Episode 2

♪ ♪ JUDITH: It's my neighbor.

(gun fires) I think someone's just shot him.

♪ ♪ Mrs. Potts, I can't have you interfering.

JUDITH: Perhaps Stefan argued with someone.

ANTONIA: Elliot Howard from the Marlow Auction House.

JUDITH: Where were you yesterday at 6:30?

ELLIOT: I was at choir practice.

I'm the vicar's wife, and he was definitely here.

SUZIE: Iqbal!

(gasps) There's been another shooting in Marlow.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpering) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (helicopter rotor whirring) MAN (on police radio): ...nine nine, over Marlow High Street, northwest bound.

Approaching A4155.

E.T.A.

two minutes.

BRENDAN: Can I get you something to drink?

A hot tea or something like that?

Yeah?

Sweet one.

(rotors whirring, people talking on radios) (device whirring, beeps) Hold on-- one here.

(camera turns on, shutter clicks) ♪ ♪ Bag it.

(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... (voice trembling): That's when...

I'm so sorry.

(crying) Was there anything else you saw that seemed different or out of the ordinary?

No.

TANIKA: Nothing comes to mind?

No.

(Luna whimpering) Poor Luna.

This is so bad for her.

Can I take her home with me, please?

Sorry, um, Sarge, DCI wants a word.

TANIKA: Sure.

That would actually be a great help.

Thank you.

(crying) Hello.

Sorry to interrupt.

Judith Potts.

Suzie Harris.

BRENDAN: Um, would now be a good time to finish taking your witness statement?

No, it would not.

Miss 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?

(cries softly, sniffles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (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.

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.

(tea pouring) (chuckling): Lots.

(sets down sugar bowl) (chuckles) 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.

(chuckles) 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.

(chuckles) Anyway, uh...

Thanks for your help-- 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?

Hm.

She belonged to Iqbal's neighbor, Ezra, really nice guy.

When Ezra died, Iqbal took her in.

No questions asked.

That's the sort of bloke he was.

Eh?

Why are you asking?

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

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.

MAN: Cheers, see you.

Bye.

MAN: Thank you.

Thank you.

ANCHOR (in video): Good evening-- breaking news from Marlow-- we're now going over live to the Buckinghamshire Police press briefing.

TANIKA (in video): I can confirm a man in his late 40s 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 5:00 and 6:00 a.m., please contact the Buckinghamshire Constabulary.

Thank you.

MAN: Is this linked to the murder of Stefan Dunwoody?

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

(video stops) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (pencil scratching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) (birds chirping and cooing) (sighs) SUZIE: I've got it.

(doorbell rings) Hi.

Oh, hello.

I'm Becks Starling.

Mm-hmm.

The vicar's wife.

Suzie Harris.

Yum-yum.

(both chuckle) Wow.

Yeah.

(door opens) Oh.

You came.

(chuckles) Both of you.

You'd better come in.

Thank you.

(Becks chuckles) BECKS: I baked a cake.

JUDITH: Oh, that's very kind of you.

BECKS: It's nothing, really.

I had some spare lemons.

JUDITH: Well, thank you.

BECKS: You're not vegan are you?

There's butter in it.

JUDITH: No, the more butter, the better.

BECKS: Or a celiac?

It's made with flour.

No.

This place is something else.

JUDITH: Um, 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.

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.

BECKS: Guilty as charged.

JUDITH: 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.

♪ ♪ SUZIE: Where did you get this?

This is ten years old!

Mmm.

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.

(laughs) Thank you again.

What are you looking so happy about?

Oh, I had the best news.

The best.

What?

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

Soon though, soon.

SUZIE (chuckling): Okay.

All right, all right-- come on, girl.

IQBAL: Thank you-- bye.

But a few weeks later, I asked him about it, shut me down.

SUZIE: 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 body.

That's very interesting, thank you.

And how about you, Mrs. Starling?

BECKS: 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.

BECKS: ...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.

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's with Elliot's father, not with Elliot.

SUZIE: 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.

Mmm.

JUDITH: 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 from auction houses?

BECKS: 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.

(radio squawking, officers chuckling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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.

JASON: Yep, got it.

TANIKA: Thanks-- so what links have we found between our two victims?

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

Uh, 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... (chuckles) 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?

BRENDAN: 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?

JASON (blows out): 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.

And we've not found anyone who heard or saw anything between 5:00 and 6:00 a.m., when Mr. Kassam was murdered.

Okay, how about the medallion?

Tell me we made progress on that.

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

What else could it signify?

JASON: 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, uh, yes.

I contacted everyone within, uh, your 20-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?

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

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.

♪ ♪ Okay, team.

Our first special ops... (on phone): ...group chat.

What's he up to now?

(softly): He's still writing in his catalogue.

Maybe one of you should lure him away.

SUZIE: Oh, that should be easy.

Just need to create a diversion.

JUDITH: Oh, that's a good idea.

BECKS: Judith?

SUZIE: Oh, what've you done?

BECKS (on phone): You're a giraffe.

JUDITH: How are you going to do that?

BECKS: Judith.

BECKS: What are you doing?

JUDITH: What?

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

Oh, I must have pressed something.

(Becks chuckles) Oh, this is ridiculous-- how do I change it?

(whispering): Go to the bottom of your screen.

BECKS (on phone): Change the setting.

SUZIE (on phone): You should see a giraffe or some other animoji.

What's an animoji?

(phone chirps) I've done it again.

(Suzie shushes) This is preposterous-- how do I change it?

BECKS (on phone): Tap it, Judith-- no.

Try swiping up.

SUZIE (on phone): He's looking, he's looking, he's looking at us.

Oh, no, this is hopeless.

I'll call you back.

SUZIE (whispering): Quick, Judith.

(phone vibrating) I think I've sorted it.

(police siren chirps) The police are here.

They are?

(shop bell rings) ALICE: Hi, um, DC Hackett.

♪ ♪ Find out why.

Let's go.

DAISY: I'm not sure.

Can I help?

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, uh, I should have got back to you sooner, uh, because, uh, we did, actually, uh, last year, to a local collector.

I have the receipt right here.

(objects crash, Suzie exclaims) (moaning) ELLIOT: What on Earth are you doing?

Elliot!

ALICE: Are you okay?

Do you need... SUZIE: It's not my fault!

Look!

Uh, I'm, I'm a police officer-- are you okay?

Are you hurt?

(Suzie murmuring) (shutter clicks) I think it might be... Yeah, I think I'm all right.

But you need to be more careful where you put those things.

Excuse me.

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.

Oh, 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?

Up top.

(chuckling): Yes.

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.

(chuckles) I think we can do better than that.

♪ ♪ (snoring lightly) (doorbell rings) 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?

Thank you.

BECKS: Thanks.

CHRIS: Do take a seat.

Oh.

I thought you collected World War II memorabilia.

Who told you that?

I've a collection myself.

CHRIS: 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.

JUDITH: As an archaeologist, I've always thought it a travesty that society says some artifacts can be displayed and others can't.

To my mind, all history is equally valid.

Hard agree.

May I see your collection?

(door opens) ("Inbrunst im Herzen" from "Tannhäuser" playing) ♪ Da sah ich ihn, durch den sich Gott verkündigt ♪ ♪ Vor ihm all Volk im Staub sich niederliess ♪ You like it?

(chuckle uneasily) What a fascinating collection.

You are quite the connoisseur.

CHRIS: Thank you.

Even the grenades.

No one's ever matched the Germans for engineering.

(rifle charges) Is this legal?

Depends what jurisdiction you're in.

Well, I think it's... (aria fades) ...fascinating.

(chuckles) 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.

(cabinet door opens) ♪ ♪ No.

Someone's stolen it!

OFFICER: Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Nobody move!

Don't move!

Stay where you are!

(police shouting) Show me your hands!

♪ ♪ It's not as bad as it looks.

CHRIS: 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, Miss 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'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.

Aw.

Mmm.

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.

Well, 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 obstruction.

Okay?

Okay.

(cell phone ringing) Oh, God!

The bishop of Worcester!

♪ ♪ So, what have you ladies been up to today?

(church bell tolling) What a pleasure.

Thank you.

Hello, welcome, come in.

Can I take these from you?

SUZIE: Look at her, eh?

She's like an angelic Rottweiler.

She's good.

She is.

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?

JUDITH: Put people you don't know so at ease.

Well, 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.

(whispering): We're not going to stop investigating, are we?

No way.

Not on your nelly.

"Not on your nelly?"

What?

(laughs) ♪ ♪ (kids laughing in distance) DANNY (in distance): Gather round.

Let's get all your life jackets on.

Well, we are going to try and stay out of the water today.

(chuckling): Okay?

Right, take this-- great, look okay?

All right, let's have a look.

Let's just do this a bit tighter.

Yep.

Angus, you all set?

Good man, see you in a minute.

That's kids' club ready.

Liz?

You okay?

Yeah, course I'm okay.

Why wouldn't I be?

(birds chirping) 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.

(device beeps) She also wanted to know where I was when that taxi driver was killed.

Yeah, she asked me the same thing.

It was 6:00 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'll hear from the police, then.

♪ ♪ (house door opens) (footsteps sounding downstairs) (case clattering on floor) Oh, hey, you're up.

Can't sleep-- how was your gig?

Uh, 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.

You always get your man, huh?

Our shooter could be a woman.

Oh, there's a whites wash that needs putting on, and Shanti's got to take in two pounds for a charity cake sale.

Yeah, got it.

Uh, good morning.

(chuckles): Morning.

You'll catch your killer.

(church bells ringing) 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.

♪ ♪ Grant this through Christ our Lord, amen.

ALL: Amen.

(organ playing softly) (sighs) For Iqbal?

He meant a lot to you.

(organ continues) 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.

(chuckles) She left school this summer.

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.

JUDITH: 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.

(talking softly) Colin will need me for the wake.

Vicar's wife.

Of course.

Knock 'em dead, girl!

Oh, well, maybe not that.

JUDITH: Uh, Mrs. Howard.

Might I have a word?

Why?

(softly): Hi.

I believe it was you who threw that brick through my window.

You shouldn't have signed the book of condolence.

(whispers): Not here.

No.

(Daisy exhales) 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.

(chuckles): He hated him.

He did?

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.

He's a good painter.

But when his dad died, he didn't leave the painting to Elliot, he left it to Stefan.

Mm, 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.

♪ ♪ 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 U.K. Till you got left a house on the Thames worth millions.

(all chuckle) 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 shatters in distance) (alarm blaring in distance) BECKS: What's that?

SUZIE: Where's it coming from?

(alarm stops) ♪ ♪ JUDITH: 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!

(stammering): I'm not sure you should... ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Who's there?

(switch clicks) I'm making a citizen's arrest!

No... (flashlight hits, Judith gasps) (sirens blaring) (car door slams) TANIKA: Police!

SUZIE: Hello!

BECKS: Judith?

TANIKA: Mrs. Potts?

(all calling for Judith) TANIKA: Oh, my... Mrs. Potts, are you in here?

She's in here!

Mrs. Potts?

Are you okay?

(others exclaiming) I'll be fine.

And it's Judith.

BECKS: You could've been killed!

What on Earth were you thinking?

(winces) SUZIE: Did you see who it was?

No, it was too dark.

Then did you see what they were doing?

She's bleeding.

No, they were up there, that's all I know.

Come here.

Ow!

Oh, oh, my God!

All right, come on, let's get you up.

Easy.

JUDITH: Yeah.

TANIKA: Easy.

SUZIE: Take your time.

Steady now.

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

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.

SUZIE: So?

BECKS: 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... Hm.

Somewhere.

♪ ♪ BECKS: There it is, look.

Yes, the dust on the wall fits it perfectly.

So what was here?

A painting by Stanley Spencer.

TANIKA: 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 gonna get it?

You're in danger.

The killer's already struck twice.

If you get in the way, do you think this person's gonna stop at killing any of you?

I'm staying at yours tonight.

Yeah, me, too.

No, I'll be all right, thank you.

You asked about my ring.

My husband was not a good man.

But I survived him.

And I'll survive this.

(talking in background) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (insects chirping) Judith... Hm?

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?

Please?

Last Tuesday?

(kisses) Love you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SUZIE: Also, the police asked me about some sort of medallion.

♪ ♪ OLD TOM: Morning, Mrs. Potts!

YOUNG TOM: Hello, Mrs. Potts!

Morning, Old Tom!

Young Tom!

There she goes.

Regular as clockwork.

(opener beeps) Haven't seen her, mate-- I'm sorry.

I'll come back to you.

All right, ta.

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.

DS Malik?

There's a Judith Potts in reception to see you.

She says... (softly): 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.

♪ ♪ (opener 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.

BRENDAN: Uh... What about Chris Bott?

ALICE: 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, 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... BRENDAN: They're 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 are literally the police, and we've just been broken into!

JUDITH: Well, 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.

(chuckling): That's not possible, love.

I think you'll find it is.

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

♪ ♪ JUDITH: 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.

JUDITH: Everything... (water splashes) ...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.

JUDITH: "And here abideth faith, hope, and charity.

"All three.

But the greatest of these is charity."

1 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.

(click) ♪ ♪ TANIKA: I decided to hire them as advisers.

JUDITH: Judith Potts, reporting for duty.

SUZIE: Liz Curtis was at Stefan's funeral?

That woman is a killer!

Are you at the rowing center?

Sorry, the reception's very bad, you're breaking up.

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