- [Radio] # 2-7-6 FM ♪ - [Paul] Hello, Bathonians.
The time now is 9:01, and you're listening to me,
Paul Watt, on Roman Radio 2-7-6 FM.
And it's that time again-- it's my annual Maximum Wattage,
12 hours of non-stop tunes in the company of yours truly.
And speaking of truly yours, today, Bath has got to be
the official world city of love.
Yes, we have 21 nuptials going down in 21 different venues.
So lets kick things off with "The Church of the Poisoned Mind."
[ Laughs ] What am I like? No. Course it isn't.
It's a genuine romantic hit, a solid gold wedding classic.
Take it away, ladies
♪ Don't you walk away ♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪ Don't you walk away now ♪
♪ Don't walk away, don't you walk away ♪
♪ We can always find the answer, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ I know we have so much to share so we can keep going on ♪
♪ I always thought that we should be together ♪
♪ For an eternity ♪
♪ Even though I tried real hard you still wanna leave me ♪
♪ Don't break my heart, I really love you ♪
♪ You just don't seem to care ♪
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
♪ I keep saying we need to get together and talk it all out ♪
♪ Don't walk away, don't you walk away ♪
Thank you.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪ I know we have so much to share so we can keep going on ♪
[Whispering] Are you alright?
[Whispering] Where's Mitchell?
I dunno .
- Hey. - Go on.
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- Where's Mitch? - Everything's fine .
[ Laughter and indistinct conversations ]
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[ Speaking indistinctly ]
[ Camera shutters clicking ]
[ Screams ]
[ Crowd exclaiming ]
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[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[ Crowd shouting ]
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[ Shouting continues ]
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[ Camera shutter clicking ]
[Weakly] Snake.
[ Theme music playing ]
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[ Bridal music plays ]
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[ Music distorts ]
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[ Dramatic music plays ]
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[ Cellphone chimes ]
[ Sighs ]
[Paul] The time has just gone 10:25, and love is in the air.
Everywhere I look around, I can feel it in the water.
So here's a big fat wedding shout out to Ms. Lotty Wood,
who around now over at St. Mary's
and All Angels should be in a state of post-nuptial bliss
and signing her name as Mrs. Loretta Wood-Bridges.
Have a great day, Mrs. Wood-Bridges,
and now for better or for worse,
taking us to the news,
the laughing gnome himself, Bowie, with "Modern Love."
Ma'am? Err-- Oh, are you, err-- Are you a guest here?
No. I've got my neighbour's son's wedding over at All Souls.
So this is the suspect.
He's been arrested, but he's concussed,
so you'll have to take his statement at the hospital.
This is the suspect's family, also close to the victim,
but we can get their statements down at the station.
[ Cellphone ringing ] And, err, no, I've gotta go.
Oh, err, ma'am? DCI McDonald?
Well, she didn't get to Bristol until 5:00 a.m.,
so I've told her to get some sleep.
Oh, well, she's supposed to have been here, err,
yesterday lunchtime.
I know, it sounds like travel hell.
So you're the SIO until she's awake and back on duty.
I trust you with the ball, Sergeant.
- Think like McDonald. - Think like McDonald.
Sir? We have about fifty witnesses here.
How do you want them processed?
Uh, well, erm...
Corral them in the church hall round the back there?
Uh, yeah. That's a good-- that's a good idea.
Yes, in fact you can do that, DC Lee.
- Sure. - Oh, and-- and, erm,
just make sure that they're photographed
in what they're wearing.
Yeah, and retain anyone significant and let the rest go?
PCs on every entrance and exit?
Exactly. That's great. Yes, well done, chaps.
Right. How do?
- Alright. Thank you. - Cheers, mate.
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So, the picture we're getting is the father of the bride,
that's Leonard Wood.
- Yeah. - Came through here
from the vestry.
- Where's that? - Just round there.
- Yeah, right. - Yeah, so that's just before
the ceremony was due to start, at around 9:45,
blood-spattered and holding that.
Pending a positive match on those bloodstains,
pathology have confirmed it correlates
to the wounds on the victim.
Ah, that is interesting.
It's a-- it's a retractable blade.
It's aluminium.
- Vestry's this way, boss. - Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
Trail of, err, blood, and footprints here,
confirms the, err, emerging sequence of events.
Mitchell Morrison.
So, he was supposed to officiate at the wedding
of Loretta Wood and William Bridges.
Him and Lenny Wood were best friends.
Ian, can we break for a few minutes
so the SIO can have a look?
Come on, Ian. Out you get. Stop hanging about.
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There are signs of a violent struggle,
but, oh, there's nothing to suggest a break-in.
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Err, that door, was it locked or unlocked
when the first officer arrived?
It was locked.
I've spoken to the church warden.
That door never gets used-- it's always kept locked.
Right.
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There's multiple stab wounds there to the stomach,
the whole torso, and neck.
There's the defensive wounds there to the hands.
It's like a frenzied attack.
And, yeah, someone's been drinking?
Prints'll tell us whether it belongs to
the killer or the victim.
DCI McDonald's on her way.
Sarge.
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Ah, morning, ma'am.
- Is it? - I hear you've been in the wars.
Two hours sleep in the last 48.
Look's like you've covered all your bases, Captain Dodds.
Right, pace clock's ticking, 24 hours to charge or release.
So, we've got conclusive trace evidence,
multiple eye-witnesses-- tell me it's the father of the bride,
and I can be home by tea time.
Well, we've no eyewitnesses,
but I think we've got enough trace evidence
to get a confession out of this Leonard Wood.
He's, err-- he's in Castlepark Hospital at the moment.
- Suspected concussion? - Yeah.
It's my next port of call.
- Wait. What about the bride? - What do you mean?
Well, poor girl, and her sisters,
they've just seen their father be arrested
for the murder of his best mate, who they probably know.
Wedding's in tatters.
Job of an S.I.O. is to offer personal reassurance.
And maybe get some kind of insight into motive.
Yeah, right. Sorry, ma'am.
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[McDonald] And then the flight from Melbourne to Dubai
was delayed cause they couldn't find a bloody pilot.
Which meant we had to have a five-hour layover in Dubai,
and then there was no flights back to Heathrow
for another twelve hours,
so they offer us a redirection to Bristol via Athens,
which was a result.
But then I didn't get a wink of sleep
because these bloody kids were screaming.
Got to Bristol at 5:00 a.m., huge queue at immigration,
got our bags on time-- I was quite pleased with that.
Then we came outside, no taxis.
I had to get a bus, sarge.
Oh, well, that's foreign travel for you, ma'am.
It's very complicated.
I didn't understand any of that. I got lost at Dubai.
You wouldn't be the first.
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You alright, ma'am?
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Yeah. Two hours sleep and I had this really spooky dream.
- Spooky err, how? - Well, you were in it.
You had a moustache. It was my wedding,
and everything just went really wrong.
- Oh, y-your wedding? - Dreams and nightmares.
It's just mental garbage, isn't it?
So, erm, how was New Zealand?
Yeah. Great.
Trip of a lifetime.
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Good morning, I'm DCI Lauren McDonald,
senior investigating officer into the inquiry
of the death of Mitchell Morrison.
And I'm, err, Detective Sergeant Dodds.
Erm, do you mind if we sit down?
[woman] Yeah, sure, please.
I gather you were close to Mitchell.
Mitchell was Uncle Mitchell.
Our mum died when I was ten,
so dad brought the three of us up alone.
Three girls. Still don't know how he did it.
God knows we weren't easy.
And Mitchell was always there for dad.
And us.
Your father is under arrest on suspicion of murder.
And, erm, what we're trying to do now is just to, erm,
try and understand what happened.
Yeah. And why?
Err, well, we were at the altar, but Mitchell wasn't there.
So Lenny went off to see what was going on
and erm, err, when he came back, he--
Dad did not kill Mitchell. Why would he?
Isn't it obvious that some lunatic just broke in,
probably tryna rob the place?
Him and Mitchell built that summer house together.
They played golf every Saturday.
Lil, say something!
Dad didn't kill Mitchell.
Now would you just leave us alone, please?
This is devastating for all of us.
You're well within your rights, Ms. Wood.
We'll keep you up to date with any developments,
and you can call me directly if you've got any concerns
or want to give me any information.
- How is he? - He's very confused.
The last thing he remembers is getting out of the wedding car
with his daughter. He's got nothing after that.
Do you believe him? In your professional opinion.
Short term memory loss is not uncommon in severe concussion,
but his brain scan's clear, no bleeding,
and the memories might come back in pieces.
It's like when you have a dream,
and a few days later you have flashbacks
and suddenly remember new details.
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How did I get this?
What's happened? Nobody's told me anything?
We're, err, questioning you under caution, sir,
on the suspicion of the murder of Mitchell Morrison.
Mitchell?
Mitch? Dead?
Do you, erm-- do you recognise this knife, sir?
No.
Where are my kids? How are they?
Look, Mitch was-- Can I see them?
Not at the moment.
Can you explain the blood we found on your clothes?
Mitch's blood.
Blood? No.
Can you account for the fact that fifty witnesses,
including your daughters, say they saw you coming out
the vestry with that knife--
which we've now confirmed is the murder weapon
that was used to fatally stab Mitch six times.
Why-- Why would I kill Mitch?
[Dodds] What father of the bride
comes to his own daughter's wedding carrying a blade?
Because that-- that aluminum knife
looks like it does not come from a church.
This would sit a lot better with me if we had a motive.
Why's that uniform pointing us out to a press photographer?
[Dora] Great, thank you.
Is that...
Hi. Dora Lang.
I've been trying to catch up with you
for the last couple of hours.
Detectives McDonald and Dodds?
Yes.
I believe my status on your inquiry is significant witness.
Were you a guest at the wedding in St. Mary's?
Ms. Lang is-- is one of the world's most eminent
photojournalists, ma'am.
That's overstating it a bit.
But I'm on sabbatical from foreign assignments.
The Guardian commissioned a feature
on the great British Wedding--
candid reportage, grainy black and white.
I thought it would be fun.
Until this morning.
I, err-- I have pictures.
- Of what? - Everything.
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I tried to save him.
- Uh, save who, ma'am? - The victim.
When that man came into the church, covered in blood,
I guess my instinct kicked in.
I ran down the corridor and found him, the vicar.
- And then? - I took a photo.
I saw he was still alive, so I tried to save him.
But I was too late. He'd bled out.
Nothing I could do.
You interfered with a crime scene.
My first duty was the preservation of life.
And you're trained to do exactly the same thing, I believe.
I wouldn't have stopped to take a photo.
- Sorry. Instinct. - Cold instinct.
He was stabbed six times.
Not the first time I've witnessed a violent death.
So, two hours and ten minutes after the murder,
and you didn't immediately identify yourself
to our first response team?
I'm here now.
Good.
So, I'll need fingerprints and a DNA swab, as elimination,
formal statement, and the memory card from that camera.
Well, that is-- it's a Cannon 81.
Erm, ma'am, this came out in 1976.
It uses film.
Erm, but we-- we-- we do need the film roll, Ms.--
Ms. Lang. Now, please.
Okay.
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I'm supposed to cover a wedding at the old barn
over at Bathwick and three more after that.
When you've just witnessed a murder?
The assignment is everything.
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Thank you.
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Oh, there's something else.
Before the vicar died,
he raised a hand and pointed to his chest here,
and I think he said "snake."
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- Are you alright, ma'am? - Er...
Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
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[Paul] It's 11:56,
and we're getting unconfirmed reports of an incident
at, er, St. Mary's and All Angels.
Hmmm, okay.
I did a dedication to the bride, Lotty, earlier,
so, err, we'll keep you posted on that.
In the meantime, for richer for poorer,
it's over to Diana for the latest traffic news.
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So, these are the photographs taken by Dora Lang,
in chronological order,
starting with the bride and her father outside their house
at 9:15 and ending here at 9:46.
The, err-- the time codes are estimates.
What do you think, Sarge?
Well, Ms. Lang certainly has a flawless gift
for capturing the decisive moment.
Sorry, ma'am, yeah. Police work.
Okay, here we have the victim at 9:36 outside the church,
which is just before the bride arrives.
Seems to be drinking some...
Yeah, it's a hip flask.
Doesn't look happy.
And he was having a fag as well.
Well, hold on. It's, err,-- well, that--
that door's open.
Well, didn't the, err-- Didn't the church warden
tell us that this door was always kept locked?
Yeah. And it was locked when our people got there.
So then now, the Reverend, he should have a set of keys.
There were no keys found on the victim's body
or anywhere in the vestry.
- Dora Lang? - Err, yes, ma'am?
She was the only other one in the vestry.
Maybe she took the keys?
Well, why would she do that?
I don't know.
- Lee? - Yes, ma'am?
Can you get me a background check on Dora Lang?
She's some sort of newspaper paparazzi or something.
She's a photojournalist, ma'am.
She's a photojournalist.
- [Lee] Ma'am. - Right.
When someone comes to me after a suspicious delay
with a reason of why their trace evidence
is all over my crime scene, I get a bit twitchy.
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Can you go and see Dora Lang, get her DNA and blood samples?
See if you can get a measure of her.
Is there something she's not telling us?
Lee, go with him.
Ma'am.
She's renting a place in the centre of Bath, Sarge.
And, err, have you got anything background on her?
Well, January this year,
she spent ten days in Oldsmere Clinic.
Well, isn't that the, uh--
Specialises in mental health treatments.
I can't access any details without a warrant.
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Sorry, a lifetime of eyes pressed up against viewfinders.
Right, well, erm, when you're ready, err, Ms. Lang.
Not the first time I've had my prints taken, Sergeant Dodds.
Oh?
Under the Milosovich regime, on my first foreign assignment.
Well, if I can just start with your, err,
thumb please, erm, there. [ Clears throat ]
I owe you an apology.
Well, your boss I suppose.
I should've come forward straight away.
I get--
Well, I suppose it's a kind of compulsion.
- Compulsion? - I wanted more photos.
Well, it wasn't helpful.
But then again, I suppose you are a...
trained observer.
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[ Clears throat ] Sarge?
Shall we?
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[ Clears throat ]
We also need to take a DNA sample, Ms. Lang.
If I could just...
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Thank you.
So, has the father of the bride been charged yet?
Oh, no, I-- I can't comment on that, ma'am.
But I-I think you know that.
We'll take a full statement from you.
But, erm, there is one question that I wanna ask you.
Now, err, this photograph here.
Now, did you see, err, a key to this door
behind the victim? It leads out to the grounds.
No.
So, you-- you didn't take it?
Sergeant, are you questioning me as a suspect?
No.
Well, I've taken a three month let on this place,
as you probably know, so I'm not going anywhere.
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The CPS have agreed to release your father.
He should be home with you in a couple of hours.
So he didn't do it.
He's still under arrest,
but we are exploring other lines of inquiry.
What exactly does that mean?
Well, we have compelling evidence against him,
and he clearly had a fight in the vestry with Mitchell,
and I need to know why.
What was going on between them?
I also need to know about this--
He's drinking just before he was about to officiate
his best friend's daughter's wedding.
He looks distraught. Why?
Lotty, you were about to get married.
Was there something going on with you guys,
and did your dad find out?
Are you-- That's disgusting.
U-Uncle Mitchell and me? That's sick.
Coming here with your filthy accusations and--
It was me.
Me and Mitchell were-- we were gonna get married.
He was just about to tell dad.
- When did this start? - A year ago.
And I heard what happened.
Mitchell was stabbed to death.
That's a maniac, not my dad.
He wouldn't have done it, no matter what.
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So, there I am, after 250 dates in 21 years.
I'm standing in my kitchen at 2:00 a.m.,
mansplaining the offside rule to Alexa,
and I think, have I gone wrong somewhere?
And at that very moment, I got a text from Florence.
"I'm getting married next week," she tells me.
So, I book myself on a flight here,
all set to meet my new brother-in-law
down the Dog and Duck, a couple of pints,
game of darts,
and who should greet me but Sandra?
[ Laughter ]
No. Come on now. Settle down.
Seriously.
I couldn't be happier for you, sis.
She's a wonderful girl.
As you might have heard,
the love of my life slipped through my fingers
a long time ago, but seeing you and Sandra so happy together,
I only wish mum and dad and Kirsten could be here.
So, I'd ask you all to be upstanding
and to raise your glasses to the bride and the bride,
Florence and Sandra.
[all] To Florence and Sandra.
[ Cheering, glasses clinking ]
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[ Choking ]
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Florence?
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[ Screams ]
[Paul] [Clears throat] The time has just gone 2:22,
and in sickness and in health,
that was the Duchess herself with "Love and Marriage."
You can't have one without the other?
Ha! Try telling that to my ex-wife.
Everybody out, please. Come on, I need everybody out.
Sir, don't touch anything, thank you.
Yeah, just vacate the vehicle, thank you.
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Ma'am?
Okay, this is Florence Saunders.
39, specialist nurse.
Take a closer look.
She's bleeding from her ears?
And it started with bleeding from her nose.
I'd say she's been poisoned
with some kind of anti-coagulant.
Warfarin? Arsenic even.
She collapsed suddenly at the end of the meal.
Someone got to her food or drink?
Ah, Liz, I need all these dishes processed as soon as possible.
I know it's Saturday, but this is time-critical.
Okay, so the victim's older brother,
her new wife, and her new wife's mother,
they were the only people at the top table
and possible beneficiaries of her death.
I'll get them back to the station
for formal statements.
Err, no, we are officially over-stretched here.
It's all hands on decks.
I'll lead the initial stages of this inquiry.
How close are you to formally charging Lenny Wood?
I'm not sure.
There's just some things that don't add up.
But two suspicious deaths at two weddings in one day?
Well, I've got a couple of PCs at the station
mining for connections between both weddings.
- Dora Lang? - The photographer?
She said she was doing this wedding as well.
We need to know more
before we start talking about linked murders.
Mm-hm? Okay?
Ma'am. [ Cellphone chimes ]
Are you okay?
Jet lag's brutal.
I'll need to be.
Lenny Woods has just remembered something.
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Something tells me it's more than a suspicious death.
All signs point to poisoning by someone seated at the top table.
But let's not talk about connections
until we've established one. Okay?
- Are you sure about this? - Yeah.
He wants to do it, ma'am.
Okay, Mr. Wood.
You're now claiming there was a third party in the vestry?
Yes, that's right.
What happened to her?
She was really healthy didn't smoke, barely drank.
Well, that's not quite true. Flo did like a drink.
- Or used to. - Not since I've known her.
Err, you got as far as here,
and then, erm, oh, in your own words,
what did you see?
I saw, erm, Mitchell, covered in blood,
lying in there. Err...
Go on. Can I get in there?
Sure, you can--
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[Ormond] We think she was poisoned.
We're working on the basis
that someone adulterated her food or drink
during the reception--
someone close to her, physically.
Hang on. You think one of us--
No. No. No. No. No.
I've seen stuff online.
Someone else was murdered at another wedding earlier today.
What?
Well, maybe you should be out there tryna find this maniac.
Sir? Are you okay?
- [ Choking ] - Paramedics!
- [ Choking ] - Clive.
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I remember somebody punched me.
He floored me, and I-- I must've just passed out.
I didn't kill Mitchell.
Some kind of lunatic or somebody broke in,
Mitchell caught him, and--
Why would I attack my own best friend with a knife?
Because he'd just told you that him and Lilith were in love
and they're planning to get married.
[ Laughs ] Oh, come on.
No.
Yeah. So, erm, when you came round,
erm, this guy, erm, where was he?
Err, he was at the door.
I have a copy of the key for that door right here.
The key, yes, he-- he took the key out the lock.
- After he opened the door? - Yes.
Right, so what happened next?
[McDonald] Come on, Lenny. We need more.
- I-I-- - Think.
- Think, Mr. Wood. - Yeah, erm, he left.
I tried to go after him, but he locked the door.
And then I-- I pulled the knife from Mitch,
and I went out there to get help.
This intruder, you saw his face?
No. He was wearing a balaclava. But before he left,
he turned to me, and there was, erm--
There, there was, erm-- There was a tattoo of a snake.
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Excuse me.
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[ Sighs ]
Mitch and my little girl?
As far as we're concerned, sir, err, your daughter
and the Reverend Morrison, they were consenting adults,
so it's between you and your family.
My God.
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Ma'am?
You know this-- this snake tattoo?
Well, according to Dora Lang,
that was the last word Mitchell Morrison spoke.
Yeah. Okay, this-- this might sound completely mad,
but remember the dream I was telling you about?
So, it's my wedding day, lovely.
I'm walking down the aisle, and the groom turns around,
but it's not the boyfriend,
it's this guy, and he looks kind of creepy,
and his shirt's open,
and he has a tattoo of a snake here.
Oh, I-- I don't know, ma'am.
I think. you know, it's just sleep,
and it's-- I think you're getting--
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Ma'am, do we really think that Mr. Wood,
covered in blood, carrying a knife,
came out through this door,
closed it behind him, threw the key on ground,
and then walked round the outside of this church,
back in through the front door,
and somehow sneaked past the congregation,
slipped into the vestry,
and then staggered out towards the altar?
You think Lenny Wood was telling the truth?
The man with the snake tattoo killed Mitchell Morrison?
Oh, now, look at this--
That's been made recently, very recently.
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Maybe it was left here since this morning.
It's a message.
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I'm fine. I feel fine.
We'd still prefer you went to hospital to get checked.
I can't. On a flight tonight.
I'm in the middle of building a holiday apartment complex,
and if I'm not there, it all goes arse up.
Okay, but you have presented with the same symptoms
as your sister when she died,
so we'll need to take a blood sample from you.
Fine.
And you didn't accidentally, share a dish with your sister
or drink from her glass?
I don't think so. Flo was drinking red wine,
and I'm tee-total.
Just over 21 years sober.
Since you lost your fiance?
Now, how did you know--
[Ormond] Oh, sorry, we always do background checks
on close family of murder victims.
It's-- It's routine.
I was driving.
The inquest cleared me.
Not my fault, but...
I hit the booze pretty hard after that, and...
leaving this country and getting into the hospitality business,
that's what saved me.
And did you share anything from this menu?
Flo's vegan.
This appetiser-- amuse bouche,
butternut squash-- yeah, yeah, I had that.
So did Florence.
God, any one of us could've picked up that dish.
Okay. Back to the caterers.
Seize all the dishes that the appetisers were served in.
Ma'am, there were 67 people at this--
Just do it.
And tie, please.
Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.
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Is Clive okay?
Fortunately, he only ingested a tiny part
of what killed your wife.
Alright, here. Take these, honey.
They're good for your nerves.
How did you feel about your daughter's marriage to Florence?
I love my daughter. I only want what's best for her.
Florence said the way you loved me was suffocating.
With Florence, I could breathe.
I'm sorry, baby.
For what, Mrs. Blake?
Is there something you want to tell me?
[ Scoffs ] Are you actually accusing me of--
You know, Clive's right. You should be out there,
catching whoever's killing people at weddings.
You have no idea what you're doing, have you?
Completely clueless.
Well, we'll soon know more.
Once we recover the murder weapon.
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Ma'am, this dream of yours--
I don't want to talk about it.
Yeah, well, but, this snake man, what did he look like?
Err, fifties maybe. He had a ponytail.
Black hair, dyed. Receding hairline.
Weathered look.
Foreign, maybe. I don't know.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Sarge, do you think
you could give me a bit of space?
Oh, yeah. Well, sorry, ma'am. [ Chuckles ]
Oh, yeah.
I'll just go and start the whiteboard, ma'am.
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One of these four cups is our murder weapon.
But they've been through a thorough wash,
so it's unlikely forensics can pull prints,
let alone traces of poison.
Okay. Two murders, two weddings.
One a frenzied knife attack, possibly a crime of passion,
and a suspect with a clear motive.
Well, I'm-- I'm afraid that's not what the evidence
is telling us, ma'am.
Lenny Wood said that there was a third man in the vestry,
wearing a balaclava.
He claims that he was the one that murdered Mitchell Morrison.
And it sounds like you believe him?
Well, you see, this door from the outside here.
Now this is always kept locked. Well, it it's never used.
But there you can see, Reverend Morrison has opened it.
And Mr. Wood here, he--
he claims that this balaclava man, he--
he escaped through this door and--
and locked it behind him.
And, err, it was locked when we got there, wasn't it?
You see, now, look. There.
This is the key to the vestry door.
And can you see, it's got peculiar "X"
scraped on it.
And it was left just outside for us to find.
Okay, Florence Saunders.
Three possible suspects.
Her brother, unlikely, because he was also poisoned--
must have eaten from one of those china cups.
But Sandra's mother? Maybe.
She didn't like the idea of losing her daughter
to another woman.
Ma'am. Err, toxicology have just come through,
that they identified the presence of tetrahydrozoline
in the blood samples of both Florence and Clive Saunders.
Imbibed in a high enough dose, it acts as a fatal neurotoxin,
but not instantly.
So the killer wasn't necessarily at the top table.
They could have got into the catering van.
Opportunism-- could the common factor be opportunism?
So the killer of Florence Saunders,
he just dropped some poison into any one
of these 60 china cups?
Was Florence just unlucky?
And the killer of Mitchell Morrison,
well, he must have been outside, watching.
So when he saw that the door was open, then he took his chance.
He went inside with his knife, intending to kill someone,
anyone.
Okay, so what are we saying?
Someone with a grudge against marriage
is just randomly killing people at weddings?
[Ormond] Did Lenny Wood give you anything on the man
he claims to have seen in the vestry?
Yeah, this snake tattoo.
And this poison, tetrahydrozoline,
how would a member of the public acquire that?
Oh, it's an active ingredient in over-the-counter eyedrops.
##
What?
Dora Lang.
Well, she-- she was using eye drops earlier.
She is a common factor. She was at both murder scenes.
You said opportunistic.
That photo that she took places her outside the church
with the door open.
Well, any one of these photographs here,
they put her inside the church, with the congregation,
even before the murder happened.
She could have an accomplice.
##
[McDonald] Thank you for coming, Ms. Lang.
As you may have heard, there's been a second murder
at a wedding today.
You're looking for a connection, and I'm the common factor?
Well, you were at both weddings,
and at the first, you left your trace evidence
at the crime scene, and then you absconded
without reporting to one of our officers.
Your eyedrops, err, Ms. Lang?
I've been hauled into a fair few rooms like this
around the world,
and they all have their methods of intimidation.
But eye drop confiscation-- that's a new one.
We've established
that Florence Saunders was poisoned with tetrahydrozoline.
Okay, unless this poisoning method was
particularly fast acting, which I doubt,
I was at the wedding reception at the barn
for less than fifteen minutes.
I left before the victim died, but the reason I was late
was that you were taking my fingerprints and DNA.
Which was probably when the poison was being applied.
##
You've never been married, have you Ms. Lang?
##
Oh, I see-- dried up old spinster,
never found love, gets so bitter and twisted
that she loses the plot and starts poisoning brides
and launching frenzied knife attacks on vicars.
And you're accusing pretty much everyone
you come across today of these murders.
##
Oh, it's not me. I'm too lazy.
[ Chuckles ]
It's not funny.
No. It never is.
You just evolve coping strategies.
##
Your medical records--
you have a history of violence.
[ Laughs ]
[ Laughs ] I don't even like Alsatians.
I saw this idiot kick his dog in the ribs, and I snapped.
I just lost it.
I threw a five-grand Leica camera at him.
[McDonald] Broke his nose.
You're lucky he didn't press charges.
Pressure turned to stress.
I'd seen too much violence, and the aftermath of violence
I got help, I straightened myself out,
and I'm rehabilitating.
Well, the-- the wedding assignment.
Yeah. That-- That worked out well, didn't it?
[ Laughs ] Therapeutic or what?
##
Sometimes, things catch up with you.
You think you're immune.
You need to pace yourself.
Erm, Did you take any photographs of the, erm,
err, the barn reception?
Yeah. They're at home.
I haven't developed them yet.
But if you need them, they're yours.
Thank you.
If you have no basis to charge me, I'd like to go.
Maybe no more weddings today, Ms. Lang.
I don't really think you have that kind of jurisdiction
over me, DCI McDonald.
[Paul] I am getting more reports of a second fatality
at a second wedding today.
It's all unconfirmed, and the police have yet to comment,
so to Sahir and Rachael over in Victoria Park,
to love and to cherish, have a great day.
More news at half past the hour.
[ Indian music playing ]
##
[ Man shouts in distance ]
Rachel, are you okay?
- Is that Hamish? - [man shouts]
It's-- It's Hamish! Hamish!
- Sahir! - Hamish!
- I made it, man, I made it. - Hamish!
- Hamish, buddy! - Sahir, man!
I'm sorry. [ Gunshot ]
[ People screaming ]
Hamish!
[ Crying ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
##
[ Sirens wailing ]
##
Hamish McLay.
Originally from Elgin in Scotland.
Best friend of the groom. He flew in as a surprise.
No one knew he was coming.
He has no known connections to Bath.
Ma'am, respectfully, I don't see
how we can run three murder inquiries
without any outside help.
I've asked the chief constable to declare a critical incident,
shut down any other wedding.
Get some screens in here, please, Goldie.
We've run out, ma'am.
[Lee] I've just spoken to the best man.
Well, actually, the substitute best man.
It turns out the victim was the first choice,
but he and the groom had a bust-up on the stag weekend.
Punches were thrown.
Okay. Find me a quiet room, I'll speak to him.
Firearms incident-- we need ballistics analysis in here
as soon as possible.
Ma'am.
[Dodds] What are you thinking, ma'am?
Okay. 20-30mm,
one shot to the back of the head.
The groom rolled him over.
For sure kill, you wanna be no more
than 20 meters away, so over there.
##
Look, ma'am, we're, erm--
we're completely overwhelmed here.
Yeah. Tell me something I don't know.
Yeah. We already have a credible suspect.
The, erm, snake tattoo man.
Yeah, but we only have one witness, Lenny Wood,
who had a concussion and didn't see this suspect's face.
Well, we actually have a-another witness.
Err, of sorts.
One who, uh-- One who did see, err, the--
the suspect. before the first murder.
Maybe the suspect in all three murders.
Are you serious?
It was a bad dream.
Just like this is a--
##
That looks like a Smith and Wesson.
Look at that.
##
Yeah, now it's got a pearl handle.
Don't expect to find any prints on it though.
Yeah, especially if he's leaving us the murder weapon again.
I don't get why he's doing that.
We'll have to compare the bullets in the gun
with the one in the victim.
The ballistic unit are on a skeleton staff on Saturdays,
which means I'll have to go to the firing range
and do the test myself.
And then take the bullet out of the victim in situ...
What-- What, before the post mortem?
Is that admissible?
No. But I am gonna cut some corners.
Dora Lang.
Can you get the pictures from the barn wedding?
Now, please.
Yes, ma'am.
##
[ Gun firing ]
##
[Ormond] Mr. Hassan, I'm sorry about your friend,
but you didn't quite tell the truth to the officer
who took your statement, did you?
I don't know what you mean.
Mr. McLay texted you last night, from Hong Kong airport,
saying he was coming to the wedding.
Well, as you can see, it was someone called Sally he texted.
He sent it to me by mistake.
That doesn't alter the fact that you knew he was coming.
Or the fact that you
and he had a fist fight on your stag weekend.
Hamish got really drunk and was mouthing off, and, err,
I lost my temper. I did not kill Hamish.
Someone else shot him, in the head,
while I was standing close to him. Okay?
- Well, that doesn't-- - Come on.
This is mad.
You can also see, I've got the Bath Live app,
and they're reporting three murders at three weddings.
You've got other people saying you're accusing
friends and relatives, when it's obvious
you've got some kind of serial killer on your hands.
I'm just following up on this, sir.
Do your job and find this lunatic
before the next wedding.
##
[Dora] A third killing?
Err, yes.
##
- What time? - Well, it's about an hour ago.
While you and your boss were grilling me?
Through here.
##
I only had time to take half a roll--
about 20 prints or so.
Erm, and these, err, were taken after the meal?
Yeah. But I left before the speeches.
Hmm.
Well, yeah, so that means the, err,
appetiser dishes were long gone.
You think the poison was in the appetiser?
Hmm, well, in one of the four cups, we believe.
You still think one of these three did it?
Oh, I don't know. We're just running around,
looking at everything and nothing and getting nowhere.
##
Sorry, I wasn't thinking.
What happened to you?
[ Sighs ]
##
A 14-year-old, demented with PTSS,
waves an AK-47 in your face and screams at you,
and you realise in that moment of potential death
that you've never felt more alive.
And if you talk, or bribe your way out of it...
##
And after every assignment, I'd be on the tube,
coming back from Heathrow,
and that adrenaline would wear off,
and I'd feel just empty.
And the bad dreams kept coming, and I'd try a--
a hobby, I'd try dating, and then I'd try more dating,
and in the end, the only answer was
to get back out in the field.
Until last January, when I had my...
wobble.
And you smashed up a vintage Leica?
[ Laughs ]
##
I'm guessing you haven't got time for sex.
##
What's that?
##
Well, this-- this wasn't on the roll
you gave us.
No, I took that my little Fuji.
That bridesmaid,
she took a photo.
##
Go and save the world, Sergeant Dodds.
##
They're extracting the bullet from the body.
It should be with you in half an hour max.
When it comes in, please tell me that
that bullet came from that gun.
As soon as I know, you'll know.
Thanks.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
##
[ Cellphone ringing ]
##
Yeah?
##
Oh, err. Mm-hm.
##
Sure.
##
I packed up Uni after a year, went travelling,
did all sorts of jobs, all sorts of places,
enjoyed myself, had my heart broken.
Then I came back four years later.
Mitchell, he--
he knocked around the world a lot when he was young,
so we had a lot in common.
Sometimes we'd just sit in the pub for hours, just talking.
He made me laugh.
I thought he was nuts, but it's what convinced me to marry him.
Did dad kill him?
We don't think so.
[ Sighs ]
I'm sorry, but, erm,
do you remember this photo that you took?
It's of the photographer, in the church yard
before the ceremony.
Do you still have it on your phone?
- Yeah. Why? - Can you send it to me?
- Yeah. - Good.
Tell your dad and your sisters what you've just told me.
Yeah?
Yeah.
##
[McDonald] The bullet from the third victim
matches the pearl gun.
##
Take a look at this.
##
Three "X"s?
##
Oh, look, erm--
Ah, she's sent something through there.
Err... Oh, there's--
I think there's something behind the cross there, look.
##
Who's that behind Ms. Lang?
##
Sorry.
##
That's the man, isn't it?
From your dream?
Yeah. I think so. Maybe.
What's going on here?
##
♪ Ruby, Ruby ♪
##
[Paul] The time is 6:45, and that was classic
'Ruby Ruby' from the Key Marginals,
requested by one H.F. Mitchell
who sends one, two, three kisses to the city of Bath.
Plus an extra large whopper in the post,
till death us do part.
Okay, we got to start filtering out these messages
from Trowbridge.
- H. F. Mitchell. - Hamish, Florence, Mitchell.
The victims.
So that's one "X" or kiss at crime scene one,
and three "kisses" at crime scene three.
Why kisses?
There's an extra large one in the post?
Okay, DC Lee, get on the phone and get me 2-7-6 FM.
Let's see if there's two kisses in one of these china cups.
[ Line ringing ]
Hi, it's DCI Lauren McDonald,
from the West of England Constabulary.
You've just played a request from an H.F. Mitchell.
How did you get it? Was it text? E-mail? Phone?
E-mail.
Okay, were going to send you an e-mail address now.
And then can you forward that soon as you can?
Thanks.
##
I got it.
##
Two kisses.
Here we are. tThe request was sent
by this H.F. Mitchell at 5:03 p.m.,
a few minutes after the third murder.
I don't think he said it right.
He said "I'm sending one, two, three kisses to the city of Bath
with an extra large one in the post," right?
- Yeah? - Okay, well, this says,
"...one, two, three 'X's to the city of Bath
with an XL in the post."
It's Roman numerals.
Ten, twenty, thirty, and XL is forty.
Wedding anniversaries.
The murder weapons there, look, err--
Erm, ten years is aluminium. That's the knife.
- Twenty is china. - Thirty is pearl.
The gun.
What's the fortieth anniversary?
Ruby.
And the song's "Ruby, Ruby."
##
What's coming in the post?
##
♪ First thing on my mind ♪
##
♪ First thing on my mind ♪
##
♪ First thing on my mind ♪
[Paul] Keep it locked on 2-7-6 Roman Radio.
We got loads more romantic gems coming up
right after the news
Okay, every wedding that we know of in the city
has been cancelled. Get checking
anything and everything Ruby-- streets, venues, people.
All: Yes, ma'am.
##
All in one day.
##
Starting at 9:15.
##
And the killings themselves, they might have been opportunistic,
but the victims chosen randomly.
##
But he's--
##
He's also weaving an intricate pattern,
meticulously choreographed.
Why? Why would he do that? What's he playing at?
It's not a game.
Sorry, but we're all running around like headless chickens
because we think we've found a pattern.
But we haven't found it, have we?
He's given it to us.
I know that, ma'am.
Just like he's given us the murder weapons,
and he gave us the key outside the vestry.
But where's the lead to the killer?
The actual solid lead that tells us where he is and who he is?
Well, the dream, you know who he is.
Don't-- No. Don't.
Well, you saw him in your dream.
Do not mess with me today!
Sergeant Dodds, my office, please.
##
Take it down a notch.
##
As you were.
##
What's all this about a dream?
Oh, well, erm, yeah, this man--
I don't know quite how to put this, ma'am,
but DCI McDonald had a dream about him.
Last night. Y'know, before the first murder.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
She-- Well, she described him in detail,
from, err, his age, the colour of his hair,
a ponytail, and even the snake tattoo,
and before Lenny Wood told us about him.
Well, we need to get into this dream, ma'am.
I'd like to know more about it, and--
and there's this interview technique that I--
I'd like to try.
- Have we got time for that? - Well, she won't want to do it,
but it's all we've got.
- Are we really this des-- - Yeah. Yeah.
Yes, we really are that desperate, ma'am.
Okay.
Use my office.
I need to get changed.
Thank you, ma'am.
##
DCI McDonald.
##
You went behind my back.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but the stuff on that board
out there represents a clear and present danger to life,
so that, in my opinion, outrides all other considerations.
Noted.
Excuse me
Are we really doing this?
Yes, ma'am, we are.
Now what do you remember? From the very beginning.
Well, I'm standing at the back of the church.
I'm wearing white. My dad's there.
Walks me down the aisle.
It's a very sunny day.
Rays of light. It's all very beautiful
The happiest day of my life.
##
Who's in the congregation?
Well, there was you...
Well, err, family? Friends?
##
Hmm, no.
They were strangers
So the pews, they were-- they were full?
There wasn't pews. It was a, hm...
rows of chairs, three on each side.
Go on.
I walk towards the altar, and everything goes dark,
like when the clouds block the sun,
and then the room tilts to the side.
Who's there at the altar?
They've got their back to me, but the groom and his best man,
and the vicar is facing me, and he looks kind of weird.
Weird, how?
Well, he's very young for a vicar,
and he's doing this strange gesture.
Show me.
Hmm.
##
Hmm.
##
Hmm...
What?
Go on.
##
Then, suddenly, everyone disappears,
and I'm alone in the church, apart from my groom,
and he turns around and it's the man with the snake tattoo.
##
Yeah. It's him. It is him.
What is going on?
What is happening?
Strangers.
Three seats, either side of an aisle
The vicar, he wasn't conducting a service.
He was pointing out the emergency exits.
The vicar was a flight attendant?
The strangers were holiday makers.
Well, he walked passed me in the aisle
when he was coming out the toilet.
The man with the snake tattoo.
He was on the same flight.
But which one?
He's in Bath.
We just need the inbound flight to Bristol.
[Lee] This is everyone on flight AV94 from Athens
last night in alphabetical order--
every passenger's photo
as recorded at Bristol airport immigration.
Okay. Let's see them.
##
Stop.
I think that's him.
Vassilis Giamakis. Greek Citizen.
That's him.
Okay, credit card hit.
He is staying at The Pond in Oldhampton.
Let's go.
##
Armed police.
Put your hands where we can see them.
##
Secure.
##
Get him processed.
##
It was an anxiety dream.
The boyfriend, erm, asked me to marry him.
Oh, and you refused?
No, but I didn't say yes.
We were on this, erm,
viewpoint thing overlooking the Pacific,
and the sun was setting, so he got down on one knee,
and told me that he loved me with everything he's got,
and I-- I just-- I didn't say anything.
I'm not that spontaneous, Sarge, not--
It's okay. It's okay.
I hesitated.
And now he's got the hump, and...
I think I'm really tired, and people are dying,
and I just--
I didn't say yes. I just-- I just--
There, there There, there, there.
Can you not pat me? I'm not a collie.
Sorry, ma'am.
##
Oh, my God. [ Crying ]
##
The victims, they really need you to pull yourself together.
##
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
Start running this across the Internet.
Does it mean something? Can we trace where he got it?
Anything to tell us who he really is.
- Ma'am. - Okay.
So what do we know?
Apart from the fact that he's refused a solicitor.
His passport under the name of Vassilis Giamakis
is fake, but a high-grade fake.
And we recovered three more fake passports
from his room-- Polish, Turkish, and Armenian.
Oh, the receptionist at the Pond Hotel
said his English is excellent, so he can't hide behind that.
And we ran his prints across all three crime scenes.
No hits.
[Ormond] Okay. So we can place him outside the church
just before the first murder,
Let's try and pick up other images of him
around the other two venues.
We're going to need a lot more than your dream, DCI McDonald.
Mitchell Morrison, Florence Saunders, Hamish McLay.
All dead. Why?
Why these "X"s? All these clues for us to find?
What're you playing at?
Do you know, ma'am,
I don't think this gentleman understands English.
We'll have to get a translator in.
Well, Greek? Turkish? Armenian?
That's going to take time, especially on a Saturday.
Well, we can hold him for 24 hours.
Then I reckon it'll be easy to get an extension
for another 72,
seeing as he's been travelling with a fake passport.
Well, basically means we've got snake boy here
for as long as we need him.
[ Sighs ]
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Mastigio Fidi Adelfotita-- am I saying that right?
Translates to The Whipsnake Brotherhood.
That snake tattoo-- you're Greek mafia.
Where I come from, there's many men with this tattoo.
Yes, but how many of them are in Bath right now?
We have a witness that puts you at the scene
of the first murder, and we have this.
##
I have come here following a client who owes us money.
My job is to make sure the client pays us back.
Now, maybe our client killed all those people, maybe not.
I don't care.
Not my business. I don't belong here.
You really think we're gonna believe that?
Who are you following?
Well, if I tell you that,
my brothers will never get their money back.
You know, we can arrest you for obstructing justice.
If you're telling the truth,
that means that you're protecting a triple killer,
so maybe you do belong here.
In prison. For a very long time.
We just want our money back.
I just want a name.
##
More than my life's worth.
##
Ma'am, shall we just pop out for a second?
##
Ma'am, could he be telling the truth?
Because if he is,
then the person he's following was also on your flight.
This is everyone on flight AV94 from Athens last night,
in alphabetical order.
Okay. Run the names through the database,
see if anything pings. See if there's any connections
to any of the victims or the weddings.
So, snake guy over there claims he was following someone,
but he won't tell us who-- Greek mafia.
So either him or the person he's following
suddenly turns into a wedding serial killer?
Or that's what the killer wants us to believe?
All these patterns, all these crosses and murder weapons
is just a big smokescreen.
Ma'am, look at this.
##
[Ormond] Okay, the city's in panic,
but the suspects in all three cases
are meeting in 30 minutes.
They're forming some kind of support group,
saying we've been wasting time accusing them
when there's obviously a multiple killer on the loose.
Well, they're wrong about that, aren't they?
[Dodds] They are indeed, ma'am.
[McDonald] Okay. Let's get down there.
##
Ms. Lang.
##
I always finish an assignment, Sergeant.
[man] Ah, marvellous.
We were expecting somebody a little bit more senior, you know?
Well, as you can imagine, we're a bit stretched today,
so you've got us, I'm afraid.
Yeah, and I've been telling you all along
that this is some kind of crazed lunatic.
You waste all this time and resources grilling us,
accusing me of killing my best friend?
And I knew nothing about Mitchell and Lilith.
And we had no reason to kill Florence.
You're right.
All the evidence is pointing us to a crazed serial killer.
So, the first murder at 9:46 this morning,
the killer, err, looking for an opportunity
to kill someone, anyone, got into the vestry
at St. Mary's church, through the unlocked back door
and murdered the Reverend Morrison.
He then took the key, and we found this key
with a very obvious "X" scratched in it.
At your wedding, Sandra, the killer
got into the catering van and applied poison
to one of the cups, which was then served to Florence.
Erm, This very cup.
There do you see? And, err,
it's got two little crosses scratched into it.
And the killing of Hamish McLay
was a random shooting with pearl-handled revolver.
It's got three "X"s etched into the bullet.
One "X," two "X"s, three "X"s--
Roman numerals-- ten, twenty, thirty.
And the murder weapons-- aluminium, china, and pearl.
Tenth, twentieth, and thirtieth wedding anniversaries.
So, this was the work of a multiple killer,
who not only planned and executed three murders
with cold precision...
But also manipulated the whole inquiry.
[woman] What are you saying?
Sarge?
Oh, sorry, ma'am.
Erm, so you see, now, this-- this cup here,
this is the key that unlocks the whole scheme
and it gets us to the truth.
We know the killer broke into the catering wagon
and adulterated this very cup here with poison,
and then marked it with two "X"s for two reasons.
One was to misdirect us,
get us to think that this was all the work
of some crazed serial killer.
But there was another deeper purpose.
Because when the appetiser was served,
the murderer would know which of those was the poison
and ensure that it was placed in front of Florence Saunders.
The murders of Mitchell Morrison and Hamish McLay were random
and opportunistic.
But the murder of Florence Saunders
was specific, deliberate, and pre-meditated.
She was always supposed to die.
So, does that mean one of them did it?
##
Not one of them.
Because I was punched by a bloke.
I was poisoned, too.
Well, maybe you took a small dose so we'd rule you out.
Maybe lots of things.
If I did this, why would I even be here?
Well, because, erm, all these people they, err--
they believe that these three murders are the work
of a serial killer, and it's in your interest,
err, for them and the world-- and us-- to believe that too.
##
You knew this man was following you.
He's Greek mafia, isn't he?
And you knew that he was following you
because you owed him lot's of money.
And you knew about his tattoo,
so you used that to your advantage
by confusing and deflecting us.
I'm guessing you painted on the same tattoo
and made sure Lenny here saw it in the vestry.
Maybe you should look at the obvious explanation.
I don't have the money to repay them.
So this is how they punish me-- frame me for three murders.
That guy's your killer. Not me.
- We have him in custody. - Good. So charge him.
But the problem is I don't have any evidence against him.
And everything he's told us about you suggests
that you killed three people today.
Oh, he said I did this?
It's been a long nightmare of a day.
Three murders right under your nose and you haven't got a clue.
You're tired and desperate.
But if you had one shred of physical evidence,
you'd have me in cuffs.
Why would I kill Florence?
Revenge.
##
21 years ago, Florence was responsible for the death
of Kirsten Lewis, your fiance.
The crash that killed her wasn't you driving, was it?
It was Florence. Had she been drinking?
Is that why you took the blame?
Do you think this is what she would have wanted,
three people dead?
Is that her legacy?
Legacy?!
Are you kidding me?
I need to go. Plane to catch.
We've cancelled your ticket
##
Did you kill your sister?
##
I'd just lost Kirsten.
##
I didn't wanna lose my sister, too,
so I told the police I was driving.
Six months later, Florence started drinking again,
and I had to leave the country.
And then Florence is in love,
she's getting married, she's happy.
Here I am, burdened with debt
Flo had cash. If I framed Vassilis,
I could get the cash, clear my debt, and get him off my back.
So where is my legacy?
##
Well, it's this.
##
Nothing but this.
Two innocent people and my daughter-in-law?
##
[ Handcuffs clicking ]
##
Ma'am.
##
[Paul] This is Paul Watts, signing off,
and what can I say?
Three confirmed fatalities at three different weddings,
on a day when we were supposed to be celebrating love
and lifelong companionship.
I guess I should play something poignant and emotional,
but sometimes, when you are left asking yourself
"where is the hope?" maybe silence is the only answer.
Good night.
You and her?
You know... [ Sighs ]
we had the first three months of a, like, relationship
in three minutes.
Is that a good thing?
I don't know.
Do you ever wonder where the hope is, Sarge?
Oh, yeah, I do. I do. More and more.
And?
Well, all we have is tomorrow.
So, I'm gonna amble down to the Sun Rising,
sink a couple of pints of Old Peculiar
with a packet of salt and vinegar
and lose badly again at darts to Brian Watson,
and then walk home and count my legs,
if not my money.
Sounds quite nice.
There you go.
Night night, ma'am
Night, night, Sarge.
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The answer's yes.
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