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[suspenseful music]

[sharpener buzzes]

[pencil scribbling]

[tin taps]

[splash]

[ducks quack]

Stefan? Are you sure I can lock up?

Of course.

It's too hot to be indoors.

Go to the river.

Have some fun.

Thank you.

Ahh!

Ah!

Uh... [car door thuds]

[jaunty music]

[camera clicks]

[wind rustling]

[metal clinks]

[bottle rattles]

[liquid pours]

[clock chiming]

[lighthearted music]

[birds chirping]

[water splashes]

[gasping]

[classical music]

[birds chirping]

[classical music]

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

[sinister music]

Mm.

No.

Get away!

DUNWOODY: Dear God, no!

[gunshot]

Mr Dunwoody?

Are you alright?

I'm coming!

[splashing and panting]

[ominous music]

Mr Dunwoody?

[water splashing]

Stay there, I ll get help!

OPERATOR: Emergency Services.

Which service do you require?

Police.

It's my neighbor, Stefan Dunwoody.

He lives on Ferry Lane,

about half a mile west of Marlow.

OPERATOR: We'll get someone sent straight away.

Oh, please hurry.

I think someone's just shot hi.

[intro sequence music]

[church bells ringing]

[jaunty music]

[blender whirring]

Oh, morning Chloe.

Can you give me a lift to the Red Lion later on?

Darling, that's a pub.

I'm seventeen. It's legal.

It's not, you know.

It is.

SAM: Mum, can I use your phone?

Good morning, Sam.

CHLOE: I ll get the bus.

What are you doing?

I need you to authorize a purchase.

What of?

- The new Hell Slayer game. - [app beeping]

Thanks.

How much have you just spent?

Forty quid.

You cannot spend that kind of money on a game!

SAM: I didn't! You did!

[door slams]

SAM: What are you doing?

CHLOE: I'm taking this back. It's mine!

SAM: Whatever. Just take it then.

Oh, hey, er, quickly,

I just wanted to check that you've ordered

the flowers for the confirmation?

Of course.

And you're able to pick up the orders of service?

I'm due at the printers at ten.

Oh, and Mrs Eddingham wants you to, um, help

set up Lisson Hall for the reception

- with the bishop. - Mrs Eddingham?

Oh.

I don t know how you know what I need before I do.

Thank you. You are the best!

CHLOE: You're unbelievable!

- [sighs] - [tranquil music]

[phone rings]

- Come on, girl, come on. ZETA: Hi, it's Zeta.

Leave a message.

Hi honey.

I just wanted to make sure you check-in online today.

Oh, and you'll need to choose the option

for hold luggage, go on girl, up you go,

because it doesn't come as standard.

Good girl.

And you will definitely need hold luggage

for all the presents you're bringing home

for your mum. [laughs]

But seriously, I cannot wait to see ya.

[sighs]

One more sleep. Love you!

[engine starting]

TANIKA: Thank you, Jason.

Okay, everyone, is that everything?

Alice, you're liaising with the CPS on the Hudson case?

I'll talk to them by close of play today.

Thanks, and while DI Hoskins is off sick,

bring it to me.

Okay, that's all for now.

[cellphone vibrating]

Oh...

[cellphone vibrating]

Oh, Jason, I saw there was a suspected firearms incident

in Marlow yesterday.

Seems unlikely, but please can you bring me the report?

- DC KENNEDY: Yep, will do. - Tanika here.

- It's Rebecca Phillips, Shanti's teacher.

She's feeling unwell again.

Okay, thanks for letting me know.

We phoned your husband, but got no answer.

No, you did the right thing. Shamil works nights, it's fine.

Thanks.

Will you be able to collect her?

Tell Shanti, I'll be with her in ten minutes.

- Thank you. - [phone beeping]

TANIKA: Okay.

[suspenseful music]

Iqbal!

[knocking]

[grunting]

Oh, God, sorry.

Bloody hell, Iqbal.

I thought you were dead.

I m so sorry, Suzie.

You nearly give me a heart attack.

Yeah, I'm really sorry.

My fare wanted me to go to Birmingham.

Nah, that's too far. You should've said no.

Yeah, but work is work and I couldn't say no.

I thought I'd come home and close my eyes.

- [Suzie giggling] - I was gone.

But I promise you, I'll be well rested

before I pick Zita up from Heathrow, okay?

I should hope so.

Seriously. I couldn't let you down.

Where's my girl? [dog yelping]

Who's a good girl? [dog barking]

Who's daddy's girl?

- Hello. [dog barking]

Hello, lovely Luna. Hello.

- Who's going for a little walk? - I ll drop her off tomorrow.

- Come on! - Go!

SUZIE: In you get. Good girl.

- Good girl. Good girl. - [Luna barking]

[van door closes]

Oi you, get to bed!

I will.

[Luna barking] [engine starting]

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

TANIKA: Good morning.

This is Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Is Mrs. Judith Potts there?

[clears throat] I'll just get her for you.

[switch clicks on]

[slurps]

[clears throat]

Hello, Judith Potts here.

Mrs Potts, I wanted to ask you

a few questions about last night.

Is Mr. Dunwoody okay?

We've not spoken to him just yet.

You mean you haven t found him?

It's why I wanted to speak to you.

Are you sure you heard a gunshot?

Yes.

You were swimming at the time?

Is it possible it was something else?

Like a nearby car backfiring?

I know what I heard.

And it was preceded by a kerfuffle.

And Stefan didn't reply when I called out to him.

A kerfuffle?

Yes, a kerfuffle.

Well then, we have a bit of a mystery

because my Detective Constables

checked Mr Dunwoody's property last night.

And there was no evidence of any kind of altercation

or shooting.

JUDITH: I saw them searching by the house,

but they seemed to have just stopped there.

And didn't look around the whole grounds.

In fact, they weren't there very long at all.

You don't think they carrid out a thorough search?

- All clear! JUDITH: I know they didn t.

Someone shot Mr Dunwoody.

TANIKA: Mrs. Potts, this is Marlow we're talking abou.

I think that's very unlikel.

Look...

I'm sure we ll make contact

with Mr Dunwoody soon.

And the moment we do, I'll let you know.

Now, I've got to go. Have a good day.

Oh! Detective Shanti!

I m not very well.

She's not very well.

She'll be with us until Shamil can get here.

Oh, great! Working hard?

- Yeah. - [giggling]

Wow, he's good.

[solemn music]

The problem is, we're empiricists,

aren't we, Jasper?

To investigate, we will need the right tools.

Knowledge can be derived by what is observed

and measured.

And I know what I observed.

[suspenseful music]

[oar thuds]

[eerie music]

[jetty creaks]

[branch snaps]

[chilling music]

[phone ringing]

- DS Malik. - I've found him.

- Judith? - Stefan Dunwoody.

[suspenseful music]

[police sirens blaring]

[car door closing]

DC KENNEDY: Mrs Potts?

DC KENNEDY: Mrs Potts?

DC KENNEDY: Ah...

[camera clicking]

DC KENNEDY: Mrs Potts? Are you there?

- JUDITH: Just here! - Are you okay?

Yes, [chuckles] now that you're here.

[siren blaring]

[radio chatter]

Okay, so according to forensics,

the powder burns found around the entrance wounds,

and the imprint the muzzle left on the skin,

suggests that the gun was held against the victim's forehead

when it was fired.

Like an execution.

An execution?

Will DI Hoskins be leading the case?

As you know, DI Hoskins is still signed off sick.

Until he returns, I'm Acting SIO.

Mm.

I'll let everyone know.

JUDITH: I think I will have another cup of tea after all.

- Coming straight up. - Thank you.

TANIKA: Thank you, Jason.

What a lovely young man.

He tells me he's getting marrid next month.

Mrs Potts, my name's Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

We spoke this morning.

We did.

Can I ask, what made you return

to Mr Dunwoody s property?

Oh, well that's easy.

The gunshot I heard last night.

If you weren't going to take it seriously...

Did you know Mr Dunwoody well?

Just to say hello to, really.

I only moved to Marlow a few years ago

when I retired as an archaeologist.

But tell me, what was that thing I found on the grass?

Was it a bullet casing?

- It was. - Gosh.

So, he was...shot in the garden,

and his body fell into the tributary

and then drifted downstream in the night.

How very interesting.

Mrs Potts, I can't have you interfering.

This is a police matter now.

Of course.

And I'm sure you ll do an excellent job.

[suspenseful music]

[phone beeping]

[birds chirping]

Well, that's just about the most shocking thing

I've ever heard.

No, thank you for letting me know.

Speak soon.

[phone beeping]

Well, aren't you going to ask?

No.

That was Major Lewis, the bursar of the Rotary.

He was just talking to the secretary

of the Phyllis Court luncheon club.

Her nephew's a police officer,

and it looks as though Stefan Dunwoody...

shot himself.

Or worse.

What's worse than shooting yourself?

Being shot by someone else, of course!

[jaunty music]

There she goes again, all high and mighty.

- Who? - The new vicar's wife.

She hasn't invited me around for a cup of tea, not once.

Mrs Starling! Lovely morning!

Sorry, Mrs Eddingham, I've got to get these arranged!

Yeah, I am so sorry.

I can't look after Wally and Evie next week,

my daughter Zeta's coming home. [laughs]

Yeah Dave, I know, what am I?

Your marriage counselor? It's just for a week.

I'm clearing all my decks, Zeta s coming tomorrow.

Alright, come on girls, come on.

[door creaking]

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm Judith Potts.

Mr Dunwoody's neighbor.

[sobbing]

I can't imagine how hard this must be for you.

He was such a good man.

I always got that impression.

And interested in me, you know?

He was interested in you?

Not like that.

What I thought about politics or the environment.

He was just an old man.

That's how he always described himself.

An old man living alone with his art.

Did Stefan collect antique pistols?

Not that I know of.

In particular, Second World War German guns

and ammunition?

He was only interested in art.

Do you have any idea

who might have done this to him?

That's what the police officer was asking.

Everyone liked Stefan.

I see.

But perhaps he'd argued with someone.

A customer with a grievance, perhaps?

[suspenseful music]

There is something, isn't ther?

I'm sure it s nothing, but...

I was at the Marlow Regatta a few weeks ago.

[background chatter]

[laughing]

ANTONIA: Stefan asked me along, he thought I'd enjoy it.

It was a lovely day, and everyone was having fun.

Famous faces from the rowing world.

Stefan invited me to the members' enclosure.

Ages 8 to 11 category...

There was a great atmosphere and everyone seemed relaxed,

then there was this man who was really drunk.

Oops!

Stefan said his name was Elliot Howard

and he owned Marlow Auction House.

Thing is, he came for Stefan.

ELLIOT: Oh, they'll let anyoe in these days.

Not today, Elliot.

Not today, Elliot [laughs]

Steffy, eh?

Hey, come on. Come on, Steffy!

How are you, Steffy?

Please, get off me. You're drunk.

Better a drunk than a fraud, eh? Huh?

Do you hear that, young lady?

The great Stefan Woody is a fraud.

ANTONIA: Like, totally unprovoked.

He called him... what was it?

He's a...he's a fraud.

He's a liar and he's a crook.

Crook, aren't you?

ANTONIA: A fraud, a liar and a crook.

A big crooky, Steffy!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, come on! [laughs]

ANTONIA: It was so embarrassing.

Poor Stefan tried to ignore him.

It's not true, obviously.

Stefan was none of those things, but...

if you're asking me if Stefan argued with anyone,

that's all I've got.

Elliot Howard.

Marlow Auction House.

Thank you, you ve been such a help.

Yes, it's a unique opportunity

to own a very special piece of history.

[knocking]

- [door opens] - Yes, that s right.

Um, Howard Carter found it in Tutankhamen's

main chamber in, er, November 1922.

No, of course not, take...take as long as you need.

Okay, thanks. Bye bye.

Elliot...

Judith Potts to see you.

I'm sorry for arriving unannounced.

Well, thank you, Daisy.

And please shut the door.

[door closes]

- Are these all of you? - Yes.

Goodness, how young you are.

Can I help?

Oh, I hope so.

Er, may I?

It s a rather delicate busines.

A few weeks ago, I was at the Marlow Regatta

where you behaved quite disgracefully, I'm afraid.

Haranguing poor Stefan Dunwoody.

And then spilling a glass of red wine

on my blouse as you left.

So, yes, I d like you to help with the cost of dry cleaning.

[tin rattles]

Travel sweet?

Oh.

I spilt wine on your blouse?

[chewing]

This blouse, as it happens.

Just after you accused Stefan of being a...what was it?

A fraud, a liar and a crook.

Well, Stefan was all of those things.

Why are you talking about him in the past tense?

Oh, haven't you heard?

Stefan died last night.

Oh, he didn't just die.

He was shot.

The Marlow Regatta was over a month ago.

And you wait until the day after Stefan died

to tell me about this?

How was he a crook?

He stole hundreds of thousands of pounds from his clients.

You have any proof of that?

[scoffs]

Do you know what?

I think you're one of those busy bodies

who has nothing to fill her days with.

Hmm.

Who lives on her own.

With a cat, if I had to guess.

Knowing that I once argued with Stefan,

you've decided to have a little poke around,

thinking yourself the amateur sleuth.

How am I doing?

Where were you yesterday at 6:30?

Are you really doing this?

Yesterday. 6:30 p.m.

I was at choir practice at All Saints Church,

in front of about thirty witnesses,

including the Mayor of Marlow,

our vicar, three town councilors,

and the High Sheriff of Buckinghamshire.

Ah.

The perfect alibi.

If you were involved, that s very clever of you.

[sinister music]

I'd like you to leave.

At once.

Don't worry, I'm happy to.

Oh, by the way, Howard Carter found no offertory statues

in the main chamber of Tutankhamen's tomb.

Well, that's basic knowledge.

Your Anubis is a fake.

[door closes]

[menacing music]

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

[door creaks shut]

[footsteps]

[knocks] JUDITH: Anybody here?

[door creaks open]

[coughing]

Hello?

[door creaks open]

Good heavens. Hello.

RADIO: I want him to feel like a sexy cupcake,

and wants to eat me...

Hi. I'm Becks Starling.

Sorry about hiding in a cupboard.

Judith Potts.

Do you mind if I come out?

Not at all.

[floorboads creak]

It's a chance to get away from the kids.

Well, Colin and his congregation.

I'm the vicar's wife, for my sins.

You don't worship here, do you?

No.

Thank God for that.

Not that it's good you don t worship.

I mean what grown woman hides in cupboards...?

Can I help you?

Well, I was looking for a list of people

who sing in the choir.

I'm looking for Elliot Howard's name.

Why?

Well, I think Elliot shot my neighbor, Stefan Dunwoody,

last night, just after half past six.

I'm sorry, you think Elliot did what?

So, you know him?

Well not really, but I also sing in the choir

and he was very definitely here at 6:30 p.m.

♪ La, la la la la la...

JUDITH: Are you sure?

♪ La la la...

BECKS: He was there the whole time.

♪ La la la, la la la la...

He couldn't have slipped away at all?

We're not allowed to leave during rehearsals.

Maybe he had an accomplice.

What?

Well, I spoke to Elliot just now,

and for a moment, a split second really,

he let his guard down.

I think he's involved.

Do you think that's possible?

- I'm sorry. - Mrs. Starling?

It's really none of my busines.

I've already established that Elliot thought Stefan

a fraud, a liar and a crook .

But his assistant told me that he was entirely honorable

which is my experience of him.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think it s a matter for the police.

Oh, I wish people would stop saying that.

But it is!

That's their job.

They catch criminals, and murderers.

Whereas I make sandwiches, that s my job.

I serve tea and biscuits, I help my husband,

and I hide in cupboards

from women like Mrs Eddingham.

Who's Mrs Eddingham?

Chair of the Marlow Parish Council.

A terrible gossip.

Now, it's been lovely meeting you,

but I really have to get back to the vicarage.

Perhaps you should ask her about Stefan Dunwoody?

I really don't think so.

"Whomsoever knows what is right to do

and fails to do it, for him it is a sin."”

That is a low blow, quoting the Bible at me.

[door opens]

[door slams shut]

TANIKA: Our victim is Stefan Dunwoody. 60.

Owner of the Dunwoody Art Gallery in Marlow.

What have we got on him?

Brendan?

Oh, yeah.

Erm, uh, he lived on his own, no close family.

Uh, Digital Forensics have got his computer,

laptop and phone.

And I've run some background checks

on his name, address and past addresses,

but, er, no obvious flags so far.

Alice, what did you get from the victim s place of work?

I spoke to his assistant,

a young woman called Antonia Webster.

But she's got no idea what could ve happened to him.

Okay.

Ballistics say the bullet that killed Mr Dunwoody

was manufactured in Munich in 1942.

Is that for real?

So, where did our shooter

get a Second World War German gun from?

And...why did they use it to do the murder?

Good point.

Anyone?

Could it be a ritual thing?

Or political?

Maybe a far right thing?

Alice, tell Digital Forensics to look out for

Mr Dunwoody belonging to any far-right groups.

Mm-hm.

A weapon like this can't have been easy to get hold of.

Brendan, can you contact

the local antique shops and auction houses

within, say, 20 miles?

Have they ever sold a Second World War

German gun?

And if so, who to? BRENDAN: Of course...Ma'am.

[crows calling]

[cutlery clinking]

Who was that woman?

Who?

You know who I mean.

Really, I don t.

Mrs Potts.

Oh.

Oh, her. Um...

[smacks lips]

She was just enquiring about a house clearance.

Pass the mustard, please.

[cutlery clinking]

No?

[scoffs]

That's rather petty, even for you.

[cutlery clinking]

[solemn music]

[birds chirping]

[door opens]

MAN: Come on, Spiro, catch the water!

One...two...

[pencil scribbling]

[clock ticking]

[ominous music]

[paper rustling]

[clock ticking]

[window smashes] Ahh!

[brick thuds]

[gasping]

[menacing music]

[paper rustling]

[phone keypad clicking]

[phone ringing]

DS Malik?

It's Judith...

Judith Potts.

We need to meet.

[underwater rattling]

[suspenseful music]

Yeah.

[chatter]

Good?

[metal clinking]

[men chatting happily]

[splash]

Slowly...

Oh...

It's better than nothing.

[lid clanks]

[paper tearing]

Mum, Sam's not tidying his room.

Well, can you tell him to?

- Sure. - Dishwasher!

Are you still okay to pick up

the Bishop of Worcester tomorrow?

I've set an alarm.

CHLOE: Sam! Bring your plates down!

SAM: I am!

CHLOE: Mum says...

I thought a fresh start would help them get on.

Do you think he ll be okay

getting a taxi back to the station?

[phone ringing]

[kids arguing in background]

Good morning, Reverend Canott!

BECKS: Thanks. Dishwasher.

Yes, no, we're all ready this end.

Very excited.

The candidates can't wait to meet the Bishop.

Can you put it in the...

No, the only question is how long

he'd like to stay at the, uh, reception afterwards.

And does he have transport to get back?

Yes, no worries at all.

My wife will be on hand.

Anything you need, she is... [plates clattering]

[mug shatters]

[sighs]

[stirring music]

[phone ringing]

[lighthearted music]

[phone ringing]

MRS EDDINGHAM: Coming!

[phone ringing]

What on earth do you think you're doing?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

BECKS: Mrs Eddingham.

It's Becks Starling.

Oh.

Good morning, Mrs Starling.

I wondered if you might be free for a cup of tea?

Maybe later this morning?

You'd like me to come to the vicarage?

Perhaps you've heard of the death

of Stefan Dunwoody?

I have!

Such a...a terrible tragedy of course.

It is.

Colin will have to deliver the eulogy

and we're still so new here.

I wondered if you had any insights

into Mr Dunwoody's life?

Well, I'd be delighted to help.

That's very kind of you.

How about half eleven?

That suits me perfectly.

Okay, see you then.

Lovely.

[sweeping, clinking of porcelain]

I ve gone through Mr Dunwoody's contacts,

his phone, his web history,

I can t find any links to any far right groups.

Oh, then why was he killed with a Nazi pistol?

What about auction houses?

Have we found anyone who's ever sold a Luger?

Well, Brendan's still compiling a list so...

- A word? - Of course, Ma'am.

Tell Brendan it's a priority.

Yes, Boss.

Boss.

[door closes]

I just wanted to check in with you

on the Marlow shooting.

The investigation's in its early stages.

Are you bringing in another DI to head up the case?

Do you want me to?

No, Ma'am.

Well, then it's yours, Detective Sergeant.

You will remain acting SIO until further notice.

So, please stay in this office for now.

Although you might want to take that

Denzel the Dinosaur sticker off.

Ohh.

Oh, that's...[laughs]

DC KENNEDY: Sorry to interrupt.

Mrs Potts is at reception,

says she has an appointment with you.

I'd better...sorry.

[dog barking]

[upbeat music]

[dog barks]

[switch clicks]

ZETA: Hey, Mum, I have some news.

Well, why aren t you on the plane?

I'm staying with Dad, just for another week.

What?

Or a bit longer?

But don't worry,

we'll still have a few das together before I go to uni.

Yeah, but I bought you your flight.

I logged into the website and changed the date.

No, you can't do that.

I'm having the best time!

It's like I m suppod to be here.

You don't mind, do you?

No, I mean, whatever you want.

Love you!

- Love you. [phone beeps]

[car door opens]

[sighs]

[car door closes]

[birds chirping]

- Iqbal? [eerie music]

[knocks]

Iqbal?

Iqbal?

Your door's open!

[floorboard creaks]

[switch flicks] [gasps]

[menacing music]

TANIKA: Why Stay Away ?

I've no idea.

After I spoke to you yesterday, what did you do?

Um...

Well, it...it s possible I went to have a quick chat

with Antonia Webster,

Stefan Dunwoody's assistant at his gallery.

You told me you'd stop poking around.

Yes, but I was lying, we both knew that.

I thought Antonia might have an idea

why Stefan was shot with a Nazi bullet.

You know about that as well?

Well, there was the eagle on the casing.

The point is, Antonia told me that Stefan

had recently argued with a man called Elliot Howard

at the Marlow Regatta.

She heard Elliot call Stefan "a fraud, a liar and a crook".

Who's Elliot Howard?

He owns the Marlow Auction House.

Of course.

The German pistol must have come from somewhere.

As it happens, I think Elliot s involved somehow,

but he couldn t have pulled the trigger

because he was at choir practice at the time.

And you know that because...?

I spoke to the vicar's wife,

a woman called Becks Starling.

Of course you did.

So, what I'm wondering is

what if he got someone else to pull the trigger?

You mean like a hit man?

Exactly.

A hit man.

- Travel sweet? - No, thanks.

I've lived in this area my whole life, Mrs Potts,

and I can tell you categorically,

there are no hit men operating in Marlow.

DC KENNEDY: Excuse me.

Ma'am, there's been another shooting in Marlow.

[ominous music]