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- Careful, Dan.
- Oh, could you pass me that?

Right, darling. Fine.

Right, you take this one.

That's it.

There we go.

OK, just cast out slowly, Dan.

Just reel it.

Slowly, slowly, slowly...

How's it going?

Oh, no!

I hope I haven't burnt the sausages.

- Five minutes!
- OK.

Dan, in the car!

Just leave everything!

- Drive!
- Move! Move! Move!

- Quickly.
- Get in the car!

Dan! Run!

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪

- DCI Sally Butcher.
- Thomas Chamberlain.

- This is Nikki Alexander.
- Hi.

Keep your eyes open.

Right now, we don't know if
this was a targeted attack

or a case of mad gunman on the loose.

We have preliminary IDs
from their wallets.

Chris Chandler and Kate Blair,
both pronounced dead by paramedics.

Single entry wound to the temple.

Two entry wounds to the throat and chest.

DCI...

The driver's phone.

Thanks.

Get tech support to get the lock off.

Jack Hodgson, forensics.

DCI Sally Butcher.

Why do you suppose she's not in the front?

They obviously left in a hurry.
Everything's been abandoned.

First responders said the
engine was still running.

Enough time to get in the
car, not enough to get away.

Something alerted them.

- Gunshots?
- They didn't stand a chance.

And we're back to mad gunman on the loose.

DS Malcolm Guillam, local CID.

DCI Sally Butcher. Where's
your partner, DS Guillam?

Re-assigned. I'm retiring in a month.

Philippa!

You know the area, Malcolm?

Yeah. A little bit.

Good. Take DC Rule here and canvass
all nearby properties for witnesses.

Malcolm.

Butcher!

Might have a third victim.

Three plates, three stools and this...

A kid's phone.

Freshly-trod path.

Could be the shooter.

Could be a fleeing victim.

OK. Good to know.

We need boots on the ground, so
we'll take anyone and everyone.

We may have a gunman on the loose.

Kevin Ivers. Electrician.

Says he heard shots about 1pm,
but he thought nothing of it,

because the Army trains in the hills.

OK.

Better verify that, hadn't we?

They made it to the water.

Butcher!

- Ah.
- Molly! Molly!

Sorry to bother you.

We're investigating a shooting

- that took place this morning
down by the river. - A shooting?

- Mm.
- My God. Is anyone hurt?

Hm.

Have you seen or heard anything
out of the ordinary, Miss...?

Claudia.

- Claudia Baxter.
- Mm-hm.

I did see a car this morning
that I didn't recognise.

And that's a rare occurrence?

Well, we're pretty cut off up here.

- What time was this?
- About 12, 12.30. I was walking the dog.

What can you tell us about the car?

The driver seemed lost.

I thought about asking if he needed
directions, but then he sped up.

You think you might recognise him again?

I suppose I might, yeah.

He must've seen everything.

He might even be able to ID our killer.

If he pulls through.

The killer may not know he survived.

I guess there's no chance we
can keep that under wraps?

Unlikely.

We can try.

No confirmed sightings, but they
are doubling the search teams.

Your boss is going to have the
mother of all overtime bills

and sod all to show for it.

- Because it's not a
nutcase with a gun? - Yeah.

History tells us he would've
shot someone else by now,

even if only himself.

- Aren't we going for coffee?
- Nah.

Tea and coffee taste
exactly the same there.

So what are we doing here, Sarge?

You don't mind a bit of exercise, do you?

No, Sarge.

What we doing here, Sarge?

It's an old case.

You want to talk about it?

I don't think so, DC Rule.

Cos I never got the bastard who did it.

Nice job, Amy.

Well done.

Thank you.

Hello?

Amy, it's Simon Forsyth.

Long time no speak.

Simon! Hello...

Listen, Amy, I'll cut to
the chase. I need a favour.

- OK...? - Friend of
mine's in a spot of bother.

Stomach wound, to be exact.

Look, can't you just take him to A & E?

I'm afraid not.

Look, I'm sorry. I can't help you, Simon.

Well, that's a bit disappointing.

I mean, given all the help I've
extended to you over the years.

Medical school fees and so on...

Well, it's not like you
got nothing in return.

Listen, Amy...

if I could avoid troubling you
with this, I would. Honestly.

But... I can't.

I'm in a bit of a bind.

I'll text you the address.

Thank you.

Phone's registered to Chris Chandler.

Had a spin through his recent activity.

Three pictures taken on
Thursday night stood out.

Can you see what I see?

I see bags of something white.

And a lot of it.

Those curtains could help with location.

What did Chandler do?

Accountant, according to DVLA records.

Well, maybe their records
were out of date.

If he was dealing coke,
that could be motive.

But what are the photos about?

- Want to help me give his
house a once-over? - You bet.

- Hello, ma'am.
- Shona.

Security camera.

Alarm. A new lock.

A lot of security for a safe area.

- Kate Blair's sister -- Anna.
She's in a bad way. - OK. Thanks.

Anna, can I ask you a question?

Your sister's boyfriend -- Chris.

Did you get on with him?

Yeah.

He was great.

Why?

What kind of accountancy work did he do?

He worked for a software company.

Why are you asking me about Chris?

Was Chris involved in drugs?

What?!

Chris was the straightest
guy you ever met.

I doubt he smoked a joint in his life.

So why do you think he
installed the camera outside?

He didn't.

My sister did.

OK. Why did she install it?

Her ex.

Kate was going through
a very ugly divorce.

What's her husband's name?

Miles Blair.

And is Miles Dan's biological father?

- Yeah. - He's being
notified as we speak, ma'am.

Then you need to be at the
hospital when he gets there.

What did Miles do to warrant
new locks and a camera?

He'd been hanging around the house.

Forced his way in a few times.

A couple of months ago, he
turned up to take Dan out,

but Dan wasn't feeling well.

Miles went berserk.

He was convinced Dan was faking it
and my sister had put him up to it.

It got so bad, Dan locked
himself in the bathroom

and Miles kicked the door down.

And what happened?

I think, when he saw
Dan hiding in the corner

crying his eyes out...

he came to his senses.

Kate turned 40 yesterday.

Butcher!

I need to see my son. Let me in the
room, woman. I need to be with him.

I'm his father! I have rights!

Dan's been placed in a
medically-induced coma...

Yeah, I'm not deaf! I
heard what the doctor said.

He needs to hear my voice. You don't
know what he can and can't hear!

- Mr Blair, you've had a terrible...
- Spare me the patronizing bullshit!

Mr Blair, if you want to help your son,

you need to let the medical
staff do their jobs.

- Who the hell are you?
- Sally Butcher.

I'm leading the inquiry
into your ex-wife's murder

and that of Mr Chandler.

Wife. We weren't divorced yet.

- Noted. I apologise.
- I don't want to talk to you.

Get the doctor back. I want to see my son!

Mr Blair, I am a doctor. And
everything you said is correct.

People have woken from comas

and recalled not just the
comfort of familiar voices,

but entire conversations word for word.

So it is crucial that we get you in there.

And as soon as he's stable, we will.

Mr Blair, we need to talk in private.

Dr Alexander?

Yes.

He's suffered a subdural haematoma.

Head and spinal injuries
consistent with a trauma.

But he's stable.

What happens next is touch-and-go.

Do what you need to, but be gentle.

Of course.

- His clothes.
- Thanks so much.

We were getting divorced.
What else do you need to know?

We heard there was an altercation
involving a bathroom door.

- Shame on you.
- Excuse me?

My wife of ten years is dead.

My son's in a coma.

How dare you suggest I had
anything to do with this?

Anna told you that, didn't she?

- Answer the question, please.
- OK. Yeah. I lost my rag, that's all.

And did what?

I kicked down the bathroom door.

We recovered this message from a
locked drawer in your wife's house.

'Kate, I want to make
something crystal clear to you.

'Call it fair warning, call
it whatever the hell you want.

'I love my son. I know you
think I don't, but I do.

'And if you keep coming between us,

'what happens next is as much
on your head as it is on mine.

'I'll come at you with
everything I've got.'

Can you confirm you left that message?

OK, ready to turn. Thanks.

- OK.
- Ready?

Yep.

There we are...

Right.

And you've never made an empty
threat when you're angry?

Not quite like that, no.

Certainly not in such a volume.

"The words 'evil bitch' don't
begin to do you justice.

"You are systematically
brainwashing our son,

"turning him into a total stranger..."

OK! Enough!

What do you want me to say?

Where were you this afternoon
between 12 and three?

At my flat.

- Alone?
- Yes.

I own a bar.

People who run bars are late to
bed and late to rise. Are we done?

Almost.

When did you last see Kate?

A fortnight ago, when I dropped Dan off.

Amicable?

Very.

We hugged.

Can I go now?

- Anna did say things had mellowed.
- I know his species.

The kind who gives himself up to his rage

and only sees the damage when
it's well and truly done.

The door's kicked in and
someone's crying in the corner.

- Doesn't make him a killer, though.
- No, it doesn't.

And in most family annihilation cases,

the father turns the gun on himself.

Well... I'm done.

I can confirm that Dan wasn't shot.

And his major injuries come
from falling in the river

and striking his head.

I found what I think is a
bone fragment in his arm

that I expect comes from
one of the other victims.

But he still got away?

When I broke the news to Miles,

- he said that Dan wasn't supposed
to be there. - What do you mean?

He was supposed to be
at some football camp.

Why didn't you mention this before?

Sorry...

Everything just happened so fast.

If Miles expected Kate
and Chris to be alone...

- Do you really think he shot them?
- Possibly.

Or he paid someone else to.

He runs a bar. Perfect job
to make unsavoury contacts.

Well, if the gunman didn't
expect Dan to be there,

it might explain his escape.

I'm here to see Mr Forsyth.

Look at you...

Not a day older.

Come here.

Let's get this over with, eh?

Please.

I've never been in the business
of letting my friends down

and I don't intend to start now.

Reading between the lines,
they'll wheel out the B-team

if I'm not part of the delegation.

I want to postpone. But
only by a few days.

She's young. Does she
know what she's doing?

- Listen, I'm more than happy to...
- She knows what she's doing.

- Do you have a sterilising kit?
- I don't know.

Do we?

Er, no, sir.

Then I'm going to need some cooled
boiled water, a clean cloth,

a plastic bag and some paper
towels, if you have them.

Thank you.

The damndest thing.

Tripped over the rug and
fell on my own bottle.

I don't need to know. And
I don't want to know.

Get on with it, then.

I'm going to need some light.

Are you done or what?

What the hell did that creep do, Simon?

- Did he hurt someone? - Amy...
- I saw those scratches on his neck.

You were right first time.
You don't want to know.

Why didn't you tell me
that he was the patient?

- Because then you wouldn't have come.
- You're bloody right I wouldn't!

He didn't even recognise me.

No. No, I don't believe he did.

He needs a hospital, by the way.

I cleaned the wound, but there
might be some debris deeper inside

and I'm not equipped to deal with it.

He may already have an
intraperitoneal haemorrhage

and it could be fatal.

In that case, I need you to be
on standby if he deteriorates.

I'm not covering up for him, Simon.

I've just told you, I'm
not equipped to do that.

Then we will source a secure,
well-stocked clinic where you are.

You're such an arsehole, Simon.

I'm sorry to drag you into this.

You're not sorry enough
to find someone else.

There is no-one else.

- Not with your skill and discretion.
- Oh, just don't!

And not with our history.

Thanks, Amy.

Hello. I just want to check

that I got all the evidence
from the River Malt crime scene.

Seem to be missing a
picnic blanket, that's all.

Thanks.

Bit of bone. Bit of yellow bone.

When you get a chance,
will you have a look?

And if you can, pull a DNA profile.

Chris Chandler has a
single shot to the temple,

penetrating the frontal lobe.

Would have been instantaneously fatal.

There are partially healed
bruises on his arms.

Look like grip marks.

Similar colouring to
his chest and shoulder.

And not sustained during the shooting?

From the yellowing, I'd say
they're a couple of days old.

Two days before he's shot dead,

he gets into a fight.

Be good to know who with.

Wow, there's a distinctive
burn to his upper back.

Something with uniform holes in it.

I don't know.

Some sort of heater, possibly...

It's partially healed,
like the grip marks.

So likely sustained during the fight.

Maybe he stumbled back and landed on it?

The burns are full thickness
and there's skin loss.

May have left something on the object.

We should check out Chandler's workplace

- and everywhere else he's
been in recent days. - Agreed.

Victim is a previously
healthy 40-year-old female

identified as Kate Blair.

Gunshot wound to the chest,
causing bleeding into the lung

and a tracheal wound that
would've impaired breathing.

She would have drowned in her own blood.

Both bullets entered her body
at roughly 45-degree angles,

suggesting she was shot
from the side of the car.

What's yet to be determined is...

.. the cause of this
void area in the blood.

Blood sprayed from the trachea wound.

But... there was an
obstruction causing this void.

What kind of obstruction?

Well, something positioned between
Kate and the right rear window.

Well, what about her son?

She shields him from the gunfire, he
catches the splatter, then escapes?

No.

We think he was in the passenger footwell.

I found fibres from his jacket there,

plus the passenger door was left open.

One explanation could be there
was a fourth person in the car.

We've got no friends or
family of the victims missing.

No-one coming into A &
E with gunshot wounds.

We'll process all the diffused blood

and see if it yields a fourth DNA profile.

There's red acrylic fibre

under the fingernails of her right hand,

suggesting she gripped
this material in her fist.

So what was it?

Hang about...

Yes, I found red fibres in the Volvo.

And scattered amongst the picnic stuff.

Before you disappear, there's a few
things I want to share with you.

Anomalies, really.

Hey.

Among the detritus from inside the Volvo,

I found a shard of brown glass.

The kind real ale bottles
are fashioned from.

But no beer bottles were
found at the crime scene.

Anomaly two, also from the Volvo...

A pearl-studded slide with long,
dyed blonde hair and conifer leaves,

from a Lawson Cypress, to be
specific, caught in the clasp.

None of the victims had blond
hair, long or otherwise.

Anomaly three...

A loose cover for a picnic
blanket recovered from the field.

- And that's significant because...?
- We didn't find a blanket.

From the cover, I was able to ID the make

and avail myself of an
identical one. Would you mind?

The same red fibres as we
found under Kate's fingernails.

Explains the scattered picnic.

The killer removed the
blanket from the scene.

The only reason he'd do that is if
he thought it was incriminating.

Blood or DNA transfer, say.

A fourth victim would
explain these anomalies.

The void in the blood, the
hair slide, the blonde hair.

If we're missing a body,

the killer must've taken
it from the scene.

Wrapped up in the blanket, maybe.

OK, give me everything you've got

and we'll trawl missing persons again.

Do you think the missing victim

- could tie up with the photos
on Chris' phone? - In what way?

Hidden life as a drug
dealer, hidden victim...

I don't know. I'm riffing.

OK.

Well, in the spirit of riffing, I
was thinking about those pictures.

If you're dealing drugs,
you don't document it.

You're more likely to do that...

If you're trying to
blackmail someone who is.

Now, that's a motive for murder.

Finding out where that fight
took place is a priority.

Miles said he hadn't
seen Kate in a fortnight.

He never said anything about Chris.

Oh, God, I hope Dan Blair
wakes up and starts talking.

You know what they say?

Scars look good on men.

It depends on the scar.

And the man.

You got a mouth on you.

I like it.

Amy!

Amy!

Well, thank you for today.

Now, you must tell me how
much you feel I owe you.

I don't want your money.

Just your word you'll
never contact me again.

That's a little melodramatic,
don't you think?

Your word!

OK.

You have it.

I don't want to speak ill of the dead.

If speaking the truth
amounts to the same thing,

you're legally obliged to.

Chris definitely wasn't himself lately.

- In what way?
- Every way.

Chris was our accountant since '06.
He never gave less than his all.

- That changed?
- He started turning up late.

Being unprepared for meetings.

Generally acting like
his mind was elsewhere.

The timing couldn't have been worse.

We were about to acquire a
smaller, German-based software...

Sorry, I'm not here about your merger.

I'm here about your late accountant.

Right.

I started keeping a closer eye on Chris.

Look, I was convinced
he was fixing to leave

or covertly working for a rival.

Is that too much detail?

Flashpoint came when I found
him poring over a spreadsheet

that had nothing to do with my company.

When I asked him point blank
if he was moonlighting,

he said the figures related to his
girlfriend's divorce settlement.

Was he any more specific?

Chris thought Kate's ex, Miles Blair,

was less than transparent
about his assets.

He was obsessed with proving it.

Last week, did you notice
Chris sporting some injuries?

- Mm.
- Did he offer an explanation?

He said he'd tripped while out jogging.

When, exactly, did this
conversation happen?

Er... Friday morning.

And you're certain he didn't
have the injuries on Thursday?

Positive. Why?

You said you hadn't seen Kate

since you dropped Dan off two weeks ago.

That's right.

Was that also the last time
you saw Chris Chandler?

I think I glimpsed him in the hall, yeah.

And that was the last time you saw him?

Yes.

I need you to take it right off, please.

Would you like to tell me
how you got those bruises?

I had to throw a drunk out
of my bar the other night.

He resisted.

- Any witnesses to that?
- Everyone had gone home.

Story of my life.

What about the drunk? Can we talk to him?

I wouldn't know where to find
him. He wasn't a regular.

Sorry.

Thank you.

- The bruises... Talk to me.
- Yeah, they look like grip marks.

Maybe trying to wrestle
someone to the ground.

Time-wise, could they match
up with Chris' healed bruises?

Potentially, but there's no ring mark

or anything distinct to
prove they came into contact.

Did Kate tell her sister
anything about a recent fight?

- No.
- That's weird.

Unless Kate didn't know about it.

Surely Chris would tell her
if Miles attacked him, though?

It was her 40th the next day.

Maybe he didn't want to spoil the party.

Then that leaves the window of
Thursday night and a strange burn.

Put those together and we
can still prove he's a liar.

It's mainly stuff Soco's picked
up on the path by the river.

Great. We'll start
processing this morning.

Is there something else?

Yeah.

Ten years ago,

a girl named Karen Myers was found
in the same river as Dan Blair,

just a mile upstream.

Now, just like him, she'd
been running for her life.

Your case?

One that got away.

Go on.

Karen was a medical student at London Uni.

On the last night she was seen alive,

she went to a party in
Camden with a girlfriend.

The party turned out to be a damp squib,

so they decided to get an early night.

Now, Karen's mate said they parted
company outside Stockwell Tube.

Karen never made it home?

No. The body was found the next day

in a river behind a
transport cafe on the A23.

She was strangled?

But it was the fall that killed her.

- She was pumped full of Rohypnol
and we found traces of semen. - DNA?

Water damage meant there
wasn't enough for a profile.

Who's this?

A waitress at the cafe
recalled a lorry driver

coming in that night who she didn't know.

Seemed flustered.

You never ID'd him?

No. Back then, I had a theory

that Karen was abducted by a
lorry driver on or near the A23

on her way back to her halls in Stockwell.

He drove her out of the
city, drugged and raped her,

then she escaped at the cafe,
maybe while he was inside.

- Before falling to her
death in the dark? - Mm.

Did you tell Butcher about this?

I mentioned it, yeah.

She didn't press me for details.

Look, er...

.. I'm retiring in a month.

Maybe I'm looking for a
connection that doesn't exist.

We'll take a look.

Well, that's what you want, isn't it?

Yeah.

It is.

Thank you.

I'll see you out.

OK... Out with it.

I know her.

- Who, Karen Myers?
- No, her friend.

The one she said goodbye to at
Stockwell Tube -- Amy Coulter.

She did a placement here at the
Lyell about five years ago.

- So, well after her
friend was murdered? - Yes.

- But she never mentioned it.
- How well did you get to know her?

We went out a few times.

More than a few times.

She was fun. Made me feel 24 again.

Not that I was ever in her
league in the partying stakes.

Well, I don't believe that for a
minute. What happened, lose touch?

Couldn't hack the pace.

Nikki!

Amy!

- Great to see you.
- Yeah, you, too.

You've done so well.

- I'm not surprised.
- Thank you.

- And how are you?
- Yeah, good.

All the same.

So what brings you here?

Your friend. Karen Myers.

How do you know about Karen?

Her name's come up in a
case that I'm working on.

You were the last person
that saw her alive.

Well, last but one.

And what do you want to know?

Well, I've read the file but, I
guess, for want of a better word,

some background might be useful.

Sorry...

Er, listen. I can't really
talk about this right now.

OK. When might be good?

I get off shift in a couple
of hours. I can call you.

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Great, thanks.

Right, the bullet recovered
from Chris Chandler

allowed us to ID the gun.

A model of Heckler & Koch, semi-automatic.

Discontinued five years ago.

- Heavy-duty weapon.
- Big time.

If it was a hit, the
killer could be ex-Army.

A batch of the exact same H&Ks
went missing nine years ago

en route from Redhill Barracks
to a deactivation unit in Devon.

Excuse me.

Clarissa.

I've spun through Chris
Chandler's internet history

and found multiple searches

for the Cave Bar in Mile End.

Well, maybe he was scouting
for his Kate's 40th?

Maybe. But it's the
other side of London and,

frankly, looks more like the kind
of place you'd have your 21st.

Well, 40's the new 30, kid.

Yeah. I don't think anyone
under 40 got that memo.

So I've scaled up some images for the Cave

and it has a small outside bar area,

notable only for its
proliferation of gas heaters.

What do you think?

We're in the right place.

Some singed fibres in the holes.

If we get a match on the fibres
in Chris Chandler's clothes...

Have a look at this.

Window looks familiar.

And the striped curtain.

The, er, bone fragment you
pulled out of Dan's arm...

Very interesting.

Interesting how?

In a word...

acne.

Chris Chandler was on to you.

He thought you were lying about
your assets and he was dead right.

You part-own the Cave Bar in Mile End

that you paid for in
cash in 2012, correct?

- Yeah. - And why did you not
disclose that property in your assets?

- Kate was getting enough out of me.
- That's not the only reason, is it?

The back window of your property

is identifiable as the
window in these pictures,

recovered from Chris Chandler's phone.

OK.

I cut up a bit of coke once in a while.

Doesn't make me Pablo Escobar.

You weren't quite so relaxed
when Chris found you, were you?

We also recovered charred
fibres from a heater in your bar

that match a shirt we
found in Chris' house.

As you can see, the size and
shape of the heater's grille

matches a distinctive burn on his back.

A burn he sustained not more
than three days before he died.

But you told us you hadn't
seen Chris in a fortnight.

The funny thing is,
Chris didn't tell anyone.

Not the police, not Kate.

Which makes me think,
once the fight was over...

.. you and he came to an agreement.

He had you over a barrel.

So I'm guessing his demands
were pretty unreasonable.

It would really be in your
interest to answer my questions.

He wanted me to drop all claim over Dan,

give Kate sole custody.

Did you agree to that?

Yeah.

- And were you happy about it?
- Well, what do you think?

I love my son.

Which is why your theory that
I'd hurt him is such bullshit!

But you didn't plan to hurt him, Miles.

You didn't even think he was
going to be there, did you?

You thought he was at football camp.

You do love your son.

No way were you going to let
Chris Chandler take your son...

.. as well as your wife.

He did not take my wife!

OK...

OK.

I know how bad this looks.

I should have come clean.

But I was scared.

I'm sure you were.

But before you were
scared, you were angry.

No.

I think, after one too many,

- you did a stupid thing.
- I had nothing to do with those shootings!

You made a call, handed over some cash

and set a chain in motion
you were powerless to stop,

- once you'd sobered up.
- I would never hurt Kate.

- I would never hurt Dan.
- What about Chris?

Was he the target?

Was he the only one who
was supposed to die?

You're not listening to me!

No, I'm listening to the evidence.

Unlike you, it doesn't lie!

Perfect timing.

Results are back on the
shard of foreign bone

recovered from the back of Dan's forearm.

Well, whoever it belongs
to once took tetracycline,

a polyketide antibiotic
used to treat acne.

The side effect is it
turns the bone yellow.

None of our three identified
victims had that colouring.

No, DNA confirms this.

Also tells us the bone came from a female.

Which fits with the jewelled
hair slide and dyed blonde hair

and a twist of turquoise silk

caught in one of the
bullets found in the car.

So why's no-one reported
a fourth victim missing?

We can't know that until
we find out who she is.

DNA didn't tell you?

No match.

The answer could be in those woods.

Leaves trapped in her hair slide

suggest our mystery
blonde passed by or under

a conifer tree at speed.

Speed suggests chased.

But I've been through every shot of
the crime scene, pixel by pixel...

No conifers.

Find the tree...

find the girl.

Should we notify Butcher?

Always better to ask
forgiveness than permission.

So says the man who's about to retire!

I left her a voicemail.

So far, she hasn't called me back.

This is where we found Karen.

Amy...

Thank you.

'38-year-old Kate Blair

'and 40-year-old Chris
Chandler from Streatham

'were found dead in their car near
the River Malt by local fishermen.

'Although police have
not confirmed details,

'our understanding is
that a 12-year-old boy

'was found unconscious near the car

'and is being treated
at Kingston Hospital.

'Police have sealed off a
mile-long stretch of the River Malt

'and it's surrounding area
for forensic examination.

'Detective Chief Inspector Sally Butcher

'said they were appealing for witnesses.'

Either of you own a dog?

I do. Yorkshire terrier.

And I know every blade
of grass in my local park.

- We need a local with a dog.
- Yeah.

And I know where to find one.

Bellemeade Farm.

See you in a bit.

Claudia Baxter's ID is crucial.

I really only glimpsed him.

Take your time, Claudia.

Well?

Ma'am...

Dan Blair, the boy, he didn't make it.

Miles Blair, you are
charged under common law

that you murdered Kate Blair

and Chris Chandler

and your son Daniel Blair.

Oh, Jesus...

Conifers!

At last.

Hallelujah.

Jack...

Look...

The other half.

The hair comb broke off.

Looks like she forced her
way between the branches...

.. and maybe fell here.

And left us a trail in the process.

I think this was made by a bullet.

Glanced the tree,

suggesting the shooter was over there

and she was running away

towards the picnic.

He shot at her first.

Meaning the family were
just collateral damage --

wrong place, wrong time.

We've been looking down the
wrong end of the telescope.

Help me! Help me!

Help me! Oh, my God!

Help me!

Argh!

Help me!

Oh, my God!

Help me!

You've killed a cop.

Which means your life, from hereon in,

will either be miserable or intolerable.

Go! Go! Go!

We're looking for a
colleague -- DS Guillam.

He was heading up here to speak to you.

I'm sorry, I left the house first thing.

Facial bruising suggesting an attack

that happened very close to death.

What did they do to her at that farm?

If you conjure up a whole new
account of what happened to Karen,

who's to say they'll believe you?

You're trespassing on private
property. You need to leave.

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silentium. ♪