel --

actually jilted her

at the altar.

And she's been finding ways

to get back at them ever since.

Like what?

Serena's father owned

a stake in Midsomer FM,

and she inherited his share.

Laurel thought she was trying

to get our show canceled.

Serena Madison.

That name was inside

Laurel's wedding dress.

It's what she does.

She's a bridal-wear designer.

Did Serena know

that Laurel was getting married

in one of her dresses?

Oh, yeah.

She knew.

It's probably what

pushed her over the edge.

It's about giving

people control...

- Is that Laurel?

- Yes.

It's from her final show.

But some people

can't be saved

and don't want to be.

What you're arguing for

is denying them a choice.

Right, and what

you're arguing for

is putting people down.

Well, maybe someone should

put you down, eh?

Thanks, Steve.

Ever the charmer.

Every caller

with an attitude like that

needs to be identified

and interviewed.

Any luck with her family?

Um, Hazel was right

about lack of contact --

mother and sister down in Devon,

didn't even know

she was getting married.

What about this second dress?

No sign of it in the hotel room.

But forensics did find this,

though, in her purse.

"Madame X"?

There are numbers for an

unregistered pay-as-you-go.

How are you with jazz?

Happier when I can't hear any.

Why?

Well, there's this strange bit

just as she signs off.

That's it from me.

I'm off to get my beauty sleep

before my wedding.

What's that, Laurel?

You're getting married?

Ooh.

You never mentioned it!

Oh, shush.

I've not been that bad.

But before I go, I know

we don't usually play music,

but there's a record

I'd like to dedicate

to someone special,

someone I was honored to help.

This is for you.

- Worth finding out what that is.

- Yeah, just a sec.

What are you doing?

It's called

"Loving And Letting Go"

by the Tiger Quartet.

From now on,

it's a pound in there

every time you make me feel old.

I'm not made of money.

So who do we think this, um,

someone special is?

I don't know.

But "Loving and Letting Go"?

It sounds like a message

to an ex.

Serena Madison?

- I'm D.C.I. Barnaby. This is --

- Shoes off, please.

You'll have to wait a moment.

Take a seat.

So, what do you think?

It really does suit you,

and the color's

gonna be so lovely.

Bit behind on my laundry.

Thank you so much, darling.

You're going to look

absolutely spectacular.

Thank you. Mwah.

- Oh.

- Oh, that was amazing!

How can I help you, gentlemen?

Are you okay?

Yes. Oh, this.

This is the, uh, tactical tear.

The bride tries on a dress

slightly over budget,

ideally in front of the mother,

and you well up,

simply overwhelmed

by how perfect it is.

Everyone does it.

Probably.

We're here to talk to you

about Laurel Newman.

Why would I want

to talk about her?

She was murdered

last night at her wedding.

Well, what do you

expect me to say?

You obviously know

what she did to me,

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

How did Gavin meet Laurel?

At the Christmas party

for the radio station.

I introduced them.

Then they went behind

my back for months

before he humiliated me

on my wedding day.

That must've been difficult.

I drove round that church

for an hour.

I couldn't believe he'd done it.

Have you seen Laurel since then?

Zero contact

with either of them.

I have to ask --

where were you last night?

I was at home

on my own, drinking gin,

watching mutual friends

post Gavin's wedding photos

on Facebook.

It was quite the evening,

I can tell you.

Were you aware that Laurel

was getting married

in one of your dresses?

Oh, I tried to stop that.

Believe me.

That entire wedding was paid for

by a magazine competition.

Under my PR deal,

I had to provide the winner

with a dress.

They won their wedding

in a magazine?

Nobody told you?

Well, I suppose

it's frightfully naff.

That's why it had

to happen on a Friday.

Why do you think

Laurel agreed to wear

one of your designs

given the situation?

It was part of the prize.

Well, and I do make

beautiful dresses.

You didn't think she was, uh,

rubbing your nose in it?

I couldn't possibly say.

Someone

at the radio station suggested

that you were

making trouble for Laurel,

forcing her show off the air.

Well,

someone at the radio station

overestimates my power.

I'm not the majority

shareholder.

And besides, vengeance

really isn't my style.

Speak to the tech team.

See if any of the trolling

came from her I.P. address.

Will do.

And have you got an address

for Marcia Jackson there,

this friend that Laurel

was walking to the taxi?

Uh, yeah.

But this is weird.

Juliet Evans,

the -- the wedding planner,

she left her laptop

in Laurel's hotel room,

so it was processed

with everything else.

But apparently,

we can't get into it.

- What do you mean?

- It's got some sort

of serious encryption

software on it --

sort of thing you see

with organized crime.

Why would a wedding planner

need that level of security?

I don't know, but when I ran

the names of the guests

through the PNC,

only two came back --

Philip Webster for fraud,

and Juliet Evans for

violent assault against an ex.

- See you Monday.

- Bye.

I got your messages.

I'm not having

a conversation about this.

She's my daughter.

Yes. Your 18-year-old daughter.

She can do what she likes.

You -- You stay away from her.

Excuse me.

You and Laurel

were obviously close.

Oh, yes.

We were best friends.

Can you take us

through what happened

when you said goodbye to Laurel?

She came out with me

to the taxi.

I waved as we drove off,

and she went the other way.

- Which way was that?

- To the side of the hotel.

I think there was someone there.

She seemed to know them.

- Did you see who it was?

- It was dark.

But they had a cigarette.

I could see it glowing.

I think they had

a sort of hunch back.

Male or more female?

Oh I couldn't see.

My eyes are terrible.

That's okay.

Thank you for your help.

Oh, another cup of tea

before you go?

I'd love to,

but we need to get on.

Oh, um, there's one

other question, though --

Laurel finished her show

with a record called

"Loving and Letting Go."

She said it was

for someone special.

- Oh, that would be for Gavin.

Maybe.

But is there anyone else

we should be aware of?

Oh, she'd never do the dirty

on him, if that's what you mean.

No. If there was someone

special, it was Gavin.

Does that look like

zero contact to you?

I hate jazz.

So did Laurel.

I've got no idea

why she'd play that.

So who do you think it was for?

Was she still in contact

with any ex partners?

Not that I know of.

I don't even know why I'm here.

I thought it might calm me down.

Are these from Serena Madison?

We saw her leaving just now.

Yeah.

She brought flowers

to a flower shop?

Classic Serena, isn't it?

What do you mean?

Chrysanthemum --

that represents fidelity.

Dahlia for betrayal.

She couldn't keep

the smirk off her face.

What happened

between you and Serena?

Basically, I behaved very badly.

We'd been together

for four years,

and things were okay.

But then I met Laurel,

and it was totally

different, you know?

I wanted to call

things off then,

but it felt like

it was too late.

So on the wedding day...

I still couldn't tell her.

I had to send

my brother Noel to do it.

God -- I remember

justifying it to myself

like, "Noel's a medical student.

He's trained to break bad news."

I'm not proud of it.

Did Serena blame Laurel

for what happened?

'Course she did.

But I know her.

She's not got it in her

to kill anyone.

Did you ever wonder

if it might've been Serena

who was sending those packages?

- No.

There's no way she could have

done it even if she wanted to.

She's a massive animal lover,

vegan and all that.

She could never

mess around with them.

What do you mean, "mess around"?

Got one here.

Look.

Serena wouldn't be able

to touch it,

let alone do that to it.

- Were they all like this?

- Yeah.

Different animals,

but all with ribbons

around their tongue.

Actually, sir,

as the senior officer,

I think you should ask her.

- Nice try.

Toxicology report --

it's all clear.

In terms of DNA, we've got

dozens of different profiles,

but that's to be expected,

with everyone hugging

and kissing the bride.

What about that residue

around her mouth?

Talc from a common brand

of latex glove.

So the murderer came prepared.

Looks like it.

I'll let you know

if there's anything else.

Actually, um

we were hoping

to get your expertise on this.

Gas mark 6 for 90 minutes.

Be lovely with a bit of fennel.

It was sent to the victim,

and we'd be very grateful

if you could, uh...

The subject is female,

well-nourished,

partially defrosted.

Evidence of trauma

to the right side of the head --

possibly an RTC.

Hold on.

I think Flopsy here

might be microchipped.

Pass me that.

No.

The scalpel.

Thank you.

There you go.

Get that to a vet,

and he'll scan it for you.

Your boyfriend's a vet,

isn't he?

We'll take it to him.

- Ugh. No.

I ended that weeks ago.

Although the smell of livestock

really lingers.

Laurel's room card was used

at 10:36,

and her body was discovered

just after 11:00.

So we're looking at

a very tight window.

How are you getting on

with those phone records

from the radio station?

So far, we've, uh --

we've identified

seven regular callers,

and their alibis check out.

There are at least three others

on unregistered mobiles.

Okay. We need a team

listening to those calls.

See if they give away

any details about themselves.

But if the person

that Marcia saw was the killer,

then it was someone

that Laurel knew.

It wasn't some anonymous troll.

They could be one and the same.

Laurel might have known

this troll in real life.

Did we get any DNA

off those beads?

Nothing usable, and they

don't match any of the outfits

worn by the guests.

They're old, apparently --

1920s.

Sounds like the kind

of thing Serena sells.

So, assuming for a minute

that those beads came off

Laurel's second dress,

what happened to it?

The killer got rid of it

in case their DNA was on it.

Or they kept it as a trophy.

We need to find that dress.

Hello!

Come in! Come in! Sorry!

Bad timing -- I'm just

dissolving some sugar,

and I don't want it to burn.

- Pear and ginger chutney. Nice!

Yes.

Now,

the secret is a decent pan

and a nice, even simmer.

Are you making it to sell?

That's the idea, yes.

I am the chutney king.

Bit of a change of career.

So what can I do for you?

I thought they'd done this.

Doesn't hurt to do it again.

No. Of course.

What happened here?

Oh, that's ancient.

The joys of bringing up sons.

Right.

I'll be in the greenhouse

if you need me.

How long have Laurel and Gavin

been staying here?

About two months.

She had sold her flat,

but they were looking

for the right place to buy.

We think

Laurel planned to change

into a second dress

at the reception.

Did she mention that?

Like some kind

of surprise reveal?

- Hmm.

- I don't know.

But that does sound very Laurel.

Are these all

carnivorous plants?

Mm. Mostly yes.

Hazel and Noel used

to call it creepy,

but Gavin appreciates them.

They're fascinating.

Does it close?

No, no, no. Most of these

are pitcher plants.

Now, with these, the insects,

they just slide in.

See?

They want the nectar so much,

they ignore how slippery it is.

And by the time

they've got inside,

see their little insect friends

dissolving in the juices,

too late.

And this one's called Robert?

Oh, no.

Robert's the prison chaplain.

Now, he wants one

for his counseling sessions.

It's a metaphor apparently

for addiction or something.

I wanted to ask you again

about the wedding.

It seems unusual that

you didn't attend the ceremony

even with a headache.

Well things haven't been easy

since my release.

Our son Noel died

when I was inside.

Epilepsy.

And when my family needed me,

well, I just wasn't

there for them.

It's -- I don't know.

Do marriages recover

from a thing like that?

I think they can.

Hmm.

Anyway, I've been getting

these panic attacks.

Is that what happened on Friday?

In fact, that's what happened

in the bedroom.

I think Hazel was trying

to spare my blushes just now.

- The damage to the wall?

Yeah.

Well,

not so much a panic attack.

More of a temper tantrum.

When I was getting

the bedroom ready

for Laurel and Gavin to move in,

hit my finger with a hammer,

and I just lost it.

He admits he's violent,

but he's got no obvious

motive, has he?

It's worth speaking

to that chaplain --

find out about

Philip's time in prison.

I'll track him down.

I'm going to have a chat

with Serena Madison,

see what she knows

about those beads.

Are you off now?

Give my best to Sarah,

won't you?

Hazel, you are remembering

this is a police investigation,

aren't you?

Obviously.

I-I don't know what you...

The fact that you know my wife

won't get you off the hook

if you lie to me.

Phil told me what really

happened in there --

that he did it.

I'm sorry. It's, um --

It's been a stressful time,

but you're right, obviously.

Thank you.

You know, I never thought that

Sarah would end up marrying you.

I'm not sure how to take that.

I-I don't mean it unkindly.

I'm glad she did.

She seems happy.

I'll let you know

if we need anything else.

Have they gone?

I told Gavin we'd help him

with the wedding fair.

Why did you contradict me

about the damage upstairs?

Because you lied.

What you said was a lie, too.

But they didn't believe you.

My lie was better.

Well, they're beautiful,

but they didn't come

from here.

You're welcome to check

my stock if you like,

but half of it's already

at the wedding fair

for the catwalk show.

I saw you visited Gavin

earlier today.

Yes. It seemed like

the right thing to do.

You were there

to express sympathy, then?

Nothing else?

I was trying to be

the bigger person, to be kind.

Do you have any idea

how offensive this is?

I'm simply asking the question.

No.

I'm not gonna stand for this.

Laurel is dead, so she's

absolved of all sin,

yet I'm the monster.

Can we just remember

who Laurel was for a moment?

She knew that Gavin was engaged,

yet that didn't stop her.

She was a narcissist

and a bully.

Ask Juliet.

- Juliet Evans?

Yes.

Laurel made her life

hell over that wedding.

Even on the day itself,

she was shouting at her

about some chair covers

or something,

screaming at her

in front of her entire staff.

I mean, that's who Laurel was.

How do you know this?

- Juliet texted me.

May I see it?

If you don't believe me.

Hmm.

Obviously,

the way Juliet put it,

she was joking.

I was blowing off steam.

I mean, this is a dream job,

obviously.

I-I get to be part of all

these amazing love stories.

But it is stressful.

You had a public row

with the victim

and didn't tell us about it.

Because it wasn't a big deal.

See her?

Looks nice, doesn't she?

Reasonable.

Demanded 12 puppies dyed pink

to match her flowers.

Oh that bridegroom smacked

a photographer

for taking too many

photos of the Bride.

Honestly, in the grand scheme

of Bridezillas,

Laurel wasn't that bad.

What can you tell us about

the encryption on your laptop?

I don't know what you mean.

There's an unusually high

level of security on it.

Well, I hold clients'

personal information.

I have to take that seriously.

Where did you have it installed?

I don't remember.

Why...?

This is about my record,

isn't it?

We are aware you have

a history of violence, yes.

It was seven years ago!

I caught my boyfriend cheating,

and, okay, I-I lashed out.

But I'm not a violent person.

So unless you're going to

arrest me for sending a text,

I think we're finished.

- Oh, that can't be good.

- What's that?

It's Sarah.

She's in the pub with Fleur.

Wants to know if we're

coming to join them.

Fleur?

When did that start?

No idea, but it sounds

like a terrifying alliance.

- Thank you.

Five years

in med school,

six years post-grad,

and that's what I'm good for --

butchering Bugs Bunny.

Was it useful, at least?

We found a mobile number

in the chip,

so, yeah, it might be.

So, I hear you're looking

for a hunchback smoker

who likes jazz.

Among other things.

Well, Jordan Briggs likes jazz.

Really?

How do you know?

Well, I spent a bit of time

on the radio station's

Facebook page this afternoon.

"A bit of time"?

Okay. Several hours.

But I was interested.

Anyway there seems to be

this running joke

where Laurel teases Jordan

for being into jazz.

Several of the listeners thought

they were flirting about it.

- Can you look into that?

- Uh, he'll do it tomorrow.

But while you were at the bar,

Sarah agreed

to answer a question.

Oh, yes?

Yesterday, you said that Hazel

wasn't your biggest fan

at university.

- I don't think I said that.

- Yeah, you did.

You said it at the crime scene.

And, uh, well,

it made me wonder --

what were you like?

And this was the first time

that you laid eyes on him?

Yep.

He'd really gone for it.

Brown tights...

...papier-mâché shell --

the works.

Can I just point out, this was

a charity fund-raising event

in the student bar?

You seduced your wife

while dressed as a tortoise.

That's as much

as I need to know.

He wanted to chat me up,

but he waited

till he saw me and Hazel

leaving the bar.

Only...

Only he forgot

he'd have to turn sideways

to get through the door.

- And he got stuck?

I was wedged in by my shell.

Sarah had to help dislodge me.

And this worked for you, did it?

As a courtship technique?

I think I found it endearing.

Oh, Hazel didn't, did she?

She told you not to go out

with me because I was weird.

Oh, that still bothers you,

doesn't it?

Well, it's not nice or accurate.

Grace?

I'm just getting changed, Dad.

Um, I not feeling too well,

so I'm gonna go to bed.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, It's just

the time of the month.

Okay.

Um, night.

Night.

Did he twig?

No. It's okay.

- What's that?

- Pepper spray.

Just in case.

- Is that legal?

- No.

But it might be necessary.

That's great.

Right.

Thank you, Reverend.

Hmm.

Cake for breakfast?

Sunday.

It's allowed.

Was that the prison chaplain?

Yeah.

Apparently,

Phil was the model prisoner,

teaching literacy,

helping at the farm shop.

He still goes back there

most weeks.

- What for?

- Some sort of mentoring scheme.

And the thing is

that his most recent visit

was the morning of the wedding.

So, that whole

panic attack story...

Mm.

Sounds like a lie to me.

He's got another visiting order

this afternoon.

Perhaps we should join him.

We'll need to talk

to Gavin first, though.

Look at this.

You guys make

such a cute couple.

And, Laurel, you look amazing.

It's footage for the wedding

video recorded at 10:39.

And behind her -- see?

It's Gavin.

Grace Briggs.

I thought he was meant

to be decorating the cottage.

And the hotel are saying

that the cottage

wasn't accessed at all

during the evening.

He wasn't there.

I've already told you

I was at the cottage.

If their system didn't register

my keycard, it must be faulty.

You were there from 10:30

until 11:00?

I looked at my watch

because I knew

I couldn't take too long.

This is all in my statement.

How do you explain this, then?

Oh, her.

I spoke to her

on my way over there.

But this was 10 minutes after

you said you arrived

at the cottage.

I thought you looked

at your watch.

Then I must have mis-remembered.

I wasn't expecting

to have to recall

all this information, was I?

It looks like you were

arguing with her.

I thought I saw her steal

a bottle of champagne.

I had a go at her,

then I thought better of it.

It was all free with

a magazine prize, anyway.

To be clear, you are now

changing your statement

about your movements during

the time of your wife's murder.

It was a two-minute

conversation.

I forgot about it.

Now I've remembered.

Did Laurel tell you she was

going up to her hotel room?

Did you know

that she'd be there alone?

See, this is starting

to get ridiculous now.

- Please answer the question.

- How about you answer mine?

What were you doing

to investigate

the harassment I reported

months before her death?

Do you know

who was abusing her online,

who was leaving dead animals

on our doorstep?

I'd appreciate it

if you'd put that down.

He's aggressive.

He lied about his movements.

But we don't have

a motive for him yet.

Did you see the bank

statements that we got for him?

He's got 15 grands worth

of credit card debt.

But if he wanted to inherit,

he'd have been better off

marrying Serena and killing her.

But he didn't.

He walked away.

Yeah.

That's true.

And why didn't he tell us

about this argument with Grace?

It gives him an alibi

for at least a part

of the timeframe

for Laurel's murder.

You think there's more to it?

Let's find out where Grace is.

There's obviously something

he doesn't want us to know.

Hmm.

Hi.

I saw you were open,

so I thought

I could give you

a helping hand.

Thanks, Marcia,

but you don't need to.

- Mum's helping, and --

Um, it's just that

Laurel was a good friend to me,

and I feel I've let her down.

All I could tell them was

that there was someone

smoking a cigarette.

Oh, that looks nasty.

Look at those

beautiful flowers.

Hazel, you okay?

You're not, are you?

Oh. Come here.

I'm just so worried about Gavin.

He won't talk.

It's like he's shutting down.

I-I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

You're a brilliant mum.

He knows you're there for him.

Thanks.

Look, if there's

anything I can do,

you will tell me, okay?

Actually, there, um,

there might be one thing.

Mm-hmm.

Do you remember Marcia

from the wedding?

If Grace is modeling

in Serena's catwalk show...

"Fashion: Main Hall."

Over there.

Ladies, this is

your five-minute warning.

The bridal fashion show

was our most popular event

yesterday,

so take your seats.

Let's see if Grace is backstage.

Excuse me.

I need to speak to you.

Our listeners know about

Laurel, and we're getting calls.

I don't know

what I can tell them.

Okay.

Hold on.

You talk to Grace on your own.

Oh, it was just one little

bottle of champagne.

You're not going to arrest me,

are you, officer?

How long

were you talking to Gavin?

A minute or two.

I thought he was gonna

have me fired,

but he told me to keep it.

Did you see where

he went afterwards?

No.

I went back inside.

I was getting people out

for the fireworks.

Earlier in the day,

did you witness

a confrontation between

Juliet Evans and the bride?

Oh, the chair cover thing?

Yeah.

That was hilarious!

Juliet seemed like

she was gonna smack her.

She has a temper, then?

She keeps it together at work.

Must have a voodoo doll of

a bride or something at home.

Your father doesn't seem

too happy

about you working with her.

Yeah, well,

if I earn my own money,

he can't control me, can he?

Can't just buy me a handbag

and pretend that makes him

Father of the Year.

Did your dad get on

with Laurel?

Sorry for interrupting.

We're starting.

You've got my number.

If you'd like to know

Jordan's dirty little secrets,

we should have a chat.

- The man's a grade A hypocrite.

- In what way?

Come and find me after the show.

Marcia, hi.

Oh what a lovely surprise!

Oh, come in!

Hello.

We get all sorts

of crazy speculation

on our Facebook page,

but there was definitely

no flirting.

Not on Laurel's part, anyway.

But Jordan?

I'm sure he's tried it

on at some point.

He can't help himself.

Why do you think he pulled

out of the wedding?

That was his chance

to prove that he could do

the show without Laurel.

He wanted to get rid of her,

too?

In Jordan's head,

it's always been his show.

Mm-hmm.

What an incredible collection.

And now, the designer

of these stunning gowns,

Miss Serena Madison!

She's been shot!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Come on.

Come on, eh?

The paramedics

tried to save her,

but she was declared dead

30 minutes ago.

We think this was the weapon.

A confetti cannon?

Yeah, it uses pressurized gas

to force the confetti out.

Looks like someone rigged it.

These were on the runway.

The paramedics said that

there were several in her chest.

Right.

Bride number two.

Let's have a look.

Whoever interfered

with that cannon

must have known

that Serena would stand

directly in front of it.

Did she do

the same show yesterday?

Yeah, to a packed hall,

apparently.

Right.

Are we assuming this

is connected to Laurel's murder?

I think we have to,

at least for now.

Have we located

Serena's mobile yet

or her wallet?

She had a bag

with her backstage.

Phone.

Purse.

And these --

same as the one Laurel had.

Yeah, but a whole stack of them.

So Serena was Madame X?

Whatever that means.

Well, it could be a madam

as in, you know, a madam.

A brothel keeper?

I suppose we can't rule it out.

Either way, we need

to speak to Jordan Briggs.

I hardly knew Serena.

Are you sure it was me

she was talking about?

Positive.

Well, maybe

Maybe she didn't like

something I said on air.

It happens.

Am I allowed to go

and comfort my daughter now?

Go ahead.

Serena knew something

damaging about him --

it wasn't just something

he said on air.

Let's get searches organized

for her properties,

see if that turns anything up.

And find out who benefits

from Serena's will

because someone's

about to win the lottery.

If you gave me

longer than 10 minutes,

I might have

something for you.

Just initial findings.

I've pulled eight of those

out of her torso so far.

They acted like bullets.

Most likely cause of death

was catastrophic injury

to the pulmonary artery.

They're just ball bearings.

Easy enough to get hold of.

Her organ health

was notably poor

for a woman of her age,

heart and kidneys in particular.

Hmm. Was she ill?

It's consistent

with long-term drug use.

Given the slight damage

to her septum,

I'd say she had

a regular cocaine habit.

Hello?

I spoke to Serena's lawyer.

She had an appointment

next Thursday

to revise her will.

But as it stands,

Gavin inherits everything.

I assumed she'd changed it.

She was planning to.

Four days later,

and you'd get nothing.

There's no way

I could've known that.

I can think of several ways.

This is starting to feel

like harassment.

- Winter.

- Two women

with very close links to you

have been murdered

in the past 48 hours,

and you stand to gain

from both their deaths.

You think I gained

from Laurel's death?

We know you're in debt, Gavin.

Laurel recently sold her flat,

so put that together with

the inheritance from Serena,

and you're a rich man.

I can't believe we're even

having this conversation.

Sorry, sir.

Can I have a word?

We've recovered

Gavin's deleted e-mails.

Three weeks ago,

he was sent this.

Grace Briggs again.

Hmm.

It was sent from this

anonymous web account.

There was just a phone number.

I don't need to see it again.

It wasn't...

It wasn't what?

I was going to say

it wasn't my fault,

but of course it was.

It was a test, and I failed it.

"Test"?

A honey trap.

Laurel knew I'd messed

around in the past,

so I guess she just

needed reassurance.

Laurel paid Grace to seduce you?

Not directly.

Grace worked

for some sort of agency.

First I knew about it

was this e-mail --

a thousand pounds

to make it go away.

And you paid?

Grace said she'd tell 'em

nothing happened

and that I'd never

have to see her again,

then there she was

at my wedding.

So that's what your row

was about.

Yeah, she was trying

to apologize,

so I told her

what I thought of her,

and she threw champagne

all over me.

And then?

I went to the nearest bathroom

to dry my shirt.

That's where I was

until the fireworks.

You lied.

I was ashamed.

And then you got Grace

to back you up

with that story

about stealing champagne.

How much did she want for that?

Another 500.

Look, I know I should've

been straight with you.

I guess I just --

I wanted to keep pretending.

Pretending?

That I would've been

a good husband, faithful.

But I just can't do it,

even for Laurel.

One way or another,

I would've messed it up.

Even if that's true,

he still doesn't have

an alibi at the crucial time.

If anything,

it gives him more motives.

Maybe Laurel found out

he'd cheated and confronted him.

And then he killed Serena

two days later for the money?

Or because Serena somehow knew

that he'd killed Laurel.

- Are you okay?

Don't let your mother

see you drinking too much.

It'll only upset her.

What upset her, Dad,

was you abandoning us

for two years.

And now you're out,

we're still waiting for you

to pull yourself together.

Well, I'm trying, Gavin.

It's not easy.

This isn't trying!

This is pathetic.

I don't sleep with them

or anything,

and they can always

turn me down.

Who sent you out to trap Gavin?

I can't say.

Why not?

Because Madame X

wouldn't like it?

This is a business card for

the honey trap agency, isn't it?

Who was running it?

Serena?

No.

She was just another Honey.

There are about 10 of us.

All employed by Madame X?

- Two women are dead.

- I know.

So why are you shrugging

your shoulders at me?

You're not so loyal

to this Madame X

that you wouldn't

blackmail her targets,

so tell me who she is.

Seriously, I can't.

Why's your father so upset

about you waitressing

for Juliet Evans?

He found out the full extent

of your work for her, didn't he?

Juliet Evans is Madame X.

He acted like

it was sex work or something.

When did Juliet recruit you?

I've been waitressing for her

since I was 17,

and I always get hit on

by some drunk uncle or whatever.

And when I turned 18,

she said I could make

some money out of it.

It's just a bit of fun.

Did you talk

to Laurel at the wedding?

Tell her about Gavin?

No!

This is important.

As far as Laurel was concerned,

I was just another waitress.

Juliet won't find out

I told you this, will she?

Are you frightened of Juliet?

No.

It's just...

When Serena threatened

to expose her,

she went crazy.

It's just ringing out.

Okay.

Let's try her office.

And what about Philip Webster's

prison visit?

- You still want to monitor that?

- Yes. You go.

I'll catch up with you when

I've spoken to Juliet Evans.

It's all perfectly legal.

Hardly complements your other

business, though, does it?

"Day One of Happy Ever After"?

Divorced, divorced,

separated, bigamist.

Do this job long enough,

you start to see

the gap in the market.

So the, um, Madame X persona --

that's to keep things separate?

- Precisely.

We offer them a referral

to a trusted contact.

Hence the encryption

on your laptop.

When did Laurel ask you

to test Gavin?

Oh, she didn't.

I gave her a card,

but she was offended.

Then her maid of honor

got in touch.

Aisha Khalique?

Mm. She wanted to check if her

friend was making a mistake.

- And Laurel never found out?

- No.

Grace said he passed.

How was I to know she was

lying through her teeth?

If this little sideline

ever came to light...

It would take some explaining.

Wasn't Serena threatening

to expose it?

We had a disagreement.

It was resolved.

What was the problem?

All my honeys have

their reasons for doing this.

But for Serena,

it was like a-a moral crusade.

We had a few incidents

- Such as?

Screaming at men

who'd been unfaithful,

befriending clients.

But Serena had the power

to destroy your business.

Like I said, it was resolved.

We were friends.

I'm afraid we're going to

have to leave it there.

My next set of lovebirds.

- Through here, sir.

- Thank you.

Have I missed anything?

- Nothing much.

He went

straight into the farm shop.

That's one of the inmates

that he's mentoring.

And what's the setup here?

Low security, category D.

The farm shop's run

by the inmates

that are approaching release.

Oh. Hold on.

Can we stay with him, please?

What's he doing?

He's swapped the jars.

Get someone to detain him now.

They didn't get there in time.

He's gone.

Pear and ginger.

It's the stuff

he was making at home.

That's not ginger.

You know what that is,

don't you?

The test strip turns blue

in the presence of cocaine.

I didn't have any choice.

I'm not interested in that.

The drug squad

have been informed.

I just want to know how long

you've been doing this.

Since my release --

about three months.

So while Laurel was living here?

Oh, no. She didn't know

anything about it.

What about Serena Madison?

She involved?

No! Of course not!

I do-- I don't know

who was running things.

I just do what I'm told.

Which is what, exactly?

Well, a-a courier

delivers the stuff,

and then I cook it

into the chutney,

and they tell me

when to visit.

No.

You promised!

- I'm sorry.

There are boys in there

trying to get clean.

What hope do they have

with you bringing that filth in?

- You knew about this?

- Oh, only since Friday.

We had a break in, and he didn't

want me going to the police.

He promised he wouldn't

do it again.

Well, what do you want me to do?

It's not as if people are

queuing up to employ me.

You have to give it time.

When people look at me,

they see a criminal.

It doesn't matter what I do,

so why bother?

If that's what they think I am,

that's what I'll be.

Assuming these murders

are linked,

was Serena killed

because she knew the identity

of Laurel's killer

or because of some other

connection between them?

The only obvious common ground

is Gavin and the radio station.

But there's no suggestion that

anyone was trolling Serena.

No, although the murderer

might have used the trolling

as a-a smokescreen with Laurel.

Well, Gavin was pretty keen for

us to focus on it, wasn't he?

Yeah, I guess.

There's something about

Jordan and Serena, though.

She's boasting about

his dirty secrets,

and five minutes later,

she's dead.

But his alibi for Laurel

is watertight.

If Jordan's involved,

he's not working alone.

Aisha Khalique lives

in Little Denton, doesn't she?

Why is that relevant?

That's where the owners

of that pet rabbit live.

They're saying that it was

run over outside their house,

and by the time they went out

to deal with it,

it had disappeared.

This is absurd.

Why would I send dead animals

to my best friend?

You deny taking this

from the road near your house?

- Yes, I deny it.

I need to make you aware

that we have a warrant

to search your home.

What? Now?

Well, it won't be

a problem, will it?

You had nothing to do with this,

so it's not as if

we're going to find, uh,

hairs from the animal,

any of its DNA.

I think I'd like

to speak to a lawyer.

That's fine.

In the meantime, we'll go ahead

with the search.

I wasn't trying to hurt her.

But you did send the packages?

Why?

Were you jealous?

No, not -- not jealous.

I was in love with her.

When she started to get

these nasty comments online,

she turned to me for support,

and I liked it,

so I wrote some myself.

Then things just got

out of hand.

That's why you arranged

the honey trap for Gavin.

You wanted to break them up.

- He didn't deserve her.

But you did?

Did you ever tell Laurel

how you felt about her?

No.

You didn't tell her

at the wedding?

Because you wouldn't have taken

that rejection well, would you?

I'm telling the truth.

I promise.

If you'd told the truth,

we wouldn't be in this position.

But as it is, your lies

have seriously hampered

the search for Laurel's killer.

Long day?

Uh, could we not

talk about it for a minute?

Okay.

I'd better not tell you who that

Jazz dedication was for, then.

What?

I mean, if you'd rather

just switch off.

Who was it for?

Well, I bumped

into Hazel earlier,

and she asked me to have

a word with Marcia

about giving them some space.

You hardly know Marcia.

Well, I do now.

I was there for three hours.

She was telling me

about her husband Eddie,

who played saxophone

in a jazz quartet.

He died a year ago to the day

of Laurel's final show.

Oh, you brilliant woman.

It wasn't difficult.

I just listened and smiled.

- Come on, then.

- What? Where we going?

To continue your excellent

detective work.

She trusts you.

I'm sorry to call so late.

Oh it's fine, really.

Would you like sugar

in your hot chocolate?

Not for me, thanks.

Here we are.

Let me take those.

Why did you lie to me, Marcia?

That dedication was for you.

Marcia?

If you know something,

you have to tell us.

I didn't want people

to think badly of her.

She only did it to help me.

- What did she do?

He weighed seven stone.

He was in so much pain.

I-I couldn't let him

go on like that.

Did Laurel help Eddie to die?

She got hold of the drug.

That's all.

I mean, all the rest was me.

We lay in bed,

and I held him just like I had

for 62 years.

I'm so sorry, Marcia.

You're worried, aren't you?

Because you have to report it.

But that's all right.

Whatever happens,

I know I did right for him.

- Thanks again, Molly.

...40 40 492.

I'm ready to take your calls.

This is yours truly,

Jordan Briggs,

on Midsomer FM.

Betty was a little angel,

apparently -- not a peep.

They keep saying we need

to build more houses, but...

You okay?

...there are plenty

for sale in the local paper.

I-I look in there every week...

Mm-hmm. Right.

...and I'm always

seeing houses.

Oh, and we have a winner.

Thickest caller so far

with, ooh,

17 Prat Points coming your wa--

Sorry.

Not in the mood

for people arguing.

She was right.

I will have to report it.

I know.

Unbelievable.

Are you actually

vetting these people?

I'm doing my best.

Really?

Well, that's a worry.

"Late Talk with Jordan Briggs."

This is Aisha.

You're listening

to Jordan Briggs,

and I'd like to remind you

that this is a special

Sunday edition

of our program --

part of a day of tributes

to our friend and colleague

Laurel Newman,

who was sadly taken from us

on Friday night.

I'll be back

with more of your calls

after the midnight news.

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It's definitely her car

over there.

And I think that's a part

of her shirt.

So, she jumped?

Starting to look that way.

Because she was guilty

of two murders?

Or because of the shame

she felt about the trolling.

I was hard on her yesterday.

It's not your fault.

No.

I'm not saying that, but...

Fleur, is there any anti-climb

paint on her hands or clothes?

No.

And I need to talk to you

about this lividity.

You see the way

it's started to fix here?

That suggests she was lying

on her side after her death,

not on her back.

So, she was killed

elsewhere and moved.

Her shift finished at 1:00 a.m.,

and she logged out at 1:05.

Then we've got her leaving

the car park at 1:17.

I need a list of calls

for last night's show

and a log of her

computer activity.

Hang on.

She seems to have accessed

our dead air bank.

What's that?

Uh, it's for emergencies.

We keep eight hours

of pre-recorded material

ready to go.

But now it seems

there's only seven hours left.

She used an hour last night?

No.

No, she accessed

the file last night,

but the hour was played

between 10:30 and 11:30 p.m.

on Friday.

When Jordan

was broadcasting alone.

Get Friday night up on there.

Ah. There he is -- 10:33.

He lied about his alibi

for Laurel's murder.

And the last thing Aisha did

was discover that.

Go through his e-mail,

and get his vehicle on ANPR.

Sir.

Well, he didn't

come home last night,

and he's not

answering the phone.

- Excuse me.

- Hey.

Hey!

You can't just --

Dad, call me

as soon as you get this.

The police are here.

He's not here.

Do we know of a connection

between Jordan Briggs

and Philip Webster?

No. Why?

Philip's been e-mailing him,

except the e-mails

don't say anything.

He just sends a number.

Like, on Friday, it was 11.

Then yesterday, 17.

What time

was yesterday's e-mail?

Quarter past 5:00.

So, after Philip's prison visit,

but before he knew

we were onto him.

It was 17 grams

he smuggled yesterday,

wasn't it?

And 17 in the e-mail?

You think he's telling Jordan

the weight of the drugs?

Why?

Because prisoners

don't have phones,

at least they're not

supposed to.

But they do have radios.

You know that Prat Points thing

that Jordan does on his show?

It was 17 last night.

"17 Prat Points

to the caller"

means, "17 grams

in the chutney".

If you're running drugs

in a prison,

you want to know exactly

how much is coming in.

It's...

I'll call you back.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

I just thought you might not

feel like cooking.

That's really kind.

Come in.

Really?

I don't want to intrude.

I could do with the company.

Okay.

I'm telling you,

I wasn't anywhere near

that wedding.

But you admit leaving

the radio station

on Friday night,

you admit lying,

and you admit that Aisha

confronted you about it.

I know how it looks, but I --

It looks like Laurel died

because she knew

something about you --

the same thing

that Serena knew.

You'd seen those packages,

so you tied

a ribbon around Laurel's tongue

to make us think

it was the troll.

Is that why you left Aisha

at the radio mast, too?

- What happened to Aisha?

Come on. Really?

Aisha was found dead

this morning.

Oh, my God.

No I-I honestly

didn't know she --

She said she was going

to the police.

I thought that's why

you were here.

She never made it

to the police station.

I tol-- I told her everything,

but she --

she didn't believe me.

So where did you go

on Friday night?

Phil Webster's house.

I, um --

I was breaking in.

It-- It's -- It's complicated.

I'm a reasonably

intelligent person.

I'll do my best to follow it.

He's been blackmailing me.

I did something silly

a few months ago --

I-I got my daughter

to -- to take

a few speeding points for me.

The problem was,

Grace has therapy sessions

with Hazel Webster --

has done since her mother died.

So, Grace told Hazel,

Hazel told Philip,

and Philip forced you

to broadcast messages

about drugs.

Your Prat Points catchphrase?

Yeah, but I-I had

no idea it was drugs.

That's why I broke in --

I wanted to know

what was going on.

Can you prove

what time you broke in?

No, but I'm telling the truth.

Then the fact remains --

Aisha died after discovering

that your alibi

for Laurel's murder was fake.

She was going to the police.

You wanted to stop her.

- Listen. Please.

- Is that why Serena died, too?

Had she discovered

that you were lying?

I don't know

what Serena had on me.

- I told Serena...

Grace.

...about the speeding points.

It must've been that, Dad.

- Can you wait upstairs, Grace?

- I'm sorry.

But you didn't do this!

- Grace.

- And you can prove it.

- What you talking about?

The -- The camera thing

on the dashboard.

Yes, of course.

Oh, my God.

The dash cam.

Hmm.

10:47.

He's telling the truth.

So we're back to the beginning.

It was someone at that wedding.

No second dress in any of these.

Do you still think

that's relevant?

I honestly don't know anymore.

Hang on.

"Something old, something new...

something blue."

Aren't you meant to have

something borrowed, as well?

I think so -- usually.

No, you definitely are.

Sarah borrowed...

Sarah borrowed her veil.

What if that's what Laurel did

for her evening outfit?

How would that make

a difference?

Well, we assumed

that the dress was missing

because it had DNA on it

or the murderer wanted a trophy.

But what if they took it back

because it belonged to them?

Maybe.

I guess if the murderer lent

Laurel the dress,

then they knew that she planned

to get changed.

They knew that she would

be alone.

Laurel was meant

to be here next, wasn't she?

She wanted photos in her dress

in front of

the projection screen.

It's not the nicest

of locations.

There must be a reason.

What was on that screen?

Great grandmother-in-law,

I'd guess.

And then, several decades later,

mother-in-law.

A gold beaded dress.

That'll be Mum and Dad back.

Okay, well, I'll just say

a quick hello,

and then I'd better get going.

Hazel? Hi.

Hi.

I, uh -- I just came to see

how you were all doing,

uh, but then I remembered

Betty's playdate finishes

at 3:00, so...

Is everything okay?

Yes.

Just, uh, that --

I didn't know

you'd started smoking again.

You had such a hard time

giving up at uni.

I've got to go.

No. No! No!

- Let me go!

- You need to let me explain!

Hazel!

- Mother?

- You need to let me explain!

- Mum, stop it!

Get off me!

Stop it!

Hazel, no!

Mum, let go of her!

- Hazel!

- Hazel!

Let me go!

Get off me!

Hazel, this has gone too far!

You need to let me explain.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sarah.

Hazel!

You have to listen.

Get off her!

- Ohh.

Hazel Webster,

I am arresting you

for the murders

of Laurel Newman,

Serena Madison,

and Aisha Khalique...

and for the assault of my wife.

Three women, Hazel.

Three young women.

Say something!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Gavin.

Gavin, no.

You knew about this?

Not at the beginning,

and I'm sorry.

- This is my youngest, Noel.

Noel.

Of course this is about Noel.

How many times?

Laurel had nothing to do

with his death.

Your son didn't die from

an epileptic seizure, did he?

No.

He was an addict.

He wouldn't just overdose.

He'd moved into his own flat.

He'd been clean for months.

Then he went back to it.

That's what it means

to be an addict.

And you blamed Laurel

for Noel's death?

She never understood

what we were trying to do.

He was training to be a doctor.

It's all he ever wanted.

What were you trying to do?

He was incredibly talented,

and Hazel --

well, we both thought

that if we could

just get him into recovery,

keep it in the family,

it wouldn't have to ruin

his future.

He could just suspend

his studies.

You were hiding his addiction?

They facilitated it.

They bought him drugs.

Only so we could control it.

You have to reduce it gradually.

And when that didn't work,

you locked him in his room

to detox

until he punched

a hole in the wall.

We were trying

to do the right thing.

They spent every penny they had.

Ask them why the house

is for sale,

why he committed fraud.

And why you were so willing

to smuggle drugs into a prison.

We owe money

to some dangerous people.

Noel's dealer -- they said

that was the only way

to pay them back.

So Laurel objected

to this secret rehab.

Well, she always had an opinion.

She went on and on

about how some people

can't be saved

and don't want to be,

like it was her catchphrase

or something.

And that was your proof,

was it, Mum?

That was enough

for you to kill my wife?

Something was never right.

And she was the one

who found the body.

And then the night before

the wedding, I heard her show.

She was talking about

euthanasia.

She said it again --

"Some people can't be saved

and don't want to be."

That's how she felt

about Noel --

that he shouldn't be alive.

- So you set out to kill her.

No.

I was willing to kill her.

I set out to get the truth.

You'd arranged to lend her

a dress, hadn't you?

But instead of helping her

get changed, you tortured her.

I thought she'd killed Noel.

I only wanted to know

the truth.

She said it wasn't her.

She said Serena encouraged him,

taking him on drug binges

as revenge for what

his brother did to her.

She could have been

making that up.

No. She wasn't.

I looked back at Noel's phone.

And the texts between them,

it made sense.

Well, if you believed Laurel,

why didn't you let her go?

It was too late.

She stopped moving.

I didn't know what to do.

You knew exactly what to do.

You cut the ribbon

from Laurel's corset

and tied it around her tongue

to mislead us.

And then you moved onto Serena.

You'd seen

her first catwalk show

when you were helping Gavin.

You knew she'd be

in the firing line.

But why did Aisha have to die?

Oh, no, she didn't.

That was an accident.

I swear.

I'm sorry.

I just needed to talk to Hazel.

I knew that she hadn't been

where she said she'd been

when Laurel died.

She told me everything,

and then there was this noise

out on the balcony.

Tell Gavin, for God --

Shh! Shh! Shh!

She'd obviously

heard everything.

- Wha-- What are you doing?

- Uh, I was just...

What are you doing here, Aisha?

Jordan Briggs s-said

he broke in on Friday night.

He said he was here.

I'm sorry. I just --

- What are you doing here, Aisha?

I just wanted

to see if it was true.

- Aish-- Aisha. I just, I was --

Hazel!

Aaaaah!

I needed to stop her

from leaving,

but I-I didn't want

to hurt her.

She fell.

I don't expect you

to forgive me Gavin.

Shut up.

Just stop talking.

You have no idea

how wrong you are, how stupid!

Laurel wasn't the one

who found Noel.

It was me.

And you know what?

He was still alive.

- No.

Last time he overdosed,

he said he wished

he hadn't come back.

Remember?

- He didn't mean that!

He did.

Because he could see it

even if you couldn't.

He was never getting better.

He was gonna keep

bringing you to your knees

time and time again.

He was destroying you.

- Gavin, what did you do to him?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I just walked away.

And you know why I did that?

For you.

Right. We've got burgers,

sausages, and beer.

John, did you manage

to get any ice?

Betty, where's your Daddy?

Oh. Hi.

We, uh, -- We came across this

when we were digging out

the barbecue stuff.

Look!

Look!

It still fits!

Were you just roaring?

Ah, yeah.

I tried to tell her

that tortoises don't make

much noise,

but you wanted roaring,

didn't you?

So roar!

Yeah, we're gonna have --

were gonna have a race now,

the tortoise versus the hare,

like in your story book.

You see, this is why

I married him.

- Whatever works for you.

Okay.

I'm not here to judge.

Then keep it to yourselves.

Any talk of this down

at the station,

I'll know where it came from.

I don't think anyone

would believe us.

Come on, then.

On your marks, Betty.

Get set.

Go!

- Come on, Betty! Come on!

- Come on, Betty!

- Come on, Betty!

- Come on, Betty!

Hey!

Yay!

Yay!

- Yeah!

- Yay!

Aah!