♪ ♪ TANIKA: A man with no identity is stabbed.

BRENDAN: Are you three telepathic or something?

TANIKA: You can't be here-- this is a live crime scene.

SUZIE: You don't think she would stoop to murder?

JUDITH: What do we know about the victim?

Judith, do you mind?

What do we know about the victim?

TANIKA: Four witnesses to the crime, they all heard and saw nothing.

One of them's lying.

Where will it end?

JUDITH: I suggest we make ourselves useful.

Come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (excavator rumbling) ♪ ♪ (signal beeping) (signal stops, engine humming) ♪ ♪ (signal beeping) DEAN: I'd have done that for you, babe.

Well, it should've brought in last night.

It'll need rewashing now.

Don't worry, it's only a few towels.

Oh, that racket!

She's not supposed to start before 9:00.

Okay, don't stress-- we all know what she's up to.

Well, it's not going to work.

(engine humming, machinery clattering) Maybe it's time to listen to Grace's offer.

Look at what it's doing to you.

I don't care!

Yeah, well, I do.

You mean more to me than bricks and mortar.

This is our home, Dean!

And moving would solve all of our problems.

No!

It might solve everything for us.

KERRY: We can't let Caroline and Phil down like that!

DEAN: I don't trust Phil anymore, Kerry, and you shouldn't, either.

KERRY: Oh, you're being completely and utterly ridiculous.

(sighs) Just leave it, Dean.

(sighs) (controls beeping) EVIE (on computer): Thanks, Mum, but I don't feel it.

There's trouble at the mill, I'm telling you.

And I keep thinking I'm about to go into labor.

CAROLINE: Mm, it sounds like the Braxton Hicks, darling.

Braxton Hicks?

Who does he play for?

(Evie groans) It wasn't funny the first time, Dad.

CAROLINE: You've got a few weeks to go yet.

The first ones tend to be late anyway.

According to this baby podcast I've been following.

You subscribe to a baby podcast?

Oh, Dad!

Anything for my Evie.

Look who I found hiding in the loft.

EVIE: Humphrey!

No way!

Mm.

I stitched his eye back on.

It's perfect-- thanks, Mum.

What do you think?

"Cease and desist"?

What's this for?

Next door's wheelie bins.

They can consider themselves served.

EVIE: You're going legal?

I'm sick of them dumping their rubbish in our bins.

Are you're sure that's what they're doing?

And the rest!

(signal beeping) ♪ ♪ (big band music playing in distance) SUZIE: Oh, thank you so much for the invitation.

I'd be delighted to join you on your yacht for cocktails.

Shall we say 8:00?

(Becks laughing) I prefer a gin and fizz.

(chuckles) BECKS: No, I'm going to be busy at the opera.

Mm!

(laughs) Well, that's another one sorted.

Don't you want to hang on to a few pieces?

Do not give her the option.

A clear-out's a clear-out.

Suzie's right.

And while we're here, we could shift your great-aunt's newspapers-- just say the word.

BECKS: Might have to hire a lorry.

A fleet of lorries, more like.

JUDITH: Oh, stop it, the pair of you.

The mink can go, the newspapers stay.

(exclaims): Has your great-aunt always been so glamorous?

JUDITH: Well, she used to be, and then she changed.

But I never knew why.

(gasps): Oh!

Oh... Aunt Jess.

I'm so sorry.

How clumsy of me.

Here.

SUZIE: Oh, nice.

Ooh!

Oops!

♪ ♪ BECKS: How's Zeta getting on at uni?

(glass clanking) SUZIE: Loving it.

She said things have calmed down a bit since Freshers' Week.

What did she get up to?

I didn't ask.

(both laugh) JUDITH: Look at this.

Who's that?

I have no idea.

Aunt Jess never married, never had a boyfriend.

She told me she was proudly single her whole life.

♪ ♪ (bottles clanking) Phil?

Dean?

You go first.

No, no.

After you.

(exhales): For heaven's sake!

Honestly.

The two of you are just behaving... (gasps) PHIL: Caroline?

(exhales) ♪ ♪ Aw, he was with her all these years.

Not years.

Decades.

You dark horse, Great-Aunt Jess.

BECKS: Judith, you have to find out who he is.

(sirens wailing in distance) (sirens approaching) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sirens chirping, radios squawking) (people talking in background) Guys, step to the side for me, please.

(siren blaring) (siren stops) (engine stops) What've we got?

A stabbing.

Male, appears to be in his 30s.

Name?

Hasn't got any I.D.

on him.

No phone, no wallet, no keys.

Not even a receipt from a coffee shop.

Pockets are clean.

Murder weapon?

BRENDAN: Uh, there was nothing found at the body, but the pathologist believes the victim suffered a penetrating wound to the right kidney.

Blade would've been about an inch wide.

Death would've been fast.

Possibly even within seconds, with the internal bleeding.

Do we have a time of death?

(sighs): She thinks within the last three hours.

Any signs of a struggle?

Not that she could see, no.

Anything else?

Oh, yeah, just one thing.

There's pollen on his trousers.

Could be something, could be nothing.

I want the whole close searched-- storm drains, gutters, bins.

And tell the team to look out for the victim's I.D.?

Uh-huh.

Killer might've dumped it.

Got it.

Where are we up to?

ALICE: Only two houses in the close are occupied.

We've been talking to the four witnesses who found the victim just after 8:00 a.m. Names?

So at 22 Linnet Close, there's Kerry and Dean Butler.

(door closes) Both in bed until 8:00 a.m.

Didn't hear or see anything before that.

It's the same story with Caroline and Phil Wingrove at number 24.

The first time they knew something was wrong was when they saw the body.

BRENDAN: Oh, come on.

JASON: They all say they've never seen him before.

Well, maybe it's an act for our benefit.

(exhales): That's a bit risky, isn't it?

I mean, killing someone and then leaving them on your own doorstep.

Well, despite what some people might think, criminals aren't very smart.

That's why they end up in jail.

I'll tell you this much-- he had money.

Suit's worth at least a grand.

A grand?

If I had spare cash to flash, I wouldn't waste it on clobber.

Yeah, we can tell.

(exhales): A peaceful weekend away.

Nobody getting on my nerves.

Now, that's worth a grand.

Any more updates?

Three more posts, all saying the same thing, "Police have locked down Linnet Close."

God bless Facebook community groups.

Oh, hold on-- there's a new post.

JUDITH: What does it say?

BECKS: Oh, someone called Graham says he's got some pallets for sale.

What is it with people always trying to sell pallets?

♪ ♪ Okay, I, I've seen Tanika.

We need to get inside the cordon.

Mm.

There's a little path through the woods, round the back.

Yeah, dog walkers know all the best shortcuts.

(people talking on radio) TANIKA: I'm with you.

I don't buy it.

How do you mean?

A man with no identity is stabbed first thing in the morning in a suburban close.

The only four witnesses to the crime are right next door to the murder, and yet they all heard and saw nothing.

And they all claim they've never seen the victim before.

Exactly-- one of them's lying.

Mm.

Or all of them.

And why have these two houses stuck it out when the whole estate is up for development?

SUZIE: Maybe they're holding out for a better deal.

JUDITH: Hello, Tanika.

BRENDAN: I don't believe it.

Are, are you three telepathic or something?

And a good morning to you, Brendan.

SUZIE: Yeah, I remember when these houses were bought up.

About five years ago now?

(chuckling): It was all over the papers.

Now, what was the name of that developer?

Grace, Grace, uh, oh, somebody or other.

TANIKA: Okay, thanks, but you can't be here.

This is a live crime scene.

We've not even identified the victim yet.

Really?

BRENDAN: He didn't have any I.D.

on him.

Interesting, hm.

BRENDAN: Oh, here we go.

I suppose you can tell us who he is?

As a matter of fact, I think I can.

(camera shutter clicking) JUDITH: I couldn't help noticing that our friend here is wearing rather an expensive suit.

Yeah, that's what Jason said.

Oh, and the stitching on his shoes suggests they're handmade.

Oh, how very gratifying.

(shutter clicks) I suggest you call George Withers and ask for the details of client 1479.

Hm.

Thank you, Judith.

How are you?

Well, apart from standing next to a dead body, I'm good, thanks.

And Shamil?

Oh, God, he's so excited.

It's the parents' assembly this week, and Shanti's opening it with a poem.

(Becks chuckles) Well done, Shanti.

Did she write it herself?

She did.

This particular masterpiece is called "The Hedgehog."

Wait, what actually rhymes with "hedgehog"?

So, the company says the shoes belong to a man named Louis Oldham, from Maidenhead.

They're just getting up his details now.

Well done, Mrs. Potts.

Oh, come on, Brendan.

It's Judith.

Well done.

Judith.

No, no, that doesn't work.

Hello?

Yes, yes...

Okay, I can hire you as civilian advisers.

When I get back to the station, I can sort you out with accreditation, lanyards... You came prepared.

And, by the way, the pollen on his trousers... We're on it-- samples are going to the lab.

It's ragweed.

It gets everywhere when I'm out walking the dogs.

There's loads of it in the woods out there.

I'll tell Alice and Jason to search the woods.

Mm.

Thanks.

Well.

As Tanika's so busy, I suggest we make ourselves useful.

Come on.

(people talking in background) You see?

BECKS: Hm.

We've already told the cops everything we know.

We was in bed till 8:00 and we've nothing more to add-- now, if you don't mind... Oh.

Shall we try next door?

Nah.

I don't think any of them are going to want to chat to a bunch of civilian advisers, mm-mm.

Then how about they don't talk to them?

I'm still the vicar's wife.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (door closes) CAROLINE: Do you want to come through?

BECKS: So lovely to put a name to the face, Mrs. Wingrove.

I recognize you from church.

Oh, yes.

(Becks chuckles) Our Evie got married at All Saints.

Oh!

The vicar did a perfect sermon-- not too long or boring, not too many bad jokes.

BECKS: Mm.

CAROLINE: They had to leave something for the father of the bride-to-be.

PHIL: Walked into that one, didn't I?

(sighs): What a beautiful home.

Yeah, nice lady with the, uh, wings.

PHIL: Ah, when we bought the house, we got a local carpenter to make the staircase and a few other pieces out of reclaimed boat wood.

Like our coffee table.

(chuckles) Why don't you take a look?

JUDITH: Oh, excuse me?

Could I use your loo?

Uh, yes, it's by the front door.

Thank you.

PHIL: It's how Caroline and I met, through the Bourne End Sailing Club-- please.

Wow.

BECKS: It's a boat!

And a coffee table.

CAROLINE: The house felt so impersonal when we moved in, we wanted to make it feel like a proper home.

SUZIE (sighs): All the love you've poured into this place, the memories.

It's no wonder you don't want to leave.

It's been a tough few years.

A home's not just bricks and mortar.

PHIL: Something Grace Wellingborough doesn't understand.

She talks about community, and then destroys perfectly good homes.

I'll bet she's used every trick in the book to force you out.

She tried.

The woman is desperate.

You don't think she would stoop to murder?

CAROLINE: No, of course not.

Well, I don't think so.

And how are your neighbors feeling about all this?

Something's going on, judging by the way they were sniping this morning.

Phil-- you sound like an old gossip.

They weren't exactly keeping their voices down.

BECKS: What time was that?

About half-seven, quarter to eight.

BECKS: A development like this puts everyone under a lot of strain.

Well, Kerry and I still get on-- we always have.

We're holding out against Grace together.

How about I make us all a nice pot of tea?

♪ ♪ (objects shifting) What are you doing in here?

(drawer closes) Oh, sorry.

I got drawn in.

Your daughter's so beautiful.

CAROLINE: Mm.

Inside and out.

We got very lucky.

(chuckles) And where is she now?

In the Dordogne.

She met a lovely Frenchman called Jean-Claude.

(chuckles) And they're expecting their first baby in a few weeks.

Congratulations!

I couldn't help noticing you're packing up.

PHIL: Not really.

More of a root-and-branch clear-out, so we're ready for a visit from our new grandson.

It's amazing how much rubbish you accumulate over 30 years.

(chuckles) He's going to spoil that baby rotten.

He's already planning a nursery and a playroom.

I'm surprised you're not going over to France.

Spend a few weeks with Evie?

We hope to, eventually.

Well, it's been an eventful morning.

We could really do with some space.

Oh, of course.

SUZIE: Thank you.

♪ ♪ JUDITH: I get the distinct impression they're moving out.

Mm.

Yeah, despite all that flannel about nurseries and, and playrooms.

BECKS (whispering): There must be a way of finding out for certain.

(whispering): How about the developer, Grace Wellingborough?

She'll know.

(people talking in background) (police radios running) (people talking in background) (camera shutter clicking) What, now?

Well, no time like the present.

I know exactly where her office is.

It's behind the woods, the other side of the close.

Actually, I've got to run.

I've got an appointment-- it's too late to cancel.

What?

What appointment?

Uh, it's parish stuff.

Duties-- it's a task thing, and it's important.

Sorry.

No, don't worry.

We'll fill you in if we discover anything interesting.

How curious.

Very.

Come on.

(talking in background) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background, on radios) ♪ ♪ (excavator rumbling) If you're press, my thoughts and prayers are with the victim's families.

Other than that, no comment.

Uh, no, we're working with the police.

We're looking for the owner of this site.

You're looking at her-- Grace Wellingborough.

SUZIE: You've had a tough few years.

It must be a pain, not being able to get your hands on those last two houses.

All good things come to those who wait.

A maxim to live by.

Although it's only one house now, isn't it?

Phil and Caroline Wingrove have sold.

(excavator stops) Who told you that?

Well, they did, in a roundabout way.

Finally!

They asked me to keep quiet 'cause of Kerry and Dean.

Find the right time to tell them that they're moving to France.

But now, now they'll sell up.

And what if they don't?

I'll make sure of it.

There's nothing like a dirty great digger in the back of your garden to concentrate the mind.

All that dirt and noise.

SUZIE: Doesn't it bother you?

Driving people out of their homes?

Driving people out of their homes?

Please.

They get above-market rates.

Most of the other houses, they couldn't take the money fast enough.

When you put it like that... GRACE: This whole development's going to be carbon-neutral, the apex of Future Marlow.

There'll be solar panels, proper, proper insulation, heat pumps.

I'm not just throwing houses up, I'm building a vision.

Very impressive.

Have you got, like, one of them fancy models of how it's going to look?

Actually, I do.

It's in my office.

I'd love to see it.

(chuckles) After you.

Oh, I, I have a question, too.

The digger.

Do you really control it from that box?

You don't have to be a burly builder to work on a building site these days.

Could you show me how it works?

I'll be one minute.

Oh, okay.

You want to think of this box as the center of the whole operation.

So this lever here, this is the arm control-- raise, lower-- and then this one to dig and release.

♪ ♪ Huh-- cute.

(sniffing) (flies buzzing) (blows out) To the left.

This one?

(excavator whirring) Yeah.

Okay, yep.

Yeah, like that.

(chuckles) Yeah.

♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ Ooh.

(murmuring) (excavator whirring) (excavator stops) That's good.

(excavator whirring) Oh, extraordinary!

And what does this one do?

Just wait, wait there, will you?

(switch clicks, controls beeping rapidly) Ooh, oh, no.

Um... ♪ ♪ (controls beep) Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Um... (controls beeping rapidly) (murmuring) Grace!

♪ ♪ (calling): It seems to have a mind of its own!

Help?

Someone?

What are you up to?

No, I was, um... JUDITH: Grace!

(stammering): The, um... Don't worry about me!

Look!

(murmuring) ♪ ♪ (whimpering): Oh, God, Judith!

♪ ♪ GRACE: Press the red button!

Lever on the left!

Oh, no!

(shouts) (excavator collides, stops) I couldn't stop it!

(exhales) Too close for comfort!

(softly): Oh, God.

Give!

I'm so terribly sorry.

Must've pressed the wrong button.

That's why I do all the driving.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ALICE: Have you found some ragweed?

Yeah, looks like it.

Yeah, let's, let's start here.

Just be careful.

Yeah.

(radio running in background) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) Alice!

I've found his wallet!

Yeah?

Looks like the killer dumped Louis' stuff.

Really?

And we've got ragweed.

And you see those branches?

The way they've been snapped off?

And how the ground's all flattened?

Louis Oldham was killed here, and then his body was moved to the close.

I'll call it in.

Any more thoughts on your great-aunt's mystery boyfriend?

We don't really know he was her boyfriend.

He was her boyfriend.

All her old letters are in that bureau.

I'll have a dig around when I get a moment.

See what I can find.

Hi, ladies.

JUDITH: Oh.

There you are.

Yes, here I am.

Did you get your, what was it, "thing" done?

I did-- how did you get on with the property developer?

We got everything we needed.

Suzie was so clever.

(Suzie chuckles) Grace Wellingborough is behind in all sorts of payments to the bank.

BECKS: Oh, she's in debt?

SUZIE: Mm, hanging by a thread.

These kind of developments have huge upfront costs.

And she's had years of delays, so money must be tight.

It's simply greenwashing.

If Grace really cared about the environment, she'd retrofit those homes, instead of ripping them down.

Where did you get that?

SUZIE: Oh, that's his work website.

Louis Oldham's head of accounts for a loans company.

So, someone who fixes loans has been killed, and we've a property developer who's drowning in debt.

Got it in one.

What do you think?

Why did no one see anything, or hear anything?

I think it's one of the people in that close.

Okay, looks like we've discovered why no one in the only two occupied houses in the close heard or saw the murder this morning.

Our victim was killed in the woods.

And then what?

His body was moved to the close?

JUDITH: How fascinating!

No!

DS Malik has hired us as civilian advisers.

Again.

JUDITH: Oh, don't worry, you carry on.

You won't notice us.

TANIKA: Yes, if you could just stay near the back.

We'll be quiet as mice.

You won't hear so much as a peep from us.

TANIKA: So, if our victim was killed in the woods, why was his body then moved and dumped in the close?

JUDITH: Well, it's a message, isn't it?

To the last four residents on the close.

Or a warning.

Oh, it could just as easily be a warning... TANIKA: Thank you, ladies.

What else do we know about the residents?

ALICE: Well, we've got Caroline and Phil Wingrove.

She's a retired magistrate.

He's the clerk of Marlow Town Council.

Next door, we have Kerry and Dean Butler.

He runs a carpentry company, sole trader, and she's a nurse in a care home.

I've run all their names and there's no flags on any of them.

JASON: I've been going through Dean Butler's financials.

He's taken out three personal loans in the last six months.

He's up to date with payments, but it looks like his business is struggling.

BECKS: Um, it also looks like Dean and Kerry lied about their movements this morning.

Dean said they didn't wake up until 8:00 a.m., but Phil heard them having a stand-up row in their garden at 7:45.

Did he say what it was about?

He just said they were sniping at each other.

What do we have on the developer, Grace Wellingborough?

JASON: Well, when I spoke to her, she said she was in her office, on the phone to a supplier at the time of death.

SUZIE: Nah, I'd double-check that, Jason.

She's another one up to her eyeballs in debt.

Which is interesting, isn't it?

Grace has money problems, as does Dean, and Louis worked for a loans company.

What do we know about the victim?

Judith, do you mind?

What do we know about the victim?

ALICE: Very little.

He was single, luxury apartment in Maidenhead, but no close family, no record, and no links to Marlow.

So what was he doing here?

JASON: We've been able to pull some CCTV, build a bit of a timeline.

Hold on.

(mouse clicks) (space bar taps) ♪ ♪ There he is.

(space bar taps) He arrived in Marlow at 6:55 a.m., on the train from Maidenhead.

He's traveling alone.

BRENDAN: Mm.

And no luggage, either.

JUDITH: Well, he wasn't expecting to stay long.

We pick him up again... (mouse clicks) ...on a doorbell camera 12 minutes later, heading towards the close.

(space bar taps) Yep, he knows where he's going.

JASON: And that's it.

What time was he killed?

Uh, somewhere between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. TANIKA: So, Louis Oldham, a man with zero connection to Marlow, arrives on the train, goes straight to the woods behind Linnet Close, and then, within minutes of arriving, he's brutally murdered, and his body is dumped in front of two houses that he also doesn't have any connection to.

Yeah, but he could've just been killed by some random psycho.

JUDITH: He wasn't.

There is a connection between our victim and those four people.

His body wasn't just left to be found in the woods, it wasn't dumped somewhere else.

It was placed deliberately and with purpose in front of their houses.

Why?

Okay, let's start with Louis Oldham.

Who was he, why was he in Marlow this morning, and what links does he have to the four people in the close?

And us?

You've given us some great leads.

Lay low until I have something for you.

(people talking in background) (ringtone playing) Morning, ma'am.

I've never really thought of us as the "laying low" types.

Have you?

TANIKA: Yes, we're looking into all potential suspects now.

(birds chirping) PHIL: All right?

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (doorbell rings) (doorbell rings) What do you want now?

My husband's at work, and he's already said... We know you lied to the police.

This used to be a great place to live.

Then people started selling up.

BECKS: But you weren't tempted?

This is my home.

Why should I sell it 'cause someone wants to make a fortune?

You told officers that you woke after 8:00, but you were, in fact, in the garden arguing with your husband at a quarter to eight.

Phil.

Well, what difference does it make, anyway?

Well, it means you might have heard or witnessed the murder of Louis Oldham.

Or maybe one of you carried it out.

But we didn't.

Then why lie?

Dean said it would just be easier.

What was the argument about?

Nothing!

(sighs) Dean's starting to think we should sell up, but he knows I won't.

Was he in all morning?

Yes.

I'm sure Phil could confirm, since he's always spying on us.

(chuckles) BECKS: Caroline said you both get on.

Yeah.

(exhales) Yeah, we're close in our own way.

We, we tell each other stuff.

You know, we've known each other for 16 years or so.

SUZIE: And Phil?

Well, him and Dean used to be close, but it's all gone a bit downhill.

(Suzie clears throat) What?

BECKS (softly): Caroline and Phil are leaving.

No, that's impossible-- we had a pact.

Grace Wellingborough confirmed it.

Well, then, she's lying.

'Cause that's what she does to try to get us to fall out.

JUDITH: I'm so sorry, but they're moving to France to be with their daughter.

No.

No, she can't!

Can you go now?

JUDITH: Uh, just one last question.

Do you or your husband ever go into the woods behind the close?

Why?

BECKS: The police think that's where Mr. Oldham was killed.

And then was moved here.

But how?

BECKS: What do you mean?

Well, I'm a nurse.

Have you any idea how much a body weighs?

♪ ♪ Your husband must be very strong.

You know, all that joinery work.

Dean?

No, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

No way.

He doesn't have it in him.

You have to believe me.

Does anyone else feel the lady doth protest too much?

She's got a point about moving the body.

Oh, you don't think it can be done?

Whenever someone faints during service, they're impossible to move.

What, is that a thing?

How often do people faint?

(whispers): There's a lot of standing up.

JUDITH: Good afternoon, Mr. Wingrove.

(exhales) Good afternoon, ladies.

(chuckles) You've been playing cricket?

Didn't exactly trouble the scorers, but nice to get some fresh air.

Do you often cut through there?

Of course.

It's the quickest way to Marlow Cricket Club.

We were talking with Kerry before.

I am so sorry to hear that you and Dean have fallen out.

You think you know someone, but you never do, do you?

Mm-mm.

Back in the day, we were thick as thieves.

We'd go to the Bounty, play bar billiards, sit outside, drinking in the sunshine.

We never knew how we got home, exactly.

(chuckles) JUDITH: And what changed?

(sighs): A few months ago, Dean started causing problems with the bins.

No.

Find me two neighbors who are not in the middle of bin wars.

'Cause I know I am.

(chuckles) PHIL: What are you dealing with?

(bag drops) My neighbor puts my bins back into my gardens before they've been emptied.

Rude!

Reckons that I'm blocking the pavement, which I'm not.

I can beat that.

Dean's started dumping his rubbish in our bins.

No, that's out of order.

Gets worse.

(clears throat) Lately, he's even shoved rotting chicken carcasses in our drains.

♪ ♪ Bins, drains.

Where will it end?

BECKS: Surely you're not saying Dean's... A killer?

Course.

Why not?

He's certainly capable.

SUZIE: Did you say that you found rotting chickens in your drains?

Yes, why?

(door slams) Excuse me!

(knocking on door) Why aren't you picking up?

So when were you going to tell me you were off?

CAROLINE (softly): Kerry, hey... Ah, so the news is out.

It's for the best-- couldn't keep it a secret forever.

KERRY: Were you even going to tell us you were buggering off?

CAROLINE: Please.

Kerry, I was waiting for the right time.

So whereabouts in France are you moving to?

(Kerry shouting indistinctly) The Dordogne-- Monpazier.

(sighing): Oh, lovely.

CAROLINE: Please!

(argument continues) I, I think I'd better go and see if I can restore entente cordiale.

(chuckles) KERRY: How could you do this to me, after everything that I've done for you?

Ladies, always a pleasure, always a pleasure.

(chuckles): Au revoir.

(Kerry and Caroline talking in distance) (whispering): If we're saying the killer was strong, then I reckon you get a fair few muscles from hitting a cricket ball.

You think that Phil could have carried the body?

But don't forget what Kerry said.

It's hard to move a body.

Well, someone did.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we find out for ourselves?

BECKS: You just have to pretend to be a corpse.

Suzie, you see if you can pick him up.

Yeah.

I'd rather you didn't call me a corpse.

Sorry, Colin.

The Reverend Corpse?

Thank you.

That's more like it.

SUZIE: All right.

(claps) Let's do this!

(grunts) Hold on, let's get this over here.

If I lift you... (straining) Oh, sorry!

COLIN: I'm not that heavy, am I?

Oh, don't worry, it's because you're a deadweight.

(Becks laughs) "Deadweight" is not much better than "corpse."

Right, I have got this.

We are going, come on!

(straining) BECKS: Oh, wait, no, that's cheating!

What?

There'd have been signs on the victim's body if he'd been dragged through the woods.

Wait, so if I can get some... Could I get some purchase in this... Oh, yeah, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go!

(straining): No-- no.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (whispering): Weirdos.

SUZIE: Well, then, I give up-- it can't be done.

But that's the thing, it was done.

(Suzie exhales) We may not know how, or why, or who did it, but somebody moved the body from the woods to the close.

Do you mind if we leave it there?

There's somewhere I've got to be at 7:30.

Of course.

Can you show yourselves out?

(Colin clears throat) Where are you off to?

(keys jingling) Uh...

It's nothing, it's just an art class.

SUZIE: Oh, the one in the old auction house?

Yeah, I got that leaflet-- Chiltern Arts.

I've been doing Zumba there.

Have you?

Yeah, and Brazilian drumming.

I love it.

How marvelous.

But you've got more time, now that Zeta's away.

Yep-- yeah, every day's an adventure.

Seize the day and all that, you know, try something new.

Like an art class!

Why don't we join you?

Uh, what?

Well, the art class.

Sounds fun.

Don't you think it sounds fun?

I think it sounds like lots of fun.

I think you have to book it in advance.

What a shame.

No, no, the leaflet said that all the sessions are drop-ins.

Are they?

Well, great.

(mail slot lid clatters) COLIN: Can I get up now?

(groans) (sighs) (knocks briefly) Knock-knock.

Okay, so we've spoken to his boss.

Louis was "conscientious and reliable."

So that's hardly what we're looking for.

And there's nothing in his phone records, emails, socials that indicate any contact with the Wingroves, Butlers, or Grace Wellingborough, and no evidence that he's even ever been to Marlow before.

Yet the moment he sets foot here, he's murdered.

Mm.

Okay.

Tell the team I need a few more hours from them tonight.

There has to be a lead somewhere in his life.

I want it found.

Okay.

(exhales) (phone ringing out) BABYSITTER (on phone): Hello?

(papers shuffling) Hey, how are you doing?

BABYSITTER: Good, good, good-- still at work?

Yeah, I'm still on that major incident.

I'll need to stay late.

Can I speak to Shanti?

BABYSITTER: Yeah, she's here.

SHANTI: Mummy!

Hey, peanut.

SHANTI: How're you doing?

Aw, I'm great.

I told Judith and Suzie all about your poem.

They're very excited to find out what rhymes with hedgehog.

SHANTI: You'll see at my assembly.

(knock at door) ALICE: A witness called, saw someone matching Phil Wingrove's description chucking something in the river today.

SHANTI: Mummy?

Sorry, sweetie, I'm listening, just...

Hang on.

Contact the underwater search and rescue unit, tell them to comb the area.

That could be our murder weapon.

Got it.

Peanut, I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to go.

SHANTI: Okay-- bye, Mummy.

I love you.

(call ends) (sighs) ♪ ♪ I can't remember the last time I picked up a paintbrush.

(people talking in background) (conversations stop) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Welcome, everyone, to Still Life, Deep Waters.

I'm your tutor, Daniel.

Good evening.

WOMAN: Hi, Daniel.

SUZIE (softly): Ooh la la.

DANIEL: This week, think less about memorializing the flowers' presence.

Instead, explore the layers of symbolism and emotion.

WOMAN: Mm.

Let each stroke of your brush whisper profound truths.

(snorts, coughs) Sorry, travel sweet.

Went down the wrong way-- I'll be fine, yeah, thank you.

Yeah, okay.

Shall we begin?

(Debussy's "Clair de Lune" playing in background) (woman clears throat) (people talking in background) Any more thoughts after this morning?

BECKS: No, I'm happy.

DANIEL: No pressure.

(music continues) (exhales) (chuckles) (people talking in background) JUDITH: Shall we meet at mine tomorrow?

9:00?

We need to find a way to get Dean Butler to talk to us.

I'll be there.

Will you show me yours?

You promise you won't laugh?

Of course not.

Oh.

Well, you very definitely captured what Daniel would call "the soul of the flowers."

"The soul of the flowers," I like it!

(both laugh) Well, come on, then.

I showed you mine.

Oh, now that's clever.

(laughs): You didn't even paint the flowers.

Well, what are you talking about?

My work whispers the profound truths of the universe.

(laughing) So, Becks and Daniel.

What was that all about?

Do you think it was him she went to see this morning?

Yeah, it was him.

She wouldn't.

No, of course not.

Not Becks.

(dogs barking, people calling in background) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (children playing and laughing in distance) ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (phone buttons tapping) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (desk unlocking, lid supports sliding) Oh... Aunt Jess.

♪ ♪ Oh!

Oh, Jasper.

She kept them all.

♪ ♪ (chuckles) (lid sticking) ♪ ♪ (gasps) (whispers): Oh, my.

(inhales) ♪ ♪ (dishes clattering) You okay, love?

Yeah, fine.

What about you?

Yeah.

Don't stay up too late.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, Kerry and I still get on.

We tell each other stuff.

♪ ♪ We've nothing more to add.

You think you know someone, but you never do, do you?

After everything that I have done for you!

♪ ♪ (purring) JUDITH: Tanika?

It's Judith.

There's something we're missing about those two families.

There's something else going on in that close, beyond the murder of Louis Oldham.

I'm convinced of it.

♪ ♪ (excavator rumbling) ♪ ♪ (controls beeping) (excavator whirring) ♪ ♪ (excavator shutting down) (exhales) (click) ♪ ♪ You found another body?

JUDITH: Two boys murdered in the same spot.

Those two families have stood in the way of their whole community.

And your profit.

SUZIE: There's only five people that could've killed him.

Identify the posh bird, and the killer is revealed.

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