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RADIO: India-99 over Marlow High Street.

Northwest bound.

Approaching A4155.

ETA two minutes.

[helicopter hovering]

OFFICER: Can I get you something to drink?

A hot tea or something like that?

Yeah? A sweet one.

[radio chatter]

[camera beeping]

[ambient music]

Hold on. One here.

[camera shutter clicks]

Bag it.

[somber music]

[dog panting]

Suzie Harris?

Yeah?

Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Um, yeah.

Can you take me through what happened?

Well, I came to drop Luna off,

that's Iqbal's dog, a German shepherd.

I'm a dog walker.

Iqbal works nights, he's a taxi driver.

I come most days,

but today his door was open,

which is not like Iqbal.

So, I went inside and that's when...[stifles sob]

[sad music]

I'm so sorry.

[sobs]

Was there anything else you saw that seemed different

or out of the ordinary?

No.

Nothing comes to mind?

No.

[Luna whining]

Poor Luna.

This is so bad for her.

Can I take her home with me, please?

Sorry, um, Sarge, DCI wants a word.

Sure.

That would actually be a great help.

Thank you.

[sobbing]

Hello.

Sorry to interrupt.

Judith Potts.

Suzie Harris.

Um, would now be a good time to finish

taking your witness statement?

No, it would not.

Ms. Harris has been through quite enough for one day.

I suggest you contact her again tomorrow,

when she's had a chance to recover.

Now, how can I help you get home?

Er...

[intro sequence music]

- [birds chirping] - [town chatter]

[tea pouring]

It's so lovely being back in the vicarage.

It's lovely to have you here.

We must do it more often.

Next time at my house.

I insist.

Thank you.

[whimsical music]

Colin's so grateful you can share

what you know about Stefan Dunwoody's life,

for his eulogy, of course.

Well, there's plenty to say,

not all of it good, I'm afraid.

Sugar?

Thank you.

[teaspoon clinking]

[tea pours]

[laughs] Lots.

[giggles]

JUDITH: Your daughter s beautiful.

Thank you.

Does she live with you?

Yeah, but she's spending the summer in Jamaica,

- visiting her dad. - How lovely.

[laughs] Yeah, he walked out on us

while she was still in nappies,

and now, after I've raised her, done everything for her,

he rocks up for the fun bits.

I see. Hmm.

- Anyway, er... - [Luna panting]

Thanks for your help, but I ll be fine.

Do you know who could have done this to your friend?

No idea.

He had a good soul, you know?

You liked him?

- You see Luna? - Hmm.

She belonged to Iqbal's neighbor, Ezra,

a really nice guy.

When Ezra died, Iqbal took her in.

No questions asked.

That's the sort of bloke he wa.

Hey?

Why are you asking?

I'm trying to find out who killed my neighbor,

- Stefan Dunwoody. - [suspenseful music]

You think there's a link?

Very possibly.

Is that what the police think?

If you think of anything that might help in any way,

I'm at The Old Manor House,

on the way to Hurley Lock.

- No, no, no, don't get up. - Oh...

[Luna panting]

ELLIOT: Cheers! See you. Thank you.

Bye bye. Thank you.

RADIO: Good evening, breaking news from Marlow.

We're now going over live to the Buckinghamshire Police

press briefing.

TANIKA: I can confirm a man in his late forties

was shot dead this morning at his home.

We're asking for the public's cooperation.

If you saw anything unusual,

or anyone suspicious near the Wycombe Road in Marlow

between the hours of five and six a.m.,

please contact the Buckinghamshire Constabulary.

Thank you.

REPORTER: Is he linked to the murder of Stefan Dunwoody?

TANIKA: I'm sorry, that's all I can say.

[foreboding music]

[pencil scribbling]

[atmospheric music]

[drawers rustling]

[basket thuds]

[handbrake squeaks]

[car door opens]

[doves calling]

[car door closes]

[doves calling]

- SUZIE: I've got it. - [doorbell rings]

- Hi. - Oh, hello.

- I'm Becks Starling. - Uh-huh.

The vicar's wife.

Suzie Harris.

- Yum, yum. - [giggling]

- Wow! - Yeah.

[door opens]

[enigmatic music]

Oh.

You came. [chuckles]

Both of you.

- You'd better come in. - Thank you.

[Becks laughs]

BECKS: I baked a cake.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

It's nothing, really. I had some spare lemons.

Well, thank you.

You're not vegan, are you? There's butter in it.

No, the more butter, the better.

Or a Coeliac? It s made with flour.

Nope.

This place is something else.

Erm, it belonged to my great aunt.

I was lucky enough to inherit it.

And it's just you here?

Yes. Just me.

Must get lonely.

No, not at all.

I've always liked my own company.

[ornament thuds]

I think it's wonderful.

I crave peace and quiet.

Most days my house feels like Piccadilly Circus.

Which is why you hide in cupboards.

Guilty as charged.

So, Suzie, I take it you're here about Iqbal?

Well, if you're still interested?

Yes.

You could say I'm interested.

SUZIE: Okay.

Someone s been busy.

Where did you get this? This is ten years old!

Hmm. So, what have you got for us?

Well, it's something I remembered after your visit.

A few months ago, Iqbal said he was

coming into some money, he wouldn't say how or why.

- [laughing] - Thank you, again.

What are you looking so happy about?

Oh, I had the best news.

The best.

SUZIE: What?

I just don't want to tell you just yet.

- Okay. - Soon, though, soon.

Alright. Bye! Come on, girl!

Thank you. Bye!

But a few weeks later I asked him about it,

he shut me down.

Iqbal, are you a millionaire yet?

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

Sorry.

I got the impression that he'd been cheated,

or lied to, or something.

Also, the police asked me about some sort of medallion

that they found on Iqbal's bod.

That's very interesting. Thank you.

SUZIE: And how about you, Mrs. Starling?

Oh, please, it's Becks. Or Rebecca.

No, not Rebecca. Only my mother calls me that.

Just Becks.

You've got news?

I had a chat with Mrs. Eddingham.

The gossip?

She couldn't wait to tell me that Stefan Dunwoody

used to run a scam at the Marlow Auction House,

With Elliot's father.

A man called Alec.

Elliot's father was a horrible man.

BECKS: If this Alec found someone

who had a good painting that was worth something,

and the owner didn't know anything about art...

It's worth almost nothing.

...He would scam them by getting Stefan

to give a really low valuation.

Can you believe it?

BECKS: Sometimes Stefan would buy it from them

at a knockdown price.

The greener they were, the better.

And then sell it in London for a huge profit.

But always giving Alec a cut of the money.

ALEC: Very profitable! STEFAN: Yes!

- [glasses clink] - STEFAN: Cheers!

BECKS: Or sometimes Stefan would keep the painting

for himself.

So, Elliot was right.

Stefan...was a crook.

He seemed quite upstanding to me.

Although, Mrs. Eddingham said the scam

was with Elliot's father, not with Elliot.

Well, who's to say it didn't carry on after his death? Hmm?

Like father, like son.

- What do you think? - Me?

Well, you know Elliot.

Do you think he's capable of running a scam with Stefan?

Oh God, yes!

I'll be honest, I don't trust him one bit.

He's one of those types, you just know...

Hmm.

So, we've got Iqbal,

possibly cheated out of money,

and Stefan, the sort of man who cheated people

out of money,

and Elliot Howard, who could be a crook.

But that doesn't mean that Elliot s a killer.

Oh, I spoke to him.

He's involved.

The same day I met him,

this brick came through my window with a note.

And remember, Stefan was killed with an antique pistol.

And where do antiques come from, if not auction houses?

But he has an alibi.

Elliot and I were at choir practice together.

Hold on, we can sort this out.

We just need to get a sample of Elliot s handwriting

and see if it matches that handwriting.

And Judith, you just need to stay out of sight.

[police radio chatter]

[atmospheric music]

[drawers clanging]

[drawers banging]

Okay. Ballistics say the bullet that killed Mr. Kassam

was fired from the same gun

that was used to kill Mr. Dunwoody.

This isn't two cases, it s one case, one shooter,

two victims.

Jason, sort out the document management.

- Yep, got it. - Thanks.

So, what links have we found between our two victims?

Did Mr. Dunwoody ever use Mr. Kassam's taxi service?

Err, not as far as we can tell from his logbooks.

What about communication?

Well, I've looked into both victims' emails,

phone records, messages, everything I could find,

but I...I can't find any links between the two of them.

Then what about the Nazi pistol?

Is it possible Mr. Kassam had any far-right links?

No, no, not even close.

No, Mr. Kassam donated ten percent of his salary

to a refugee charity in Wycombe every year.

What did we get from door-to-door inquiries?

[sighs] Nothing.

He only has neighbors on one side,

and the house was empty.

The owner died earlier this year.

What about calls from the public?

Weeding out the cranks,

we've not found anyone who heard

or saw anything between five and six a.m.

when Mr. Kassam was murdered.

Okay. How about the medallion?

Tell me we've made progress on that.

As far as we can tell, Mr. Kassam didn't know

anyone called Hope.

What else could it signify?

I was thinking, what if it s a ship? Like, the SS Hope?

Okay, see if Mr. Kassam had any links to the navy

or any other boats.

Brendan, how are you getting on with the auction houses?

Oh, er, yes.

I contacted everyone within, er, your twenty-mile radius.

But so far, no-one's sold any kind of German gun

in the last ten years.

But, as I was saying to Jason,

personally, I think we need to be looking in London.

What about the Marlow Auction House?

Well, they haven't got back to me yet.

[mysterious music]

Alice, go to the Marlow Auction House.

Speak to the owner, Elliot Howard.

I want to know why he's dragging his heels.

Yes, Boss.

And ask him about his alibi

for the time of Mr. Kassam's murder.

Yes, Boss.

[high tempo music]

Okay, team, our first Special Ops group chat.

JUDITH: What's he up to now?

He's still writing in his catalog.

Maybe one of you should lure him away.

Oh, that should be easy,

just need to create a diversion.

JUDITH: Oh, that's a good idea.

BECKS: Judith?

- SUZIE: What ve you done? - BECKS: You're a giraffe.

JUDITH: How are you going to do that?

BECKS: Judith? What are you doing?

JUDITH: What?

- SUZIE: What have you...? - JUDITH: Why am I a giraffe?

- I must have pressed something. - [Becks laughs]

Oh, this is ridiculous, how do I change it?

Go to the bottom of your screen.

BECKS: Change the setting.

SUZIE: You should see a giraffe, or some other animoji.

What's an animoji?

- [phone beeps] - I've done it again!

This is preposterous!

How do I change it?

- BECKS: Tap it, Judith. - SUZIE: No.

Try swiping up.

SUZIE: He's looking! He's looking at us.

Oh, no this is hopeless. I'll call you back.

SUZIE: Quick, Judith!

[phone vibrates]

JUDITH: I think I've sorted i.

[police siren blares]

The police are here.

They are?

[shop bell rings]

Hey, I'm DC Hackett.

Find out why.

- Let s go. - DAISY: I'm not sure.

Can I help?

Oh, the Detective Constable is asking

if we've ever sold a Second World War German Luger.

Oh, of course, yes.

I...I m sorry, I was, er...

I should have got back to you sooner.

Er, because, er, we did, actually.

Er, last year, to a local collector.

I have the receipt right here.

- [ornaments crashing loudly] - Oh, no!

What on earth are you doing?

- Elliot! - DC HACKETT: Are you okay?

SUZIE: It's not my fault!

I'm a police officer, are you okay?

- Oh... - Are you hurt?

- I don't know what happened. - Let me help you up.

[camera clicks]

Oh, I think it might be... yeah, I think I m alright.

But you need to be more careful

where you put those...things!

Excuse me.

DC HACKETT: Right, where were we?

- That gun receipt. - ELLIOT: Yes.

Well? What happened?

Turns out the auction house sold a German Luger last year.

And guess what?

The receipt for it is written in Elliot's handwriting.

How can you know that?

Because Becks managed to get a photo of it.

Only because you created the most brilliant diversion.

Yeah, I did, didn t I?

- Ha, up top! - Yes! [laughs]

Oh, this is very interesting.

Is the handwriting the same?

No.

No, it isn t.

The A and Y in Appleby don't match

the A and Y from the brick.

And the W in "working" is nothing like the W in "Away".

But...

If it wasn't Elliot who threw the brick, who was it?

Well, maybe it was the person who bought the Luger?

It says here the man's name is Chris Bott.

- Chris Bott? - You know him?

I sing in the choir with him.

Does everyone sing in the choir?

Sometimes it feels like it.

Should I give him a ring?

And say what? "Are you the murderer?"

Stop it. [Suzie laughs]

I think we can do better than that.

[jaunty music]

- [dog barking] - [snoring]

[doorbell rings]

Uh...

[door creaks open]

Mrs. Starling?

What are you doing here?

Sorry about calling unannounced.

Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

Of course. How can I help?

Judith...

It's a matter of some importance.

We would be most grateful.

Well, why don't you come in?

JUDITH: Thank you.

BECKS: Thanks.

[door shuts]

Do take a seat.

[mysterious music]

Oh...

I thought you collected World War II memorabilia?

Who told you that?

I ve a collection myself.

I don't keep my collection out in the open.

It's more for the discerning viewer.

Mine's Greek.

From the fifth century BCE.

Oh! Ancient history.

From Naxos. Following Pericles' invasion.

You collect weaponry?

Well, of course.

You can learn so much about a people by how they fight.

I've always thought so.

The Greeks were fine warriors.

Still are.

"The Greek soldier, above all,

fought with the most courage."”

Adolf Hitler.

His address to the Reichstag, 1941.

As an archaeologist,

I've always thought it a travesty

that society says some artefacts can be displayed

and others can't.

To my mind, all history is equally valid.

Hard agree.

May I see your collection?

[door opens]

[footsteps]

- [switch clicks] - [classical music]

You like it?

What a fascinating collection.

You are quite the connoisseur. [chuckles]

- Thank you. - Even the grenades.

No one's ever matched the Germans for engineering.

- [gun clicking] - [sinister music]

Is...this legal?

Depends what jurisdiction you re in.

Well, I think it's...

Fascinating.

With a collection this extensive,

you must have a Luger pistol.

Let me show it to you.

It's in excellent condition and really quite rare.

No, no!

Someone's stolen it!

- Armed police! - [glass smashing]

Police! Nobody move!

Stay where you are!

- Show me your hands! - Stand back! Arms up!

Up in the air!

Show me your hands!

It's not as bad as it looks.

This is really unnecessary.

I do not need to be handcuffed.

There's been a complete misunderstanding.

Look, someone must have broken in and stolen my Luger!

What are you doing here, Mrs. Potts?

And you, Ms. Harris?

We met at Iqbal's house.

Oh, you did, did you?

We want Stefan's killer caught.

And Iqbal's.

So do I.

I-I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh! Sorry. No. Of course.

I'm Becks Starling.

And you're Shanti's mum, aren't you?

Our children do Chiltern Music Academy together.

- Oh. - Hmm.

Look, I need you to listen to me,

because every time I see you, there are more of you.

And we're even more successful.

But we're dealing with a double murder here!

I was right.

Stefan and Iqbal were killed by the same person.

I didn't say that.

And the same gun must have been used.

Mrs. Potts! This is police business.

If I find any of you anywhere near either case again,

I'll arrest you for obstructio.

Okay?

Okay.

[alarm ringing]

Oh, God! The Bishop of Worcester!

[dramatic music]

[Luna panting]

So, what have you ladies been up to today?

[silence]

[calm music]

[church bells ring]

- What a pleasure. - Thank you.

Hello! Welcome! Come in!

Can I take these...

SUZIE: Look at her, eh?

She's like an angelic rottweiler.

She's good.

She is.

- BECKS: Enjoy the service. - She is in her element.

SUZIE: Everyone loves her.

What a natural.

There we are. All done.

How on earth do you do it?

Do what?

Put people you don t know so at ease.

Oh, it's not that hard. You just have to be friendly.

No, it's more than that.

You care about every person you speak to.

I've never thought about it like that.

Thank you.

We're not going to stop investigating, are we?

- No way! - Not on your Nelly.

- "Not on your Nelly"? - What?

[laughing]

[tranquil music]

[chatter & laughter]

ROWING INSTRUCTOR: Gather round, let s get all your

life jackets on.

Although we are going to try

and stay out of the water today, okay?

Right. Yes. Great, you look okay.

Alright, let's have a look.

Let's just do this a bit tighter.

Yep.

Angus, you all set?

Good man, I'll see you in a minute.

That's kids club ready.

Liz?

You okay?

Yeah, of course I'm okay.

Why wouldn't I be?

[crows cawing]

[fridge door rattles]

[fridge door closes]

[wine glass clinks]

Why didn't you give the police that receipt?

What's that?

The officer said they asked for it days ago.

Well, it wasn't a priority.

I do have a business to run.

Why are they even asking?

I suppose they're trying to work out

where Stefan's killer got his gun from.

He was killed with a Luger?

It would appear so.

[blinds whirring]

She also wanted to know where I was

when that taxi driver was killed.

Yes, she asked me the same thing.

It was six a.m., I told her that we were in bed together.

Asleep.

So did I.

Well, that's you in the clear.

And me.

I suppose that's the last we l hear from the police, then.

[suspenseful music]

- [door closes] - Mm.

Mm.

[distant banging]

Uh...

[equipment bangs]

[sighs]

Oh, hey, you're up.

Can't sleep.

How was your gig?

Er, yeah, yeah it was good.

[sighs] You know, good for midweek.

How about you?

I can't find anyone or anything that links the two murders.

Except the murder weapon.

- You will. - [equipment banging]

You always get your man, huh?

Our shooter could be a woman.

Oh, er, there's a whites wash that needs putting on

and Shanti's got to take in £2 for a charity cake sale.

Yeah, got it.

Er, good morning?

[sighs] Morning.

[kiss]

Mm.

You'll catch your killer.

[footsteps]

[church bell rings]

COLIN: We remember the mighty deeds

of the covenant.

Blessed is the Lord our God.

Almighty and ever-living God,

remember the mercy with which

you graced your servant, Stefan, in this life.

Receive him, we pray,

into the mansions of the saints.

As we make ready our brother's resting place,

look also with favor on those who mourn

and comfort them in their loss.

[chilling music]

Grant this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

[mysterious music]

[sighs]

For Iqbal.

He meant a lot to you.

What s it feel like?

Having all...this?

When I first met Colin

he was the executive of a big music company.

He was in A&R, I was HR.

Then we had the kids,

and then he got his calling to the priesthood.

Wow.

I wanted to support him.

So, how old are your kids?

Oh, Sam is 15 and Chloe is 17.

Oh, so she knows absolutely everything about everything.

You have a teenage daughter?

Yep, Zeta.

She left school this summer.

Oh, congratulations.

What are her plans?

I don't know anymore.

It's like being crushed

by 800 years of stone.

That's what it's like.

You've got to see the book of condolence for Stefan!

Come.

Look at this entry here, written by Daisy Howard.

The roundness of the As, the slant of the Ys.

It's the handwriting on the brick.

[suspenseful music]

Yes, I thought it was a wonderful service.

Colin will need me for the wake.

- Vicar's wife. - Of course.

Knock 'em dead, girl!

Oh, well, maybe not that.

Er, Mrs. Howard?

Might I...have a word?

Why?

I believe it was you

who threw that brick through my window.

You shouldn't have signed the book of condolence.

Not here.

No.

[Daisy sighs]

I don't know what to say.

How about the truth?

It's us or the police, and we re much nicer.

My husband has affairs.

He thinks I don t know, of course I do.

When you visited that first time

I asked him what you'd been talking about.

He lied.

- You thought he and I were... - I was so angry with you

for daring to come to my place of work.

I wrote that message and threw it through your window.

I was lashing out. I m so sorry.

You re trying to find out what happened

to Stefan Dunwoody, aren't you?

Did you know him?

Not really.

But Elliot did.

He hated him.

He did?

[suspenseful music]

Elliot s dad had a painting by Stanley Spencer.

Worth a small fortune.

Elliot always loved it when he was growing up.

It's what made him go to art school.

He went to art school?

Mm-hmm. He's a good painter.

But when his dad died,

he didn't leave the painting to Elliot,

- he left it to Stefan. - Hmm.

Harsh.

My husband is a proud man.

And he's got issues, God knows he's got issues.

But whoever shot your friend, you need to look elsewhere.

[poignant music]

My great aunt always said that I should take up knitting.

You said this was her house?

I was an archaeologist for many years.

Lived abroad.

I didn't think anything would make me come back to the UK.

Until you got left a house on the Thames worth millions.

[chuckles]

So, where's this Greek collection

you told Chris Bott about?

Oh that was just a story,

to try to get him to open up.

Well, you fooled me.

Can I ask, your wedding ring?

Yes?

Uh, vicar's wife.

I notice rings.

I used to be married.

Wow. What happened?

Goodness, this really is a night for questions.

- [glass smashed] - [alarm ringing]

- What's that? - Where's it coming from?

[menacing music]

[footsteps]

There's someone in Stefan's house.

BECKS: Are you sure? SUZIE: What?

I can see torchlight in the windows.

SUZIE: What the hell?

Call the police.

Tell them there's been a break-in.

And meet me there.

SUZIE: Judith? Wait.

Look, I'm not sure you should..

[foreboding music]

[water lapping]

[boat creaking]

[menacing music]

[door opens]

[chilling music]

Who's there?

I'm making a citizen s arrest!

No!

- [thud] - Ah!

[police sirens]

[door slams] TANIKA: Police!

- BECKS: Hello, Judith? - Mrs. Potts? Mrs. Potts?

- Judith! - SUZIE: Judith?!

- Mrs. Potts? Are you in here? - Where are the lights?

- She's in here! - Judith!

Mrs. Potts? Are you okay?

- SUZIE: Jesus Christ! - I'll be fine.

And it's Judith.

- You could ve been killed! - Oh, my God!

What on earth were you thinking?

- Did you see who it was? - No it was too dark.

Then did you see what they were doing?

- No. They were up there. - She's bleeding.

That's all I know.

- Come here. - Ow!

Oh, my God! Alright, come on, let s get you up.

Oh...easy.

- Yeah... - Easy.

Take your time.

Alright, steady now.

Let's sit you down over here, come on.

BECKS: Come on.

- Okay. - Ow!

This room is very orderly.

Every painting under its own light, positioned to the inch.

- And not a spot of dust. - So?

So how come there's dust on that wall?

- Wow. - I notice dust.

- Don't ever come to my house. - What are you suggesting?

There was a bigger painting here until recently.

So where has this picture come from?

There has to be...

Hmm...

somewhere...

There it is. Look.

Yes, the dust on the wall fits it perfectly.

So, what was here?

A painting by Stanley Spencer.

TANKIA: How do you know that?

Because Daisy Howard told us that Stefan inherited a prize

Stanley Spencer from Elliot's father.

I see no Stanley Spencer painting in this room.

- It was Elliot, wasn't it? - We don't know that.

I think we need to check his alibi

as a matter of some urgency.

No! When are the three of you going to get it?

You're in danger, the killer's already struck twice.

If you get in the way, do you think this person's

going to stop at killing any of you?

- I'm staying at yours tonight. - Yeah, me too.

I'll be alright, thank you.

You asked about my ring...

My husband was not a good man.

But I survived him.

And I'll survive this.

[enigmatic music]

[glass clinks]

[clock ticking]

[sinister music]

[distant ocean waves]

Judith?

Hmm?

If anyone asks where I was last Tuesday night,

say I was here, with you.

What?

Last Tuesday.

I was home most of the night, anyway.

Why would they ask?

Please?

[suspenseful music]

Please?

Last Tuesday?

[kiss] Love you.

[quickened breathing]

[suspenseful music]

SUZIE: Also the police asked me about some sort of medallion?

- Morning, Mrs. Potts! - Hello, Mrs. Potts!

Morning Old Tom! Young Tom!

- There she goes. - Regular as clockwork.

Oh, yeah.

- [door beeps] - Haven't seen him, mate, so...

- I'll come back to you. - Alright, take care.

Good morning.

I'd like to see Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

The name's Potts. Judith Potts.

- Let me see if she's free. - Thank you.

Er, DS Malik? There's a Judith Potts in reception to see you.

She says...

[hushed] sorry you want me to say what?

Okay.

You're to go home.

I beg your pardon?

You're to go home.

Nope, she's still here.

Well, if she's going to be like that, tell her I'll go.

Yep, she's going. Okay, thanks.

[door opens]

[playful music]

[keypad beeps]

Good morning, Mrs. Potts.

Good morning, Jason. Thank you.

Mr. Dunwoody had a list of paintings, for insurance.

And you're right, only one was missing.

A Stanley Spencer.

Who spoke to Mr. Howard last night?

That was me. He was at home the whole evening.

Was anyone with him?

His wife was at the cinema when the break-in happened

and he was on his own.

So, no one can confirm his alibi?

Ah, what about Chris Bott?

Oh, after we released him,

he got straight on a train to Amsterdam.

Visiting friends.

What about forensics?

What did we get from the scene?

- Brendan? - Oh, not much.

Er, although we were able to lift a fresh set of prints

from the door handle to the house,

and we found new prints smudged on the window.

- And do they belong to...? - Not a match for Elliot Howard.

Or Daisy Howard.

Or anyone else involved in either investigation.

Then what about the "hope" medallion?

Mr. Kassam had no links to the navy.

And never took a trip on the SS Hope either.

Then why did the killer leave this

at the second crime scene, but nothing at the first?

JUDITH: I know!

Oh, how did she get in here?

Come on, guys! We're literally the police

and we've just been broken into.

Not a bit of it.

That nice young man let me in.

Oh, when Jason gets back here, I want a word.

And I know why that medallion has "hope" written on it.

Ha! That's not possible, love.

I think you'll find it is.

And I've had a thought, what metal is it made from?

[atmospheric music]

[splash]

In the 1920s, a man called Leonard Woolley

uncovered a series of royal tombs in Iraq,

even though there was no known city nearby

to support them.

And you can't have royalty without a city,

the one implies another.

That's how he discovered the ancient city of Ur.

I don't understand.

Yeah, what she said.

- Everything... - [splash]

....about these two murders is identical.

The same gun, the same bullets,

the same shot to the forehead.

Except in one detail.

A medallion at one scene

implies a medallion at the other.

Oh.

Hello, what have we here?

It says "faith" on it, doesn't it?

Yeah.

"And here abideth faith, hope and charity, all three.

But the greatest of these is charity."”

- One Corinthians. - Oh, my God.

Faith, hope and charity.

JUDITH: Indeed.

There's going to be a third murder.

We're dealing with a serial killer.