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[instrumental theme]

[instrumental music]

[Dan inhaling]

[Dan exhaling]

[Dan breathing deeply]

[breathing deeply]

Right.

Let's-get-going.

[cheering]

[Dan] Everybody glide. Glide, glide!

Glide to the beat. That's it!

With me! Yes! Come on!

Here he is! "The Boss" man!

[Tony] Move over, Danny, time for some vitamin T!

[workout music]

When I say Tony, you say!

[crowd] T! Whoo!

T, T, T, T, T, T!

T, T, T, T, T, T!

[crowd chanting "T"]

T, T, T, T, T, T!

[music continues]

Forgive me for multitasking, Tony, but these onions

won't caramelise themselves.

First sign of madness, that.

[Mrs. Sidhu] What is? Where are you going?

[Tez] Out. Bye mum!

But you've only just got...

[door closes]

home.

What is the first sign of madness?

Do you know, Tony?

What about you Mr. Aubergine?

Oh.

[music thumping]

Today we're going global.

[all] Whooo!

L.A., can you hear us?!

[all] Whooo!

[indistinct] is calling!

[all] Whooo!

We're joined today by Sharpetone's very own...

pumping power couple,

Krissie and Preston Jones!

[music thumping]

Show them love! Show them some love!

Weights up, weights up, weights up!

Five, six, seven, eight...

Push, push, and squeeze and squeeze.

And squeeze, squeeze!

[participants cheering]

[dramatic music]

[door beeps open]

Three times sprint gold medallist.

The Queen!

Lori McKenzie!

[crowd cheers]

Eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

two and...

[thumping music in background]

[keys jangle]

[door closes]

[thud]

Hola?

[whistles]

[keys jangle]

[door creaks]

[switch clicking]

[keys jangle]

Hello?

[moans]

Gloves? Kinky.

And hygienic.

[intense music]

[sighs]

Huh? [gasps] No, No, No!

[Dan grunts]

[speaking in foreign language]

[keys jangle]

[beeps]

[dramatic music]

[speaking in foreign language]

[music intensifies]

Come on, punk!

Make my day.

You?

[theme music]

[music fades]

[chopping]

[instrumental music]

Now, I don't normally deep fry this early in the morning,

but you really must try these as well.

[Tez yawns]

Oh!

And that is my son, Tez.

Uh!

I am so sorry, Simon and Sonia!

He doesn't normally live here.

No worries, Mrs. Sidhu.

We're just so grateful you got our wedding menu sorted

before our flight home.

It's all bloody delicious, isn't it, babe?

So, you say there's one more goodie to sample?

Oh um, actually those are for my contract

at Sharpetone Health Club.

Blackened cod balls in coriander infused gram flour.

Thought you might like to try one.

Oh, no thanks I don't really like fish.

[Mrs. Sidhu] Oh, go on. Just try it.

Um...

Hm.

[mellow music]

It's like... the sea.

It's, it's like the sea on holiday...

when I was little.

Never say never, Sonia darling.

Right.

Well... deffo stick cod balls on our menu.

Although, could we call them something a little less

anatomical maybe?

I am so sorry, Simon, but um,

I'm not gonna be catering your wedding.

Look, if this is about money...

Oh, no. It's because there isn't going to be a wedding.

[pensive music]

Simon, every time you touch Sonia she flinches.

You mention the word "wedding," and she looks like

a nervous whippet about to bolt for the hills of Slough.

[chuckles softly] And of course, she can't tell you

because everything's booked, the flights for family

from India and Australia, plus that non-refundable deposit

on your overpriced venue which, you know, is a three-star hotel

pretending to be an Elizabethan manor just because they have

fake beams and one very depressed peacock in the garden.

- Mum! - But...

It's much lonelier to be in a bad marriage

than just... alone.

You'll thank me one day.

Of course, I could be wrong. But...

Mm.

[inhales deeply] Fine.

[door opens]

Thank you, Mrs. Sidhu.

[breathing deeply]

Hm!

Wow!

Why do you do this, mum?

- Do what? - [Tez] This.

Minding other people's business and freaking them out

when you do.

Last week I caught Mrs. Ramgaria from number 60

trying to hang garlic above our door.

Well yeah, Mrs. Ramgaria is an old boot

who thinks widows should sit in a corner

crying "Hai Hai" and waiting to die.

And, give me a hand with these, will you?

[Tez] Mum. Day off. Down time.

[music on TV]

I, uh, thought your day off was Thursday?

- They changed it. - Hm.

Gig economy, innit?

No secrets in Slough with the Illumin-aunties around.

You should know that by now.

It was a stupid job anyway!

Right. Well...

better find another one then.

Again. Now some help, please?

[turns off game]

I blame you for this.

Two years I've been dealing with our son on my own.

He wasn't like this when you were around.

Actually, what am I saying, he totally was a little sod.

[Tez] Mum! Hurry up!

Laters, pops. Mum.

Widows United. Yay.

[bright music]

Here.

[indistinct chatter]

Morning.

[speaking in foreign language]

[music continues]

[engine revving]

[tyres screeching]

♪ When you go to sleep at night ♪

♪ And the stars are shining bright ♪

♪ And your day has been weary and long ♪

♪ Just know not far away ♪

♪ Someone will say that they miss you ♪

♪ While you're away ♪

♪ I'm not one for sulking ♪

♪ Drowning in my tears ♪

♪ But I can't help but feel a little blue ♪

♪ If it weren't me out there ♪

♪ In a big old blue sea ♪

♪ I'd be singing the same song to you ♪

♪ I'll miss you while you're... ♪

[Mrs. Sidhu] Morning, Tony.

[upbeat music]

[sniffs]

[Wanda] I need every department to do a thorough stock take.

Tony, are you listening to me? We are losing money.

[Tony] If we're aiming for a global franchise,

you've got to speculate to accumulate.

Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Sharpe. I am a huge fan.

Thank you, erm...

Mrs. Sidhu, of Sidhu's High Class

Catering, Slough and Environs.

I um... I actually did your Fat To Fit In Twenty Days

webinar during lockdown.

Right.

- Sorry, Mrs. Singh. - Sidhu.

You'll need to speak to Liz, our restaurant manager.

You can wait over there.

[upbeat music continues]

Hm.

[Tony] Later.

- [Tony] Auntie? - Ranibeti![laughing]

Oh! Look at you, you're so thin. You're skin and bone!

Are you eating properly? When are you getting married?

There, got all the auntie schtick out of the way.

You are getting married!

- Aah! - Ssssh!

Oh, my goodness! Who is he? He better be good enough for you.

He is. His name is Rajesh.

God, it's been a bit of a whirlwind.

We only met three months ago but, we just fit.

- [female #1] Morning, Rani. - Hey.

His family's a bit traditional but you know,

I'm not marrying them so?

Well, you already have a caterer for your big day.

My gift to you. Aw!

Your mama would have been so proud and happy.

Yeah. Shall I give you a grand tour?

- Of course. - Come on. [chuckles]

Our sauna.

Ooh, lovely, very clean.

But that bossy woman with the laptop...

That's Wanda, Tony's business partner.

She seems to think this place was losing money.

You sure this is the right career move?

Chill auntie. I'm doing great.

You know who this is?

Oh, yeah.

Lori McKenzie, gold medallist.

Oh, I love her yoghurt ads.

"The Taste of The Alps in a recyclable pot!"

Well, you are looking at her new massage therapist.

Oh! That is wonderful!

She's here.

Rani.

Sorry, duty calls.

The kitchen's are straight past the reception.

- Will you be alright? - Oh, no, I'll find it.

- You go, I'll be fine. - Okay. Okay.

Erm... I'm so sorry, just give me a moment.

I'm sure I had it.

I'm so sorry. Just a mistake.

Apologies.

It was here, it's always here.

[pensive music]

[door creaks]

I'm so sorry.

[door creaks]

[Lori] When did you last have it?

[Rani] I don't know where it's gone.

Let me just check behind the desk.

[door creaks]

[machine humming]

[music continues]

I'm so sorry, I'll be right back.

[Lori] Isn't there a spare card?

I'm just checking.

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry, you got a spare card?

Thanks.

[sighs] Apologies.

[Lori] Okay. Let's go.

[door beeps]

[both gasp]

Call the police!

[suspenseful music]

Chief Inspector Burton, a word.

I'm just on way to Sharpetone, sir...

Won't take long.

[door closes]

Firstly, good to have you back, Pete.

Well it's... it's good to be back, Al.

And, Sorry to hear about you and Janine.

Ptch! Yeah.

- Do you want to talk about it? - God no!

Thank Christ. Good man.

That's what counselling's for, apparently.

- We done? - Uh, no.

- There's a second thing. - A what?

After the firstly I mentioned previously?

Right, cause I've got two rapidly cooling

dead bodies that I need to check on...

The chief doesn't want you working on this one, Pete.

Um, he's still dealing with the fall out after your last...

- Screw up. - Case.

[inhales deeply] And screw up.

But, look.

I know, we all know, you were under enormous pressure

and your sources let you down.

Yeah, so what is it?

- Report to traffic duty? - No!

Report to double murder duty.

Sorry, um...

am I off the case, or on it?

On it! You just interrupted.

I was about to tell you how I was fighting your corner

with the chief super and I stuck my neck out for you but you...

Ruined it again. Yeah.

[sighs]

Well, shall I just go?

You're not much bothered either way?

[sighs]

[sighs] Right, you have four options.

You can teach at the police college.

Buy some slippers, take early retirement.

Or stay on here and do a good job at the job you once loved.

And the fourthly?

Do a crap job, and you're out. We clear?

Crystal, sir.

[sighs] Look, Pete.

I really am sorry about you and Janine.

I met my second wife at 55.

So, never too late.

Already is.

[upbeat music]

So very tragic. Did you know them?

No.

Yes.

What's it matter now?

Some big shot's arrived. Should get things moving.

Sir, been covering for you. All under control.

Yeah, I heard. Thanks, serge.

Oh. Be careful, don't mix them up.

I've introduced a new colour coding system.

Brilliant. So what?

Red for stabbings and blue for drowning?

No, I... Good one, sir.

[music continues]

Ah! You must be in charge.

I can always tell when the boss arrives.

- Chief Inspector Burton. - Wanda Norris.

When do you think we might get back to normal?

This is all highly inconvenient for our blue chip clients.

Yeah, murder is so socially awkward, isn't it?

But we're gonna've to close the building to the public today.

And you'll have to stick around to make statements.

Right. Thank you, inspector. I'll let everyone know.

Get everyone logged and verified. You got time of death?

We're waiting on the post-mortem results.

- CCTV? - None in the gym.

Exclusive clientele.

Yeah, no one wants their sweaty arse on YouTube.

[laughs] No.

But there was a live-streamed class on at the time.

Okay, get me the footage. Get me a coffee.

Yes, sir. This way.

- Thank you. - Sir.

[indistinct chatter]

[Evans] Alright? No one puts the baby in the coroner.

Evans!

What, they sent us Evans for forensics?

Corner, coroner. [laughing]

Ah. Ah! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Send me the most in-experienced back up

and then watch me crash and burn.

- [Burton] Hm. - Sir.

It was out of order how you took the rap on our last job.

Everyone said so. It's not gonna happen, again.

I won't let it. So let's do this.

[instrumental music]

- Where's my coffee? - It's coming, sir.

Forensics are done, statements next.

- Statements? - Oh, yeah.

The whole beautiful machine in action.

[indistinct chatter]

Dan King. He's one of the fitness instructors.

Comes in for a massage, gets an unexpected haircut.

Has he been formally identified?

Yep. Wallet intact. But still no sign of his phone.

The other victim is Oscar Hernandez.

Night cleaner. He hears a noise...

Comes in to see what all the fuss is about...

Gets his own short back and sides too. [chuckles]

You remember him, sir?

Oscar "Make My Day" Hernandez.

Foiled a mugging last December.

- Pensioner. - Oh, yeah.

Christmas have-a-go hero.

But, no happy endings this time. Hm?

Oh! It looks like King was expecting his own happy ending.

Yeah, but the question is, who else was involved?

Oh! [sighing]

Somebody's not doing their job.

Ay. Blood stained swipe entry card.

Although... some distance from the bodies.

Dropped in a panic?

You don't have to swipe out, only in.

Rani Toor.

Works at the spa.

[suspenseful music]

[Burton exhales]

Rani Toor.

[Amelie] Here's the list of everyone who signed

into the spa last night.

Rani Toor was here.

Uh, no. Rani was off sick yesterday.

Then why did she swipe in at 8:59 last night?

- I don't know. - Oh. What's this?

Oh, that came for Rani yesterday.

Like I said, she was off sick.

[music continues]

There's a gift card inside. Addressed to Dan King.

Full house.

So, where do we find Ms. Rani Toor?

Um, I can check the system, see where she might be?

[door opens]

[door creaks]

Why didn't you tell me any of this?

- Because it doesn't make sense! - Were you here last night?

Anyone could have nicked my swipe card, auntie.

That's not what I asked you.

[Liz] Can anyone help me find a Mrs. Sidhu?

Stay here. I'll see what I can find out.

[Mrs. Sidhu] Hi, you must be Liz.

Hello, I'm Mrs. Sidhu.

I'm sorry to be joining you on such a sad day.

You must still be in shock.

Do you know what happened?

No. No idea.

Oscar seemed like such a nice man.

And Dan, well, Dan was Dan,

but neither of them deserved this.

Well in the, in the bad times,

good food is essential.

- [Liz] These do look amazing. - Thank you, Liz.

It's my Indian tapas. Less than 500 calories a plate.

- But not these I presume? - Hah.

Sadly no. Indian sweets intended for a wedding.

Hm, lovely.

You know, I'm sure we have met somewhere before.

How long have you been catering manager here?

A while.

Look, I'm supposed to be helping Wanda,

and I'm meant to be getting that inspector a coffee so...

I'll do it. You go, please.

I warn you, I hear he's a grumpy sod.

Oh. I eat them for breakfast. I'm sure we'll get along fine.

[instrumental music]

[Burton] No, no, no, that'll be fine. I'll be right back.

Oh!

[gasps]

What... am I covered in?

I am so sorry! It's your coffee.

- It's my special turmeric latte! - It's napalm.

Turmeric is a-is a natural internal antiseptic,

it's very good for blood pressure.

Yeah, well, it's not bloody working is it?

And hangovers.

You are Chief Inspector Burton, and I am Mrs. Sidhu,

caterer here and Rani Toor's auntie.

Where is she?

Can we have a little chat first, then I'll tell you in a minute?

Oh. And you really should soak that shirt straight away.

Turmeric stains are as stubborn as I am.

Can I just direct your attention to that mop by the exit door?

No, you may not!

- Ah... - Give me that!

I have known Rani her entire life and she's not a murderer.

- Or a mopper, actually. - Again with the mop.

Right, so Rani Toor is your niece?

Oh. No, no. I'm not her "auntie" auntie.

Her mother was my best friend.

It's a cultural thing?

Look, if-if Ms. Toor has nothing to hide

then why is she so worried about talking to me?

Clearly you didn't grow up brown in West London, did ya?

Are you going to tell me where she is?

Or do I have to arrest you for obstruction?

Auntie, tell them I didn't do anything!

- Inspector! - Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector, you can't arrest someone

on coincidence and no evidence!

She's not arrested, yet. But we have a lot to discuss.

Trace evidence, CCTV, dodgy alibis.

And a small matter of massage oils sent to the victim.

I never ordered that!

So, what's your "evidence," Mrs. Sidhu?

Ah! That doesn't involve mops?

But I can still help you. I-I-I notice things.

I know people!

- Mint? - Sir.

You ever see any TV shows made in the 70's?

Apparently, it was the golden age of the quirky cop.

They had the cowboy detective, and the fat detective...

- Plus sized now, sir. - Yeah, whatever.

Now meet lady caterer detective.

This hot pot's delicious. I confess. I done it.

Yeah, it sounds crazy but it might just work.

Bye, Mrs. Sidhu.

[engines revving]

And Ineverdo hotpots!

[banging on TV]

You're still here, and you ate from

"Colonels Chuck Chuck Chicken Cottage?"

Couldn't ask you to cook again, mum.

Mainly 'cause you wasn't around.

[speaks in foreign language]

Your cousin's in trouble.

Been taken to the police station.

What, Bunty?

Bitoo?

No, not Bally?

He won't last a day in the nick.

- Not with his asthma. - Rani!

- Oh. Pretend cousin. - Eh, No! She'slikefamily.

And she needs our help. Don't you care?

[sighs]

Tez!

There's always someone that needs your help, isn't there?

Whether they want it or not.

And we both need our space.

One of us has to be the bigger person here.

[suspenseful music]

So to recap, you said you were home alone

the night Dan King died?

You took a sick day?

Like I said, it was the office party the night before.

Felt a bit weird that day.

Really rough.

Happens, doesn't it?

Massage oil addressed to the victim,

Dan King, from you.

Your swipe card, found at the murder scene.

And your scissors, found buried in the chest

of Oscar Hernandez's.

Does that just happen too?

I told you, I didn't order that oil.

And why wouldn't I have given it to him that day if I had?

Those scissors are kept in the massage room,

and I lost my swipe card.

Okay, interview with Ms. Rani Toor

terminated at 10:54 p.m.

Yes?

[whispering indistinctly]

Ms. Toor, I'm gonna need you to come back in tomorrow

at 10:00 a.m. sharp to discuss further evidence.

Can I have my phone back?

Afraid not, no.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[sighs deeply]

[instrumental music]

I don't know what to do.

But I know what you'd do.

Sorry, you did mean go and save Rani, yeah?

Yeah, I... That's what I thought.

I was just checking. Okay, night.

I've been so worried, and why are you on your friends phone?

What happened?

New evidence?

What? Oh, look, just a, gimme a second.

Tez!

Breakfast! I'm going!

Do you want me to come with you?

I really need to talk to that Inspector Burton anyway.

If he'll listen.

No, I don't mind.

Rani?

Hello? R...

[upbeat music]

[Tony] Lori, listen, please, please!

[Lori] No! You listen.

I've got my last European championship coming up,

how am I supposed to focus with all this going on?

I was just saying to Wanda,

how we realise our sponsorship deal with you

is not nearly generous enough.

- Tony! - Wanda.

[sighs]

[Amelie] Hi, you've reached Amelie Cox.

I can't get to the phone but leave me a message.

[Liz] Sorry, this place is a mess.

Oscar was meant to clean it yesterday. But...

You mean Oscar was supposed to do it the day he died?

Yeah. We're down to one cleaner now.

[sighs deeply]

[sighs] I've brought the wrong box up, excuse me.

Five, six, seven...

[bottle shattering]

Oh, no! Oh, I am so sorry.

That was totally my fault.

Let me help you! Uh...?

Claudia.

Oh, go on then. Grab those towels over there?

I'm, ah, Mrs. Sidhu.

Chef, caterer and new here.

So, um, I was wondering...

I've got a class to teach in here! Get a move on, will you?

Oh! Avoid that pillock.

- We call him Angry Bird. - I see.

And he's a shedder. Look at that.

That's just from his running machine.

It's like cleaning up after a bear.

Hm! Oh, yes, I know, yuck.

My husband had a back like a welcome mat.

So, um, the other night...

I work days.

But you heard about our night cleaner?

Poor Oscar. Hard worker.

He was studying accountancy in his spare time.

He was a book-keeper in Columbia apparently.

Hm, and did you notice anything different

last time you saw him?

No. Well, it's a silly thing.

- Yes? - He had a new keyring.

[Claudia] It looked like a, a naff little plastic skeleton.

But he was showing it off to everyone.

I know he needed money to get his nephew

and sister out of Colombia,

he said that keyring was his lucky charm.

- A new keyring? - [Claudia] Yes.

- In the shape of a skeleton? - Hm.

Fascinating. Anything else?

What about his cleaning routine?

Anything he did different that fateful night?

Oh, I don't know. Wanda does the rotas.

Oh, and I imagine she's very approachable.

Nah. She's a cow. Anyway,

I'm gonna change this water.

'Scuse me.

Now it's obvious, Ms. Toor, from your phone records

that you were in an intimate relationship with Dan King.

Why didn't you think to mention this?

We split up about four months ago.

I dumped him because he was cheating on me.

He came back to mine late one night, drunk and...

[inhales deeply] I just knew.

The famous female intuition?

That and the love bites on his chest,

and the lipstick on his boxers.

He couldn't even remember who she was.

I didn't think our history was relevant.

Not relevant?

That you were an ex-lover of one of the murder victims?

I know, I should have said something.

I just... wanted to wipe that bit of my life.

I'm engaged now. I'm happy.

- Finally. - Congratulations.

[inhales deeply]

Well, maybe you can explain these text messages

sent to Dan King, by you a mere eight weeks ago?

"How could you do this, you bastard?"

"Can't believe you, you scumbag!"

"Tosser."

"I could kill you."

[pensive music]

[upbeat music]

♪ I want to feel a good time ♪

[door opens]

Mate, if you spent as much time on your abs as you did your hair

you'd maybe be half as fit as Krissie.

Your girlfriend is fit.

I'll tell you what, I've got about an hour

until my next client, how about you come and help me

work off these extra pounds?

That's more like it.

Dickhead.

Amelie, we have ten listed on the invoice

and there are only seven here.

Where are the other three?

- Err... - Wanda, is it?

Yes, what?

I can see I've caught you at a bad time.

I do apologise.

I-I'm not having a great day myself.

Actually, it's...

it's coming up to my mother's death anniversary so...

- [Amelie] Oh, I'm so sorry. - Thank you.

I think I'm just gonna go home

and cuddle my big old stupid cat.

- I'm more of a dog person. - Oh, me too.

My cat's stupid but my dog,

he, he always knows when I need a bit of puppy love.

I lost my mum last year.

That's when I got Spartacus.

Oh, ho! Adorable!

- Double time? - Yeah.

[Preston] I'm gonna enjoy this.

[instrumental music]

Hm. So, on that day...

Oscar's shift was moved later to accommodate

Tony's live gym class with L.A.

- Hm. - Why do you want to know?

Just fancied myself as a bit of a detective.

[laughing]

Stick to cooking. You're brilliant at that.

[suspenseful music]

[door creaks]

[music intensifies]

[Dan] Everybody glide. Glide, glide!

Glide to the beat. That's it!

With me! Yes! Come on!

[slurps]

[instrumental music]

Now you're not telling us something, Ms. Toor,

and unless you start to talk...

[door knocking]

Yes?

For the tape, DS Mint has entered the room.

I am DS Mint entering the room. Sorry to interrupt, sir.

I need to ask Rani a couple of questions.

How did Dan get on with Preston?

- Why do you ask? - It's in my job description.

Peas in a pod.

Two laddy lads together.

[pensive music]

Actually, Dan tried it on with Krissie once.

Preston hated that.

So, would you say Preston Jones was jealous of the victim?

He threatened to punch Dan.

Anyone who even looked at her.

Did he?

Sir, I need to speak to you outside.

[door opens]

The live-stream footage shows

Dan King leaving the class halfway through.

And Preston Jones following shortly afterwards.

Okay.

Right, we go back to the gym, we talk to Preston.

De Vries wants a report by the end of today,

and at the moment we've got nothing.

This could be good.

Let her go and tell her not to go far.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Harder!

Not man enough for this, no?

[Tony grunting]

Can't cut it can you, T?

You're all talk and no jockstrap.

[upbeat music]

- Inspector! - Not you, not now.

[clicking] Preston Jones, where?

- Um... - Come on.

I think I saw him go to the gym with Tony.

- This way? - Yes. Straight down there.

No!

[music continues]

- Jesus Christ! - No. Oscar Hernandez.

In case you hadn't heard, he's dead.

And if he wasn't, he'd be in prison.

- What's this? - It's a memory stick.

It's a stick with memory on it.

Thank you for clearing that up. If you'll excuse me.

Wanda has a similar one for the accounts system here.

She's frantic that stock keeps going missing.

This one belonged to Oscar Hernandez.

He needed money to get his family over from Columbia.

I think he was stealing from the gym,

and the evidence is on here.

And I think...

you need to get a life, Mrs. Sidhu.

[panting]

[grunting]

[panting]

[wheezing]

Yeah!

Never mind, mate. It happens.

Not to me. But it happens.

[fake laughs]

[door beeps]

Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.

Good. We need to talk.

Follow me. Chop chop.

[panting]

So...

you told us you were in the live-stream class

the night Dan King died.

Now what you failed to mention...

how...

What you failed to mention was the fact

that you left the class halfway through,

not long after Dan King did.

Yeah, well, I went to the toilet.

For half an hour?

What? Problem with the Lycra?

Yeah, alright, okay? I left the class to meet up with Rani.

We've been having a thing but I arranged to meet her

that night to break it off.

Okay so, you lied to the police

during a double murder investigation

to cover up an affair?

Didn't want Krissie to find out.

[sighs] She's my whole world. Alright?

If she found out, she'd leave me.

Yeah, well, she's gonna find out

when you testify in court, isn't she?

Which I presume you would do?

- Uh, yeah. - Okay. That's it.

I need to go. I'll be in touch.

[sighs]

Seriously? Beard like that, two women on the go?

Plus, lying through his teeth.

Yeah. Half an hour to break up?

In my experience, twenty seconds tops,

and that includes the begging.

Speak to Rani.

See is she'll confirm his alibi which she will do,

because they're both hiding something.

On it.

[indistinct chatter]

Mmm.

[intriguing music]

[knocking]

You're right.

Oscar was hacking our system, look here,

makes it look like he ordered ten rowing machines,

we actually only ordered seven,

he pockets the nine grand difference.

As I understand it, he was trying to get his family

out of Colombia.

[scoffs] No excuse. Little toe-rag.

I came from nothing, look at me now.

Well, it's good to hear you remember what that feels like.

I've been tracking this for months.

You solve it in a day. Inspector, you're a genius.

Well, I-I-I don't know about that.

[Mrs. Sidhu] Neither do I.

[instrumental music]

I mean, obviously the inspector knows that all good police work

is team work, isn't it?

Sorry, Mrs. Sidhu, do you need to be in here?

[indistinct chatter]

[grim music]

What did you say to the police?

They're seriously thinking I'm a suspect now, Preston.

I'm sick of this. I'm telling them what happened that night.

Yeah, well, I presume I don't have to remind you

why you can't do that?

Besides, you should be thanking me.

I told them we were together.

What?

Yeah, I said we were doing the dirty

and we met up to break it off.

So you're fine.

[upbeat music]

Just don't mess it up now, yeah?

[phone buzzing]

[exhales sharply]

[inhales sharply] Hey, babe!

No, just some routine questioning.

Yeah, it's all done, it's all fine...

- [Burton] What did Rani say? - Ah, you were right.

She confirmed Preston's alibi.

Said they were both nervous

about their other halves finding out.

Nervous enough to risk going down for murder?

Nah. Doesn't fly.

Why are they protecting each other?

Anything back from post-mortem?

Yep. Dan King had five deep stab wounds.

Not easy with a pair of scissors.

Right, so someone was pretty passionate about hurting him.

- Have you found King's phone? - Not at the moment.

But the killer's had plenty of time to dump it.

But Rani's texts were pretty hard core.

Uh, bitter dumped ex.

Yeah, we all say things we regret later.

Anyway, it's circumstantial.

My gut is saying Rani didn't do it.

And my guts, as we know, should shut the hell up.

The super? Four missed call... Shouldn't you take that?

No. Let's get back to the station.

[sighs]

Here you go, darling.

Masala chai.

The ginger helps nerves and digestion.

Thank you.

You know, trapped truth is like trapped wind.

It will always find a way out,

usually at the most inconvenient time.

In a crowded lift. Or once in a seniors yoga class in my case.

You still haven't told me why the police called you in again?

Auntie...

I was here.

The night of the murders. But not in the spa.

- I was... I met up with... - Preston. I know.

You know?

[scoffs] My mum was right, you are a witch.

And you have always had such terrible taste in men, Rani.

Honestly, you've got a whole biscuit box to choose from

and you go for the stale custard cream,

and those horrible ones that look like they've got

dead flies in them.

- Garibaldi? - Yeah, that's the one.

Sorry, who's the Garibaldi here?

Dan! Dan King is the Garibaldi!

You think I'm double dunking?

Well, triple dunking if you count Rajesh.

I'm-I'm sorry. I'm just asking...

No.

You're assuming.

Just like everyone else in Slough.

You know, I've-I've had it for years.

"Look at that Rani, no parents, not married,

running around living a, a life."

'Course I'd have two, three blokes on the go, right?

Even though I'm engaged now, to a nice boy from a good family,

and that's still not enough to make me respectable?

No. I... I didn't mean...

You know, most of the burned witches

were just independent, single women.

I thought you'd know what it feels like

to be judged and condemned.

[sombre music]

I do.

I'm sorry.

And I believe you.

But, there's still something you are not telling me.

So tell me. Please.

It's complicated.

- [sighs] I can't think! - But you must.

The police have got no firm suspects and they will be back.

Is there anywhere you can lay low for a few days?

- With somebody you can trust? - Oh...

Maybe. With my friend Amelie.

But the police told me to stay put.

You leave Inspector Burton to me.

Okay?

[sombre music]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Inspector. You wanted evidence.

Not that you deserve this, but it's all in there.

This is a recipe for crab korma.

Read the rest. Oh, don't be so stubborn.

Come on, inspector, it is just an hour of your time.

And we both know that you owe me.

- Fine. One hour. - Great. It's not far.

I'll drive.

[suspenseful music]

Sir, you're not seriously hot footing it

with the crazy hotpot lady?

Mint, sometimes, if you want someone to shut up,

you've got to listen to 'em first.

[instrumental music]

[Mrs. Sidhu] Belt up!

[tyres screeching]

[grunting]

[tyres screeching]

[engine revving]

Here we are.

[music playing]

You can stay as long as you like.

Thanks, Amelie.

- It's just been so crazy. - I know.

I don't have my clothes. I need my things.

Hey. Don't risk it.

- I'll drive to your flat. - Would you?

- 'Course. - Thanks so much, Amelie.

You and my auntie are the only people

who have got my back right now.

[Amelie] Yeah, thanks.

[sighs]

Listen...

everyone knew what Dan was like.

I didn't do it.

[Amelie] Of course.

[birds chirping]

[Mrs. Sidhu] Okay.

Bear with me for just a minute, inspector.

I-I just want to show you something

I've been thinking about.

[instrumental music]

So... inspector.

Uh-huh.

What makes you think this was a crime of passion?

Well, Dan King had five deep stab wounds to the chest

and the heart area, so, I'd say jealousy's a motive.

Maybe, yeah. But how about...

So normally, Oscar starts his cleaning routine in the gym,

but that night the class runs late, so he starts in the spa.

He hears a noise, he rushes towards the treatment room.

Oh, but no, he's still holding his mop.

So he puts the mop up against the treatment room door,

rushes inside and...

But we know the mop was at the back door.

- Not the treatment room door. - Mm-mm.

I know it was by the treatment room door.

Because there was a stain.

So who moved the mop?

Right, so they didn't want to leave footprints so,

the killer mopped behind them as they left, yeah, so?

So, do these sound like the actions of a young woman

who has just killed her lover in moment of rage?

Move the carrom board, please.

[Mrs. Sidhu humming]

Oh, no, no, no, no, I don't have time to eat.

Oh, don't be silly. Food isn't just fuel.

It's history. It's memory. It's communication.

And, it's getting cold. So eat.

Tom Yum soup with lemongrass, fresh ginger and shrimp.

And you will love it.

A career in the police never appealed?

[chuckles] It might have once upon a time, but...

my mother was widowed when I was 13,

so my life choices and my world changed overnight.

But I would say that our jobs are quite similar, inspector.

Oh yeah?

Do you know what my favourite Ted Talk is?

- Mmm? - "The Brain In Our Gut."

Also known as the enteric nervous system.

Two thin layers of a hundred million nerve cells

in our gastric tract.

That is brain cells in our stomachs.

And they need good food to work properly.

And they speak to us. All the time.

Nausea when you're nervous, butterflies

when you fall in love, cramps when you fall out again.

I think it's where intuition lives.

I mean, there's a reason it's called gut instinct right?

- Good chefs have it. - And good coppers too.

- And the worst thing we can do... - Is ignore it... yeah.

[oven dings]

- Apple crumble cake? - Oh, no, no, not for me.

No, I really, really have to go.

Oh. Okay, um, well, let me drop you somewhere.

No! Please.

Um... I prefer to walk. But, thank you, Mrs. Sidhu. Thanks.

Oh, um, inspector you, you forgot something...

[instrumental music]

Took your time.

- You searched Dan King's locker? - Yeah. Nothing in it.

In fact, there was nothing of his in the whole club.

Right, and that didn't strike you as strange?

Yeah. It is.

- Have you been eating garlic? - Just drive, sergeant.

Back to the gym.

[music continues]

Oh.

Ah!

[Burton] So Dan King was leaving then, was he?

What makes you think that, inspector?

Well, all his personal effects removed.

Him being replaced on the "Elite" programme.

You don't kill someone for being a prat.

Least I wouldn't. If I did, I'd be topping people all day.

Anyway, I was on stage almost the whole time.

Yeah. Almost being the operative word.

[sighs] I went to get some water.

What did you fall out over? Women?

Seems to be the running theme here.

I sacked Dan. His extra curricular activities

were becoming embarrassing.

Inspector, if we want to terminate someone,

we go to human resources.

[Burton clears throat]

Sir, we've found Dan King's phone.

Rani sent a message asking him to meet her

at the spa the night he died.

Right. Where can I find Rani Toor now, please?

- Oh, she's gone. - She what? When?

About lunchtime. Same time as you.

I'll get officers to check her flat.

I've been played, haven't I? Tom Yum soup and carrom board!

I bloody fell for it!

[sizzling]

Oh, good. Tez, you're not going back to yours tonight are you?

Can't live without me, innit?

Well, as you begged so nicely.

Good, because I am way behind on this Sharpetone order,

so you can start by chopping those onions, please?

They make me cry.

And everything you cook makes me smell.

Doesn't stop you eating it, does it?

All your life I have stood in this kitchen cooking for you,

and you can't even boil an egg.

What's that say about you?

I hate eggs. Always have.

They give me the runs.

What does that say about you, mum?

I'll get my things.

[doorbell rings]

[siren blaring]

Inspector, has there been a development in the case?

Mrs. Sidhu, I am arresting you for perverting

the course of a police enquiry.

Oh, don't be silly!

[Tez] What's going on?

Oh, don't forget to turn the gas off under the daal!

Your supper is under foil by the bread bin!

Take the foil off before you put it in the oven.

Forty minutes, 160 fan.

[instrumental music]

Where is Rani Toor?

- Where did she go? - Rani has got alibi!

Preston told you!

Well, we have reason to believe that

Ms. Toor's gonna meet Dan at the spa the night he died.

And we have evidence.

Ever since we met, you've been leading me

a merry dance, haven't ya?

Mops.

Keyrings.

Accounts. Soup.

She didn't do it. I know it. And so you do, in your guts.

You're letting the real killer get away.

Well, now I know how you drove your husband to a heart attack.

Or maybe you just drove him to the shops, yeah,

yeah, that'll do the trick.

And your wife left you.

And now your best friend lives in a bottle!

Wake up before it's too late.

You tell me where she is.

Why don't you lock her up, Mint?

Yeah, let's see how a night in the cells refreshes that memory.

- Sir? - Do it.

[instrumental music]

Arterial fat. That's what killed my husband.

You might want to get that blood pressure checked out.

[music continues]

[music continues]

Nothing much changes.

[echoing] Nothin' in here!

Now you lock me in, daddy!

You've been inside before?

In and out my whole life.

[door creaks]

[door clank shuts]

Prefect day.

[music continues]

[switch clicks]

[music continues]

[upbeat music]

- How're you? - Hey.

[sighs]

Oh, hiya.

- Hi... - It's, uh, Amelie.

I, uh, I spilled drinks on you at the works do?

But I sent flowers to say sorry.

- Oh, was that you? - Did they not put a card in it?

I literally told them to send one.

- I'm so sorry! - No, it's okay.

Just another excuse for Preston to do his nut.

[sighs] I'm so sick of it.

Yeah, but you two though, you're like, perfect Insta couple...

Yeah. Exactly. We're a brand. But only as a pair.

So guess I'm stuck with him for now, right?

[chuckles softly] Joking. Obvs.

Yeah, it's fine. Everyone's pretty on edge at the moment.

- Mmm. Mm-hmm. - So awful what's happened.

You know, the police have been interviewing Rani for hours?

Have they? Huh.

That explains why Preston's been sniffing round her.

Always finds the damsels in distress.

Yeah, but she really is though.

Poor girl, everyone's gossiping about her,

she probably lost her job.

And she's always suffered with depression.

I'm pretty worried about her to be honest...

I had no idea.

That sucks.

Alright, that's it. Self-care time.

Now that we can finally use the spa again.

- I'm gonna have a seaweed wrap. - Yeah?

- [Krissie] Yeah. - Ah, sounds like a great idea.

Me too, and a hot stone massage.

Ooh. [chuckles]

And one of those Elemis Frangipangy sets from the shop.

[chuckles] For both of us. My treat.

What? Amelie, can you afford this?

Listen, occasionally, daddy picks up a few treats for me

and my friends, so... shall we?

[suspenseful music]

Sir. I don't think you should have locked Mrs. Sidhu up.

Why not? She's been doing my job. Badly.

And I think you need to see this.

[instrumental music]

[Burton sighing]

Chief Inspector Burton! My office. Now!

[indistinct chatter]

You have been avoiding me.

And now our main suspect Rani Toor, has somehow

managed to disappear!

Care to tell me who screwed up?

Yeah, me. My misjudgement.

Size 11, sir.

- What? - Slippers.

If I'm to step down, I may as well

have the appropriate footwear.

Resignation accepted.

Ah, God. You were once a very good cop, Pete.

I hoped you would get a last chance to show it.

I thought I put the "do not disturb" sign out.

- You're free to go. - Of course I am.

And how am I supposed to get home?

I'll give you a lift.

Well, you better take me straight

to the health club, inspector.

Thanks to you, I've lost my pay-check and my contract.

[lively music]

Look, I had no idea who your father was.

- Mm-hm. - He was a legend.

Why didn't you say something?

Because my father taught me

justice is blind and carries scales.

No favours because of who you are.

Well, you won't get any from me.

- Did you read it? - Hm.

Yeah, I'd like to say it was a complete

train wreck of insane gibberish.

- Oh. - But I can't.

True, there are random flights of speculation.

And too many pointless recipes.

Having said that, there are some genuine moments of inspiration.

Thank you. I think.

Has it changed your mind about my niece?

Well, it looks like the case will be passed over.

I-I'm moving on, elsewhere.

I am genuinely sorry about Rani.

Well. It's not over yet. And I'm not giving up on her.

- Didn't think you would. - But, I'm sorry you're leaving.

You're a good man and I don't often say that to blokes

who've locked me up.

Oh, my word.

I've been so stupid.

- I wouldn't say stupid... - Yeah, I've-I've got to go.

Unbelievable.

[Liz] These look delicious, Tez.

[Tez] Go on, give it a try then.

- Are you mad? - Oi, what you doing?

Better than prison food.

I'm so sorry, I thought I saw a fly on your cod ball.

[chuckles] All okay?

All great as usual.

I mean, you... you cooked all of this?

It's easy. Dunno why you make it look so complicated.

- Uh-huh. - What were you arrested for?

Mental driving in an offensive cardigan?

No! I was, I was trying to help Rani.

Ah, she's one pretend cousin too far.

Still. Least I got myself a bad ass mum.

Yeah, well, don't get any ideas.

One "badass" in the family is quite enough.

Liz, I have remembered.

You are Liz Claydon, body builder of the year 2016?

- Why didn't you tell me? - To be honest Mrs. Sidhu.

I don't like to talk about it.

It wasn't a good time, the pressure, the drugs.

I made a choice to look after myself and move on.

I couldn't end up like the people here, like Preston.

I'm surprised he's not rattling

the amount of steroids he must be on.

Yeah, he's a bit extra.

Thank you, Liz.

And you are beautiful because you've survived.

We all need to hear that.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

You move quickly, Krissie. Nice work though! Aim high!

- Bed the boss, yeah! - What is the matter with you?

We just talking!

- Jog on, Preston. - [Tony] Yeah, chill, Preston.

[Krissie] You're an embarrassment.

Preston! Stop it!

[grunting]

Do you want some?!

- Do you want some?! - Okay!

Tony!

[tense music]

- Come on then! - Preston! Stop it! Stop it!

[Krissie screaming] Stop it! Someone stop them!

Or do something! Somebody call someone! Please, Preston!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Don't touch my head!

- [Preston] Don't! - Okay, okay, okay!

What's that? What's that? Get off!

- [Preston] No, Krissie! - What is that?

- [Preston] Don't look! - It's from his head!

- What is that? - What's happened to you?

- Krissie, I love you! - Love? You don't love me!

You disgust me. And you scare me!

Hair loss. Aggression. Paranoia.

All side effects...

from steroids.

What does that explain the jealousy? Gas-lighting?

[Krissie] Messing around with Rani?

All Rani was doing that night was helping me fix my hair.

Dying my greys.

Okay?

We've been doing it regularly.

To help me feel normal!

So she was fixing your hair the night of the murder?

Oh, my God.

What, you knew that girl was innocent?

And you were gonna let her take the rap, because of your hair?

Okay, can we calm down? Mint, squad car, ASAP.

Give me that!

You are gonna watch while I wipe every bit of me from your phone.

We are done!

Tell Rani the good news and get her home. Okay?

- Okay. On it. - [Mrs. Sidhu] Preston?

[panting]

Why did Rani protect you?

What did you threaten her with?

Oh, my God.

I think I know.

- [Burton] Show me. - It's Dan and Rani. Disgusting.

[Burton] Looks like blackmail, Mr. Jones.

- Spread the word, okay? - [male #1] Yes, sir.

[De Vries] Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Blackmail and perverting the course of justice.

Good work, inspector.

Shame you couldn't find the actual murderer.

Go out with a bang, rather than a whimper.

[Lori] This is all so toxic for my reputation...

my legacy.

I can't stay, Tony. I'm sorry.

- Lori, please. - Come on.

I have to think of my fans here.

I represent hope to them.

I want them to care about themselves,

not pump themselves full of drugs.

I hear you.

I hear you.

- Why isn't Rani picking up? - Yep.

The Tez-meister saved the day.

It's funny, if I still had my old job

I would have been working nights.

Lucky for you, my schedule changed.

[intriguing music]

What?

He changed his routine to collect blackmail money.

Oscar was the one who was lured to the spa!

[chuckles] Thank you, Tez!

The hair, mum? Cuh.

Tez! What's the biggest fear of your life?

Aliens.

Not alien invasion, but literally the film "Aliens"

will be rebooted by a second rate director.

I think the biggest fear in anyone's life is not being seen

and not being loved.

Rani needs me now, and I have to go.

But what about all the food?

I mean, it shouldn't, it's nearly done, you just

turn the oven off in ten minutes,

and turn thebhajis in the fryer in two.

But I can't do all that without a recipe.

Tez, you got this. I see you.

- And I love you. - Go!

- Do your thing, mum. - Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[siren blaring]

With my compliments.

[phone buzzing]

- Burton. - [Mrs. Sidhu] Inspector?

Oh, thank God, don't resign yet,

you are gonna to want to hear this.

Sidhu, are you driving?

Yes, and I've just realised. I have made a huge mistake.

- What, just the one? - Oscar didn't get in the way.

He was always the intended victim.

He wasn't forced to change his routine.

He changed it deliberately.

Mirror, signal, manoeuvre and continue.

[Mrs. Sidhu] Tony is spending money like it's water,

and someone is exploiting it to pass off bogus invoices

and pocket the money.

But to keep it up, they need two sets of accounts.

One for the audit kept on a memory key,

and one black set on a second memory key.

But, oh, no, they lose their memory stick.

Who's gonna find it? The cleaner, of course.

Now Oscar can't pull off a complex fraud but he knows

when he's looking at black accounts.

He needs money to bring his family over from Colombia,

so now he's got leverage to make some,

by blackmailing the fraudster.

Next morning, he makes sure everyone gets a look

at his fancy new keyring.

It's bait for whoever's fiddling the numbers.

And it's not long before he gets a bite

a text asking him to meet in the spa.

Right, so he arranges a late night meet up at the spa!

[Mrs. Sidhu] Yes, yes, Oscar is the intended victim,

but the killer has a plan to frame someone else, Rani,

so they want Dan to look like the target.

The killer gets hold of Rani's phone,

sends Dan a text inviting him for a private massage,

the next night, and deletes the text straight after

so she won't see it.

[Burton] Right, so someone must've spiked Rani's drink

at the works party, which meant

she wouldn't be at work the next day

and wouldn't bump into Dan.

Exactly, inspector! So Dan turns up ready for fun.

Oscar arrives, hears his screams,

charges in and gets the same treatment.

So the stage is set, a womaniser, a jealous lover,

and a good Samaritan who got in the way.

[Mrs. Sidhu] But Oscar has taken some

precautions of his own.

He's hidden the memory stick.

So who had access to the accounts and Rani's phone,

and who is living a life beyond their apparent means?

And who did Dan cheat with on Rani?

Thanks, Amelie. Thank God this is over.

I have a little surprise for you inside.

- Oh, okay. - No, allow me.

Still got your keys!

Always the quiet ones. Where is she?

[Mrs. Sidhu] Should be at Rani's flat by now.

- [Rani] I'm nearly there. - What?

No, no, you wait for back up. Sidhu? Mint! Car, now!

Yes, sir!

[instrumental music]

[Rani] Oh, my God.

[door closes]

Amelie.

I do love your sound system by the way.

Feel like we need some music, you know?

Get me in the zone. I really like this one.

What is all this?

Amelie!

Hey! Stop it!

Amelie, look, I like you. But, not in this way.

Oh, you really love yourself, don't you?

What?

No wonder you couldn't stop stealing money.

- Me? - A little here, a little there.

So you could have a few nice things.

None of this stuff is mine, it's yours.

Your dad buys it for yo...

[instrumental music]

There is no dad, is there?

But it's all caught up with you now, hasn't it?

The debts, the police, and the final nail...

Dan cheating on you.

You?

[chuckles] God, what a let down he was.

- Literally. - [Rani] You?

You were the one night stand with Dan?

[scoffs]

Amelie, you need help.

No, Rani, you do.

Everybody knows you're suicidal.

Mainly because I keep telling them.

I-I rushed over to tell you, you're in the clear.

But you know you did it.

And you just can't cope with the guilt.

[dramatic music]

Such a shame I didn't get here in time, before...

you slashed your wrists.

No!

[grim music]

[tyres screech]

I'm outside Rani's flat now.

[Rani] Help! Help! [Burton] Who's that?

- Rani? - Look, wait there.

Do not go in!

- The door's locked! - Good.

[Burton] You've got a spare key, haven't ya?

Sidhu? Mrs. Sidhu!

Foot down.

No!

And the good news is, me and Krissie are friends now.

And your tragic suicide is gonna bring us even closer.

I'm not armed.

- Auntie! - I... I-I just want to talk.

[laughs]

Sorry, what is this?

Super-Gran to the rescue? [giggles] Love it.

What you gonna do, curry me into submission?

Yeah... Yeah, I grew up pretending to laugh

at jokes like that.

I-I mean, it's exhausting isn't it, Amelie?

Being so desperate to fit in, like using your lunch money

to buy friends in the playground.

I used to do that too, but, you know,

when the money runs out, so do the friends.

- So you had to keep going. - Just... just stop, old lady.

- Just, stop. - Don't, auntie. Stay there.

Oscar, he was a single blow, but Dan, wow,

that-that must have been tough.

Five deep angry wounds, how did you make it

look like a crime of passion?

How did Dan react when he saw that it was you and not Rani?

[pensive music]

He didn't even recognise you. Another invisible woman.

Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry.

- Just get back! - Leave her alone!

Get out of my head, "auntie."

This is why Rani's gonna kill you.

And then, kill herself

because you just wouldn't shut up!

Okay, drop it. Drop the knife.

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

Get it! Wait, wait, wait!

Mint, are you okay?

Think I caught my coccyx on landing,

but otherwise, fine, sir.

Okay, take her away.

[Amelie grunting]

Amelie Cook, you have the right to remain silent.

Here. Take that.

- Nice one, Mint. Good work. - Thanks, sir.

[Amelie] Don't touch me!

[instrumental music]

So why didn't you tell me

that Preston was blackmailing you with that, his film?

You saw it.

Dan liked to record his conquests.

Send them to his grubby little friends.

Like Preston.

I didn't even know I was being filmed.

[music continues]

Preston said he'd put it online if I didn't keep his secrets.

Rajesh would have seen it, his family, everyone.

So you would rather be charged with murder than let a man...

Slut shame me. Yeah.

My God. Well, what does that say about us all?

Now you listen to me, if Rajesh judges you for this,

he is not man enough for you.

The shame is theirs, not yours.

Never ours... okay?

[music continues]

[phone buzzing]

- It's Rajesh. - Go, go.

[Rani] Hi, babe.

- Calm down. Calm down. - God, please get off me!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

[Amelie screaming]

[Amelie crying] I haven't done anything wrong!

'I haven't done anything! I haven't done anything!'

- Well, that was, uh... - Our first collar together!

How exciting was that?!

[sirens blaring]

Unbelievable.

- Cheers, see you at the station. - See you there, sir.

- [Amelie] Nooo! - Congratulations, Pete!

[chuckling]

So uh, what changed your mind about leaving?

It feels good to get the win again, sir.

Ah! [chuckling]

What's this? Codename "Soup"?

Hmm. It's a new source which I can't reveal for now.

Right, well, I look forward to when you do.

Welcome back, inspector. Again.

[instrumental music]

[Burton sighs]

'm Lori McKenzie, three time gold medalist,

inviting you on our exciting new initiative.

But first, let me introduce you

to Sharpetone's brand new ambassador.

I'm Liz Claydon, and I'm living proof

of the harm body image can do.

"Take a Step" isn't about having the perfect body.

It's about taking a step in the right direction.

Go for a jog, take a walk, anything you can do

that's sustainable

[both] Whatever your level.

Cut. Well done, that was great.

♪ Take a chance out with me until the sunrise... ♪

[Mrs. Sidhu] So this is both of your faults really.

You left me at 13, made me stronger.

You left me at 55 and even though it hurt like hell,

you set me free.

Is it okay to say that I finally like it?

[quirky music]

If I can pull you away from the cupboard of death for a moment?

- Shrine, if you don't mind. - Whatever.

Now the screen's frozen. Something's burning.

And my sheets need changing. You coming?

Great to have a man about the place again.

Night-night.

[outro theme]