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Yesterday afternoon at 4:00 p.m.,
you were all gathered here for cocktails,
to celebrate Mr. Coleman and Ms. Green's engagement.
And at 4:45 p.m., you, Mr. Baker,
you proposed a photo of the happy couple.
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But Ms. Green, she went into her bedroom to freshen up.
Where, as you all know, she went into anaphylactic shock
because of her nut allergy.
And her EpiPen, which she always kept in her handbag
wasn't there.
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Which means she was, effectively, poisoned
by one of you.
Hang on a second. She-- She was alone in her bedroom.
How could one of us--
Erm, her lipstick.
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Ms. Green's lipstick had been adulterated with nut oil.
And because none of you came or went between 4:00 p.m.
and 4:45, we can only conclude that one of you...
Him.
- You did it. - Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
I loved your mother--
You loved all of this, Brad.
No, Lola, it wasn't Brad who killed your mother.
It was you.
No.
We have an eyewitness.
This is Ms. Green's tree surgeon.
And at 4:25 p.m., he was working in the garden
with a clear line of sight through to the bedroom.
Mr. McLintock, who did you see yesterday in the bedroom
at 4:25 p.m adulterate Ms. Green's lipstick.
- That lady there. - No. No. I didn't--
She was wearing a white dress.
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Hello.
I need to see Erin. I want my daughter.
- Yeah. I'll bring her, Lola. - This way please, sir.
- I'll bring her. - Break it up. Follow me.
Don't worry.
Never feels as good as you think it's going to feel,
does it, ma'am?
No, it doesn't.
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Honestly, baby, it doesn't reflect on you as a man.
Okay?
Now put your thumbs on the side clips,
just like we talked about.
Now, push and raise. It's all in one movement.
Push and raise.
No, it's not impossible.
You're a gas fitter. This isn't rocket science.
Just take a bloody hammer to it.
You know, to be fair to the boyfriend,
those dishwasher tab boxes, they are a nightmare.
Why do you always defend him?
Good morning, everyone. I just wanted to thank you all
personally for all your hard work on the Susan Green enquiry.
I know it took up most of the--
Sergeant?
Do we have an issue?
My chair's broke.
Ma'am, Lee says a body has been found.
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Ma'am.
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- Do we have a name? - No ID so far,
pending a full search.
But I did get hold of the landlord.
He said her name is Ann Hegarty.
She moved in last week on a month-long lease.
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No signs of forced entry.
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I think I can pull data on when the front door
was last buzzed open.
Okay.
So she let someone in who she knew,
expected...
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Small calibre weapon.
One shot.
Disfigured her face.
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Fired from...
here.
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Dead for at least 24 hours.
Three.
A lot more than three, Sarge.
Rigour's fully set in--
No, no, it's, erm...
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It's a three.
Please don't even suggest that this is the third victim.
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Lycombe Court entry system data. Ann Hegarty buzzed someone
into her apartment at 5:56 a.m. yesterday morning,
which fits with initial pathology assessment.
So were working on 6:00 a.m. Sunday as time of death.
What is it now?
This is not my chair!
Ann Hegarty-- what do we have?
Search team've been through the flat.
No purse, no phone, nothing to confirm her name is Ann Hegarty.
Have we got any news on that three?
It's, err--
it looks like it from some sort of board game or something?
No. the flat was empty apart from her clothes and toiletries.
Yeah, we canvassed the neighbours.
No one even knew she'd moved in there.
What about the landlord? Did he get a previous address?
No. It was all done electronically.
It's, like, [sighs] erasing her trail before she's killed.
It's like almost a victim colluding in their own murder.
We've got an ID.
Prints, dental work, birthmark on the left shoulder--
all matches a registered misper.
Ann Holgate.
She vanished on a visit to the old Holyrood Church
in Bradford on Avon in--
err, that's 38 years ago.
There was a huge search, but Ann Holgate was never found.
Until now.
38 years missing?
She was aged 15. With her twin brother, Mark.
He was the only witness to her disappearance.
The mother took her life a year later,
the father died shortly after-- alcohol-related.
So, Mark Holgate is her only living relative.
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Come on.
No. no, I don't dance.
Who's gonna see? Huh?
Oh, look. Our babies.
Our girls. We're empty nesters.
It's just you and me, babe.
That's it. Oh. Let the music take you.
I'll get it.
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Are you sure it's Ann?
I'm afraid so-- fingerprints and dental records confirm it.
And the birthmark on her left shoulder.
When we found Ann's body this morning,
she'd been dead just over 24 hours.
How did she die?
She was shot through the head.
We found her in a flat less than a mile from here.
Oh, my God.
Mr. Holgate, did your sister try and contact you recently?
No.
Or any time in the last 38 years?
No.
She was using the name Ann Hegarty.
Does that mean anything to you?
Can you confirm where you were at 6:00 a.m. on Sunday morning?
I was here with my wife. Asleep.
There was no one else in the house.
Our daughters have just gone to India on a walk for charity.
Do you have security cameras? Just for elimination.
Err, yeah, we do, but I don't know, err...
All the camera stuff is in the downstairs hallway cupboard.
Just take whatever you need.
All these years, wondering what happened to her.
Why didn't she contact me?
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- What do you think? - Well, it's-- it's a shock.
Err, excuse me?
Erm...
What happened to Ann, it really damaged Mark.
He lost his family
and he's just always blamed himself for not protecting her.
He needs answers, detective.
We all do. Please.
I'll do my best, Mrs. Holgate.
Thank you.
##
The Holgates' CCTV cameras.
Lucy comes home 7:00 p.m Saturday.
Mark is just after 9:00.
No one leaves until 11:45 a.m. Sunday,
which is nearly six hours after Ann Holgate was shot.
Ma'am. Ballistics.
Bullet striations don't match with anything on the database,
but the weapon-- a Marakov 9x18mm?
It's Russian military issue.
DCI McDonald? D.S. Dodds?
Sit down. Both of you.
Did Mark Holgate kill his sister?
No. His alibi checks.
Russian weapon, one shot--
looks like a professional killing.
Not ruling that out, ma'am.
O.C.G. Task Force Intelligence file.
Over my two years with the Unit,
Mark Holgate was a level one target.
People trafficking, prostitution--
Holgate launders the profits,
but keeps himself well insulated.
I didn't see Mark Holgate as someone
who started as a street level thug.
He looked so normal.
A few misdemeanours in his teens.
By his early twenties, he was crime group middle management.
A cut above your average thug.
Marries the daughter of a GP and a lecturer.
They meet while she's doing her teacher training.
He goes to Uni, does an MBA,
assumes the life of your average wealthy fund manager,
but all the while, using his "boutique" investment fund,
he's moving from sterilising dirty money
for 30% commission to some kind of impresario.
Nowadays, Mark Holgate initiates
and finances large scale cross-border
criminal enterprises.
He destroys lives, families, communities at several removes.
You think he had his sister shot?
On his own doorstep practically?
We can't rule it out, can we?
But this is an opportunity.
You have a duty to keep the bereaved informed
about any developments in your enquiries.
One smoking gun is all we need,
one loose brick to pull his whole house down.
And a few other houses too. Clear?
Yes, ma'am.
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Hi.
We need to go and see the girls.
Now.
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I still can't believe
that Mr. Holgate's some sort of crime lord.
And why is the death of his sister an opportunity?
Well, we can get inside his life and his family.
Subtly, we put a bit of pressure on him,
destabilise him, maybe he makes a mistake.
Well, if he's, you know, a criminal mastermind,
won't he know that we're doing that?
Well, he'll suspect, of course, but--
Okay, so we're just two low level coppers, doing our duty.
Don't give him a cause to think we've got another agenda, okay?
Okay, so, erm,
I'm a cop, posing as a non-undercover cop.
Whatever works for you.
He's not answering my texts.
The boyfriend.
Do you think I was too harsh about the washing tab box?
Well, it's just your way, ma'am. He must be used to it by now.
Can we come in, sir?
Err, actually it's a bit inconvenient at the moment.
We've got builders in-- a problem with the foundations.
Hey, listen, what's with the uniformed officers
passing by every hour?
Oh, that's just standard procedure, Mr. Holgate.
Cos your sister's death was a firearms incident,
we like to keep an eye
on the immediate family of the deceased.
Okay. Thanks.
I apologise if this is disturbing,
but the ballistics team have established
that the weapon used to shoot your sister
was a Marakov 18mm, Russian military issued.
Which means that we can't rule out
that your sister's murder might have been professional.
Okay.
Sorry, again, to ask, but have you any idea
why someone would want to shoot your sister like that?
I'm sorry, what sort of question is that?
I mean Mark hasn't seen Ann for...
Oh, going on your holidays?
Yeah, we're flying to India tomorrow to visit our daughters.
Had it planned months ago.
That's not helpful, sir.
Well, look, if there are any developments,
we can be back within a day.
We miss our daughters. Life goes on.
Erm-- Erm, we could postpone if--
No, we can't.
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Ma'am, it is a bit odd, him going away,
but I understand it.
And I-- well, I understand the-- the whole picture,
but we've got the three from the crime scene.
I mean, where did it come from, and how did it get there, and--
CPS have just got in touch about the Susie Green case.
When you took the written statement from Nevis McLintock,
you didn't get him to sign the declaration on the front,
so you better go and fix that.
Like now.
- W-- - Sorry, Sarge, needs to be done.
Mr. McLin-- Mr. Mclintock!
Forgive me.
It's about your witness statement.
I'm sorry, it-- it's my fault.
We just need you to sign the front of the statement.
Er, we need to read it out to you first.
Okay.
"I arrived at Mrs. Green's at 4:15 on Saturday afternoon.
I parked my van by the side of..."
- Still listening. - Okay. Err, "side of the house.
Just after 5:00 p.m., I looked through the window--
- Van needs a tidy! - I'll just carry on.
"I saw a woman in a long white dress in the hall.
She took something from her handbag, I couldn't see...
what. After that, I didn't pay..."
- Stop. - What is that?
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What is that?
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What's that doing here?
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India?
So, he's getting out of the country
till this blows over.
And if it doesn't blow over, then we'll never see him again.
So, without cause to detain him,
how do we keep him here?
His wife.
We put his key relationship under strain.
Lucy's a kindhearted housewife.
He's alpha and assertive,
but I don't think she wanted to go abroad.
I think she's worried that her family's gonna fall apart.
She really wants to know the truth about Ann,
and she thinks I can get it.
Feels like she's reaching out some how.
Okay. Use that.
Right, everyone, back to choir setup.
##
Is everything okay?
Lucy, I haven't got any leads, and Mark leaving looks...
bad.
Yeah. It's what he wants to do.
And, erm, you know, I have to support him.
I wonder, if I took him back to that old church
where Ann disappeared
and go through his original statement, maybe I could--
maybe I could unlock something,
anything that they might've missed.
What, you want him to relive the whole thing?
Look, I think Ann's murder last Sunday
is connected to her disappearance 38 years ago.
Lucy, you asked me to get you answers.
I'm trying to help.
Alright. I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
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Automated voice: The person you have dialled is not available.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hi, it's me. Can you call me back?
Erm, yeah, call me back.
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Okay. What am I doing back here?
I noticed this white dress when we were here yesterday morning.
And look there, there's a piece missing.
It's been torn off.
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And I've found this in Nevis McLintock's van.
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It's a perfect match.
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Susie Green's EpiPen.
Ann Holgate must have taken it from her bag at the party.
Lola Baker's innocent.
##
Ann Holgate killed Susie Green?
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An interview?
At the church?
Well, DCI McDonald asked me to talk you.
She wants to help. She seems nice.
No. No way. It's not gonna happen.
Mr. McLintock, if I can just take you back
to Saturday afternoon.
You drove to Ms. Green's house, err,
for your weekly slot treating an oak decline problem.
Yeah, well, s-see, some of the older trees are dying.
Because they were planted in Victorian times.
And actually--
If I can just show you this.
CCTV outside Susie Green's house.
There's your van going through.
If I press stop and enlarge, can you see that?
- You okay? - Aye.
Just got a wee bit of double vision, that's all.
Erm, wait. Is that a white dress in there?
That's what it looks like.
Huh.
You told us that you saw Lola Baker at Miss Green's handbag
wearing a white dress-- - Whoa.
Wait. Hold your horses. No, I-- I said I saw someone
that looked like that lady in a white dress.
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You can see how we would conclude
that you haven't been entirely truthful with us--
The woman outside the shop.
Sorry? What woman?
See, I didn't think too much of it at the time,
but when I was drivin' to Mrs. Green's,
I stopped at that wee mini-market
across from Victoria Park, and there was a woman outside,
and she wanted paracetamol,
but didn't want go in cos her ex was inside,
and so would I go in for her?
And so I did.
And I got the paracetamol, and then when I came out,
she wasnae there.
What was she wearing?
A dress and shoes.
Colours, Nevis. What colours?
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White dress.
What did she look like?
Err. Ordinary? Nice?
What age was she?
Thirties? Forties?
Fifties maybe?
Nice. Had a lovely smile.
Nevis McLintock-- he's easily confused.
Easily fooled. Now, if he is telling the truth,
which I believe he is, he's got nothing to do with this.
Then that must mean that Ann Holgate used his van
to get in and out of Susie Green's house.
And frame Lola Baker.
Exactly. Now.
This here is a photograph of Lola Baker's wardrobe,
and it was taken when we searched her house.
Now, look, she wears nothing but white.
Well, if you wanted to frame Lola Baker for the murder
of her mother, you'd have needed to have known that.
And you'd have also need to know
that Susie Green was hosting that party on Saturday.
But Ann could never have known about the party.
However...
How would Mark Holgate have known of all that?
He's got a rock-solid alibi.
No, but why would Mark Holgate wanna kill Susie Green?
Susie Green was an investigative journalist,
fearless, by all accounts.
When we looked into her background,
she'd exposed sex scandals, bribery,
political corruption, and organised crime--
a lot of organised crime.
So, Mark Holgate's activities would've been
right up her street.
Maybe Ann killed Susie to protect her brother?
Okay. We rule nothing in, we rule nothing out.
I'll get Lola released.
So start at Susie's house as a first priority.
Then let's focus on the party. What do we have?
Okay. So, who was at the party at Susie Green's on Saturday?
Ruling out Lola-- why would you frame yourself?
That leaves us with, Cal Baker, her husband,
and Brad Coleman.
So where were they at 6:00 a.m.. on Sunday morning?
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What exactly was Susie Green investigating?
More to the point, who was she investigating?
All these stories, these articles.
Her handwriting is indecipherable,
and most of it's in shorthand.
That's gonna take a while.
I'll shout out a specialist search team.
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Sarge.
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I've come here to organise my mother's funeral.
Oh, and I'm suing for wrongful arrest.
Lola, listen, you do what you have to do.
The force is gonna issue a formal apology, but I'm sorry.
We jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Who killed my mother?
It's possible her death was related to her work.
Did she mention what she was working on recently?
If I asked my Mum about her work,
she'd say it's better you don't know.
What about you, Lola?
Look, we had our issues, and we could be at each other's throats
about everything, but she was an amazing woman.
The stories she ran, the people she took on--
she was fearless cos she had values.
And I'm trying to inherit her values, not her money.
I'm sorry, Lola.
But with your husband's business going under--
Sorry, what?
You didn't know?
No. No, I didn't know that.
Mrs. Baker, can you confirm where your husband was
on Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m., after we released him?
Why?
There's been a second killing,
connected to your mother's death,
on Sunday morning.
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Look I-- I-- I don't know where he went.
He--
He didn't come home till after eight.
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He said he needed to go for a walk to clear his head.
We finished interviewing you at 5:30 am.
So where were you at 6:00 a.m.?
I was at home, trying to sleep, but I couldn't.
Why? What happened on Sunday morning?
A woman named Ann Holgate was shot in her flat.
Who's Ann Holgate?
The person who murdered your mother-in-law.
Lola didn't tell you? We made a mistake.
I thought you'd be happy to hear that.
Yeah. Yeah, I am. I am happy.
I guess doubly happy. You get your wife back.
She gets her mother's money,
and that's certainly enough to get this place back on its feet.
Well, uh, that's good news. Thank you.
So we're still after a murderer.
And that person knew that Lola was gonna be
in Ms. Green's house on Saturday
and set out to frame her.
You think I killed my mother-in-law
and then framed my wife to bail out my business
when everything I've ever done is for Lola?
Are you serious?
Well, I was down at your station, mate, wasn't I?
Giving you a detailed statement.
Actually, Mr. Coleman, we released you at 5:30 a.m...
So, 6:00 a.m., where were you then?
I went straight home, alone.
Couldn't sleep, obviously.
At 6:00 a.m. on Sunday morning,
a woman called Ann Holgate was shot dead in her flat.
Sorry, what-- what's this Ann woman got to do with me?
Because she murdered your fiancee.
What? Hang on. I--
I thought it was Lola.
We made a mistake.
That's some mistake.
We're now considering the possibility
that the person who shot Ann Holgate
colluded with her in the murder of your fiancee,
and then shot Ann Holgate at 6:00 a.m. on Sunday morning.
Whoa. Wait a second.
You think I'm behind two murders?
Seriously?
Let-- Let's-- Let's get it out there, okay?
Erm, I'm no angel.
I've been in trouble with the law before,
low-level stuff. Then I met Susie.
I put all that crap behind me.
Now, you've gotta believe me.
##
Cal still claims he was with Lola at 6:00 a.m.,
and he didn't seem happy she was released.
He's not being straight with us.
Hmm, I could say the same about Mister Coleman.
And he didn't have a verifiable alibi.
So, we rule out Nevis McLintock?
Well, if Nevis is somehow involved in the murder
of Ms. Green, then why would he tell us
about the woman outside the shop?
Hmm.
London? He's in London.
Oh, so he texted you back, did he?
No, I've got a tracking app on him 24/7.
Does he know that?
Course he does. Who do you think I am, Sarge?
- Has he got one on you? - No, I'm police.
It's not allowed.
What is he doing in The Anchor at this time of day?
And don't say it's five o'clock somewhere.
I don't even know what that means, ma'am.
And why's he not answering my calls or my texts?
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Ormond wants a word.
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Mark Holgate's solicitor's been in touch.
He's agreed to the interview at the church.
Very good work, Lauren.
Your approach with his wife worked.
Err-- Erm, approach with his wife?
I reached out to her. I think he might be abusive.
Their relationship shows signs of coercive control.
So did Holgate commission his sister to kill Susie Green?
Is he the one pulling the strings?
Sarge, we need you to go through the Ann Holgate
disappearance file.
You don't need to write this down.
Go over Mark's interview and statements.
- Fine tooth comb. - Ah.
##
Lucy said she wouldn't be on the plane to Mumbai
unless I agree to do this.
Although I hardly to see the point.
It's nearly forty years.
Well, thank you for your co-operation.
I appreciate it. Sergeant Dodds?
So, erm, can I just take you back to the 24th of July,
1986, sir?
Erm, in your own words?
Right, well...
Ann had always wanted to visit this place--
God knows why-- and I tagged along.
When we got here, she told me to go and see the six deadly sins.
Six? Don't you mean seven deadly sins, sir?
Uh, yeah. Seven. So, err, I had a look.
And then when I turned back, she'd gone.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-- oh yeah, no, look, it is 6.
- What? - Well, there's only six
deadly sins here, sir.
Not seven.
So, if Ann told you to go and look at the six deadly sins--
Look, I don't know what she-- it was a long time ago.
Well, it says seven on your written statement,
but I suppose someone could have changed that.
So, if your sister hadn't been here before,
how did she know to tell you to go
and look for the six deadly sins?
I have no idea.
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Ann vanished when your back was turned.
I mean, she must've been here before.
Sir, do you think it's possible
that your sister might've staged her own disappearance?
In your statement, you say
that you didn't call the police straight away.
I thought she'd gone back to get the train,
so that's what I did.
But when I got back home and she wasn't there,
that's when my old man raised the alarm.
So, if she didn't go back to the train station,
her only other route would've been...
this way.
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Why would Ann do that?
I don't know.
Are you acquainted with a woman called Susie Green?
She was murdered in her home in Bath last Saturday afternoon.
Why would you ask me that?
We have compelling evidence that your sister killed her.
Okay, look.
I'm here, on good faith, under the advice from my solicitor,
as a witness, not a suspect.
But thanks for the closure.
##
What are you thinking?
Well, look at all these old barges.
Does anyone live in here? Does anyone use them?
They're sort of... invisible.
I'm thinking about this three hour delay
before the police were called.
Which puts them behind the curve, playing catch-up.
They assume the worst-- a 15-year-old girl
being abducted. They set up road blocks,
cover train stations, watch the airports-- nothing.
All the while, no one's living in these barges.
July '86.
So the vessels using the Bradford-on-Avon East lock.
Well, some've been decommissioned,
but there is still a few on the inland waterway system.
I think I've got the boat Ann left on.
So at 4:13 p.m. on the 24th of July, 1986,
so three hours before the police were alerted,
a barge called The Walrus went through the East lock.
And The Walrus is still moored in Reading.
What, are you sure? I mean it is 30 years ago.
Well, the registered owner of The Walrus was Joe Hegarty.
But he died in 2014.
Ann slips away from her brother,
disappears with this guy, and took his surname?
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Right.
Reading.
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Oh, I heard back from the boyfriend.
Eventually. Late last night.
What is he doing in London?
He said he had a few days off and--
I don't get it.
Why would he just take off like that, out the blue?
Why don't you just ask him?
Oh, he's not answering my texts.
Well, he is, but not properly-- like, one or two word replies.
Well, what about open questions, ma'am?
You know like when-- when-- when you're, erm--
when you interviewing your suspects, like, you know,
open questions, they're good, aren't they?
They get 'em talking?
Yeah, you might be right, Sarge.
When did you get emotional intelligence?
Oh.
Ah, there she is, The Walrus.
Blimey it's, err-- looks lived-in, doesn't it?
Erm, sorry. What're you looking for?
No one-- no one uses this boat anymore.
We're police. DCI Lauren McDonald.
Oh, erm, sorry.
I need to get up to football practice.
We're looking for some information on Ann Holgate,
or Ann Hegarty.
She was killed on Sunday morning.
##
Your interview will have to wait.
He's under sixteen, both parents gone.
We need to put his welfare first.
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Can I just ask one question? Just one.
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Luke, do you recognise this woman?
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Ye-Yeah. She-- She came to the boat
last week, the day mum left.
##
You have a nephew. His name's Luke.
He's 15, and he's all alone.
Now his mum's been shot.
And someone has got to tell him
that his mother murdered Susie Green.
Do you want to meet your nephew, sir?
Perhaps you could be the one to break it to him.
We've also established that Susie Green had been
in contact with your sister.
Do you happen to know anything about that?
You think I don't know what you're doing?
I know how it works in police intelligence.
You use my sister's murder to worm your way into my life.
You come in here with your lies, your fictions,
try and disrupt my business, my family.
My sister murdered Susie Green?
I murdered my sister?
What? Why would they say something like that?
Can you go upstairs, please?
##
It's Ormond. She can't get me on Ann,
so she comes after me on this other thing?
Ormond.
I mean, she takes a very personal interest in me.
She's a bit obsessed.
##
Come on. Ormond? Him?
Ah, ma'am.
Yeah, I know.
Our mission is to find the killer
of Ann Holgate and Susie Green.
Now if it is personal, between him and Ormond,
then our mission is-- is severely compromised.
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Okay, but I'll talk to her.
##
Yes, it's true. It is personal.
But not in that way.
23rd of July, 2019, Mark Holgate and his family
on a city break in Brussels.
Mark peels off alone and meets with Alicia Ortiz,
a Panamanian entrepreneur who's based in Rotterdam.
Mark invests 200K in her property business.
But his investment is actually in ecstasy,
some of which finds its way to a street level dealer
in Bristol.
He sells a contaminated batch of pills to a young man
who's organising a New Year's Eve party for his friends.
31st of December, 2019, at The Hut nightclub,
five people are rushed to A&E.
Four survive, just.
One dies-- a 22-year-old car mechanic,
Philip Ormond.
I joined the choir the day after the inquest.
When you become part of something bigger than yourself,
like singing in a group, you-- you can lose yourself
for a while.
I'm-- I'm so sorry, ma'am.
Ah. The boy, Luke, is ready to be interviewed.
Ma'am.
Probably best that we don't mention
that his mother killed Susie Green.
He's very young.
We'll get to that in time, eh?
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Ma'am.
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Mum and Dad were childhood friends.
They grew up together and lived on The Walrus.
They kept themselves to themselves.
It was all casual work, cash in hand.
They had me and that's-- that's just how it went.
The three of us, no friends.
Then dad died.
So it was just me and mum.
So, your mum left you on the boat last week alone
after the woman that showed you on the photo turned up?
Yeah.
Did she say why she was leaving, Luke?
She told me it wouldn't take long.
Erm, she said she had something to do.
That was all she told me.
Okay.
Did you ever see this man in her company?
Yes, I think that's mum's brother.
I've ever met him, but mum was really scared of him.
Did my mum do something wrong?
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We're still working on that, son.
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Alice, Isla? It's dad.
It's dad!
Can you hear me?
It's a terrible line.
No. No. No. No. No. It's nothing important.
I just-- I just wanted to say I miss you.
I miss you!
And I love you.
Hello?
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Hi, guys. Alright?
- Sarge. - Morning.
You know we didn't take your chair, right?
Yeah.
We know how much it means to you.
I'm sorry, chaps. I-- I just wanna know where it went.
Like, who's got it?
- We don't know. - Well, maybe the cleaners
moved it. - No. No. No.
I interviewed all of them.
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Excuse me?
Oh, sorry.
Do you really think I'd nick you chair?
No.
Do you know, we now know
that Susie Green discovered the whereabouts of Ann Holgate,
who then returns to Bath after Susie's visit.
Yeah, which makes me think
that Susie was doing a story on Mark Holgate.
Otherwise, why was she looking for his long-lost sister?
Yeah, but, Ann, why would she kill Susie Green?
Maybe Mark threatened her?
I don't know.
Look, this whole chair thing,
can't you just forget about it and move on?
No, no, no. Afraid-- Afraid I can't, ma'am.
It's, err, me and my chair. You and your boyfriend.
That's not really the same thing.
The boyfriend's my key relationship.
Is your chair your key relationship?
No, no, no listen. You know, your boyfriend, he--
he-- he's keeping something from you
and it's eating away at you.
But just look around you.
Right? We're supposed to be a team.
All of us.
And someone's taken my chair, and it just breeds mistrust,
suspicion.
Makes me think that some things are being held back from me.
And the super intendant, did you, erm, speak to her?
- Yeah. - And is Mark Holgate right?
Is it, you know, personal?
No.
Ma'am. Australians have come through on Brad Coleman.
Bit more to him than antique dealer.
A lot more.
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Have a seat.
The Bath lifestyle--
it's all about the facades, isn't it?
I've gone full bush, as we say in Australia.
As you can see, I gain nothing from Susie's death, nada.
That's not why we're here.
The firearm used to shoot Ann Holgate
was a Marakov 9x18mm.
Are you familiar with that weapon, sir?
You're ex-military,
five years in the Australian Special forces.
And there were known to have been thousands of Marakov
kicking around Afghanistan, where you served
between 2008 and 2010.
Look, yes, I have killed before.
Legitimately-- more or less.
Did Mark Holgate commission you to kill
your fiancee and then his sister?
Because when we look at who had the capability and opportunity
to carry out these murders, we land on you, Brad.
I didn't kill Susie, alright?
Or anyone else. What do you guys want?
You want me to go on the witness stand?
Cause I'm not doing it, eh.
You don't get to negotiate that.
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Susie gave me this for safe keeping.
She didn't want it in her house.
She told me not to open it.
And I didn't until yesterday,
when you told me that Lola wasn't the one that killed her.
What is this? Why didn't you show me this yesterday?
Come on, mate.
I'm down on my uppers here.
Living in Bath ain't cheap.
Thought I could make a bit of money out of that, you know,
sell it to the papers, maybe.
Or, erm, maybe not.
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Now, erm, we recovered this from Brad Coleman.
These are the highlights.
Now Susie Green, she was writing a piece about Mark Holgate.
And this is a witness statement by Ann Holgate.
And it's signed and dated last Wednesday.
I think that this might be the smoking gun
that you've been looking for, ma'am.
I've got him.
We've just had a call from Lucy Holgate.
Her husband's disappeared.
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We're blocking the airports, and we've got
road cameras looking for his number plate, so--
Oh, no. He-- He's taken my car.
What?
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Yeah, okay. Yeah, so it turns out
that Mark Holgate has taken his wife's car.
Okay. Ping me when you have something.
I'm sorry, what-- look-- I don't understand.
What's...
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So, Mark launders money.
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What?
Drugs, money, profits from people-trafficking,
prostitution, extortion.
What?
He leverages those profits,
and then the organised crime groups that employ
him reinvest that money into more drugs,
more prostitution, more people-trafficking, etcetera.
And we have compelling evidence
that he's behind both the murders of Susie Green
and his own sister.
Well--
I think you better see this.
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I mean, he must have left in quite a hurry,
because he left that door open,
and I-I didn't even know this was down here.
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Oh, God.
Is this another way in and out of the building?
Every morning, I take 20 minutes opening
the shutters in this house
and 20 minutes every night closing them.
So that is five hours a week,
250 hours a year, opening and closing.
Like a puppet.
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I'm sorry.
We have separate bedrooms.
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So, your-- your husband, he--
he could've gone this way on Sunday morning?
Now, I've wondered, but he's, you know-- Mark's--
he's not the kind of man that you question, you know?
If he'd have come this way,
he would've avoided all the security cameras.
We've got a fix on your car.
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car now.
- Get out of the car. - Stay where you are.
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Put your hands where we can see them.
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So, do you want to tell me why I'm here?
Susie Green was investigating you
and your activities.
She found Ann and persuaded her to do a tell-all.
Sarge?
Right, now, erm, this is a full witness statement
from Ann Holgate, your sister,
which we found in the possession of Susie Green.
It's signed and dated, err, there.
And she says that she ran away with her friend Joe Hegarty,
as she wasn't sure what you were capable of.
And that, erm, Joe protected her from you.
Your nephew told us Ann was scared of you.
You threatened her.
Told her that she was not only in danger from you,
but also the people that you work for.
That's why she vanished
and didn't say anything to the police.
What did she witness, Mark?
Are you going to tell us?
Or shall we tell you?
Keep it professional, love.
Sergeant.
Murdered drug dealer named as Gary Graham.
A seventeen-year-old street dealer was stabbed
in an alleyway next to a youth club
in Bathwick in 1986.
The killer was never found.
And the police, they reckoned that was a gang dispute.
And they were right, weren't they?
Because you murdered Gary Graham,
and Ann Holgate witnessed it.
And here, you see, she's--
She's quite specific. She says, err,
"He stabbed him three times in the torso
with two different knives."
Now, the police withheld this information,
which means she wouldn't know it
unless she'd seen it.
So you're under arrest for the murder of Gary Graham.
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I told you it was personal.
We've found your escape route out of your house,
avoiding all those security cameras.
So, Sunday morning.
Sunday morning, I was on a video call in my bedroom
to associates in Dubai between 5:00 a.m. and 7:00 a.m.
I've still got the details. You can check.
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Ann and Susie, both women who threatened
to bring your house down. Both dead.
Not by me. Hands on or hands off.
Both deaths to your advantage.
Cos someone set me up.
Susie Green had a nut allergy and was poisoned with nut oil.
We found her EpiPen in your sister's apartment.
Planted. I'm telling you. Someone's setting me up.
- Who? - I don't know.
Enemies? I don't know. But someone's setting me up.
- Who? - I don't know! I don't know!
Calm down, sir.
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Keep it professional, Mark.
I'm telling you.
You nuggates have missed a trick here.
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Is he right?
Ann Holgate didn't kill Susie Green.
The evidence was planted?
If he's right, what are we left with?
Oh, well, err, Nevis McLintock.
I mean, he's the only one who actually saw the killer, so.
Great. The world's most unreliable eye-witness.
We need to talk to you about the woman
that you saw outside the shops on Saturday.
The one that got into your van.
Aye. Sorry, detective.
The double vision thing, I should've told you about that.
But when yous came to talk to me about the murder of Mrs. Green,
I liked yous. You seemed like decent people,
so I wanted to help you, y'know.
Okay, thanks. So I'm gonna show you a photo.
This photo is of a dead woman.
She's been shot in the head.
Oh.
We've cleaned her up, but take your time.
Is this the woman you encountered on Saturday?
Oh. Oh, sorry.
I don't want to mess you around anymore.
I couldnae say.
Well, can you remember anything? Erm, any detail?
Yeah, she had a lovely wee smile and lovely eyes.
- That doesn't really help us. - What colour eyes?
Brown.
They're blue. Blue eyes. Yeah, Mark Holgate was right.
His sister couldn't have killed Susie.
So, who did?
Nevis, we need to ask you a few more questions about this woman.
Well, y'know, I've told you everything,
and I was a wee bit distracted by her.
- So, erm, distracted? - Well, yes.
Well, y'know, well, y'know, I've never really been
able to keep a girlfriend, y'know, and...
I'm just runnin' out of time, if you like.
I canea really think straight anymore,
and she just seemed so wee and lovely,
and the way she looked at me with those brown eyes.
Y'know it was-- was like she understood.
The way she smiled at me.
Mr. McLintock, now, can you just--
- Can we just go back? - Are you alright yeah?
- Ma'am? - Shhh.
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Airports.
Passenger manifests for every flight leaving the UK today.
And when I say airports, I mean private airfields as well.
Oh, yeah.
I know exactly who I'm looking for.
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Nevis, do you recognise this person?
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Is that the woman who got in to your van last Saturday?
Yeah.
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That's her. Definitely. Definitely.
So, she murdered Miss Green?
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There's water in the back there
if you need it, Lucy.
You know, Ms. Holgate,
the things that give people away never ceases to amaze me.
In this case, it was your characteristic head tilt.
Is that all you've got?
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We've also got your husband.
He'll need telling, won't he?
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All my businesses, all my dealings,
I couldn't have done it without her.
Any of it.
Every decision, every play, she was behind all of it.
Lucy can read people. You give her a problem,
a series of problems, kings and kingmakers
with big egos and big reputations to manage,
she'd pull over.
She'd play them all against each other.
When you told me about Ann's death...
We need to go and see the girls, now.
...I thought my sister's shooting was a message
from my enemies.
You're being paranoid. It looks bad if you run.
Lucy... Lucy, wanted to keep me
in your crosshairs.
That interview at the church, she persuaded me to do it.
Listen to me. McDonald thinks you're hiding something
about Ann's disappearance.
But you're not, are you?
No.
So co-operate with them.
Hmm? Show them you're sincere.
So, all that dominating husband, compliant wife was just...
for public consumption.
Why? Why did she wanna keep you here?
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From the start, I set a firewall up to protect Lucy--
so that, if I was ever legally compromised,
she'd be immune and I'd draw all the heat.
When you found Luke,
I knew that it was only a matter of time
before you'd get to Gary Graham and everything else.
So I did what she wanted...
what she'd being planning for all along.
This morning, I signed everything over to her--
the businesses, the properties, the investments,
cleaned up the income streams, everything, and then--
And then she called us and got you arrested.
I'm not going to testify against her.
But your wife of, what, 20 years is making you look stupid.
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I got as close to her as anyone ever could.
But beneath that facade, there's nothing.
Nothing.
Why did she turn on you?
The one thing I never told her in all these years,
I never mentioned Gary Graham.
I'm not gonna testify against her.
You'll be put away for a long time, Mark.
It's not that.
It's because I still love her.
I still love her.
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He won't testify and she won't crack.
We don't have any physical evidence against her,
and our only eye-witness has episodes of double vision.
So what else is there?
The greater good.
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So it's my decision.
You're the boss, ma'am.
Okay, I'll talk to the appropriate agencies.
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- Any joy with your chair? - Err, no, no.
Erm, but you're right,
Ma'am, there's plenty more fish in the sea.
I've moved on. It's an unsolved mystery.
Well, you've cracked the case
about the moody diva gas fitter in London.
We had barny about what we're gonna do next weekend.
He wanted to have a barbecue. I wanted to gut the flat.
Well, can't you do both?
No. When I gut, I gut.
Anyway, I blurted out something about actually quite liking Bath
and not missing London, and he just hangs up.
See, the plan was always to go back to London.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course yeah.
- Right, ready? - Yeah, I think so.
Erm, are you?
Yeah.
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We're questioning you under caution, Mrs. Holgate,
on the suspicion of the murders of Susie Green
and Ann Holgate.
My client has prepared a statement.
I'd prefer it from the horse's mouth.
My client has prepared a statement.
Okay. Let's see where that takes us.
"My marriage to Mark Holgate was a 20-year prison sentence.
I have been gaslighted and coerced--"
Facts, not fiction, please.
"Susan Green was a friend.
We became close through our Pilates class.
She told me she'd discovered Mark's missing sister,
who was prepared, err,
to testify he'd fatally stabbed Gary Graham in 1986.
Susie told me that I should get myself
and my daughters away from Mark.
My whole life was about to come crashing down.
She gave me a week to do so."
And did she also tell you that Ann Holgate
was lodging at Lycombe court?
No comment.
And did she tell you about her engagement party on Saturday?
No comment.
"I was, of course, distressed by the news.
But such was my husband's hold over me--"
Oh, come on. Cut the act. It's not gonna wash.
Your husband has alibis for both the murders,
and we have a witness who can positively identify you.
Nevis McLintock has already misidentified
the murderer of Susie Green.
As for the shooting of Ann Holgate,
my client was at home.
It was you who used your basement escape route--
Do you have one shred of physical evidence
that places Mrs. Holgate in that apartment on Sunday morning?
To be clear, DCI McDonald,
you're proposing a four-year sentence for my client
for financial irregularities.
- Four years? - No murder charges.
What? Well, she did it! She did both the murders!
Sergeant Dodds, please.
Authorised by the CPS
and the National Police Intelligence agency,
in exchange for the ongoing supply of information
on all Mark Holgate's associates and operations
We want everything, Lucy.
I'm a goldmine.
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- Four years? - It was the best we could do.
Right, two for each murder?
She's not gonna crack. You can see that.
She's an extremely high value intelligence asset.
The things she knows-- connections, dates, names--
this stuff is invaluable.
Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?
You and Ormond.
And you didn't tell me that it is personal for Ormond!
No, I didn't cause... I'm your boss. Okay?
Luke Hegarty has lost his mother.
It's for the greater good. We are gonna save a lot of lives--
- Lola Baker lost her mother. - Oh, shut up!
We haven't got one piece of trace evidence,
we haven't got one reliable eyewitness that places Lucy--
She slipped out of her house on Sunday morning!
Where's the proof? Where is it?
Well, I don't know! I mean, I-I can't--
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What?
- My client is-- - Shut up!
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I'm sorry. Sorry, sir. Won't be a moment, sir.
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Right, give me an hour, and take her back to her house,
and don't let her sign anything.
Okay, Sarge. You've got it.
The three. Do we have the three?
- Pardon? - The number three!
Ah, yes, err...
It's... Yeah.
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Sarge?
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Why have you brought me here?
When you're ready, Lucy.
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Mrs. Holgate, if I can just take you back to Sunday morning.
Now, erm, your husband was on a video call to Dubai.
This was between 5:00 and 7:00 a.m.
Now, he never left his bedroom.
My client didn't leave her bedroom.
And won't lie for him.
But if she had...
Where's he going with this?
Downstairs, I think.
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Quite a mess, isn't it?
And anyone tryna access the secret escape route,
they'd, err--
they'd have to pick their way through all of this.
And all the electrics are re-routed.
You see?
But the chaps, y'know, they followed the correct procedure.
They've re-labelled the fuse box with this.
It's a temporary signage system.
So, look, there we go, that is the fifth floor.
So that's C5. Fourth floor, C4.
Third floor, C--
Oh, look at that.
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But where's the number three?
If you see there, Ms. Holgate, the C is still in place,
but below it, there's some adhesive, you see.
Oh, where is the number three?
Oh, I suppose it must have fallen off.
Yeah. But it's not here. It's gone.
Okay, okay, this needs to stop now.
The missing number three, Sergeant Dodds.
Do you happen to know where it is?
I do, Detective Chief Inspector McDonald.
I have it right here.
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There. Look at that.
Perfect fit.
And there's even a scratch--
it's running continuously across the "C" onto the three.
So, this little tile came from this house, from this very spot.
And I believe it was accidentally picked up
on someone's shoe
and deposited next to Ann Holgate's corpse.
By you, Mrs. Holgate.
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There we are.
Oh, err, thank you very much.
Ah. It's like Christmas, isn't it?
Err, now, we recovered these from upstairs.
On the sole of your right shoe,
we found traces of adhesive,
and once our forensics team have processed it,
and they're very good,
it will match the adhesive found on this little chap.
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Deal's off.
We've got your client on the murder of Ann Holgate.
I have to close all the shutters now.
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What're you looking at?
Someone that's going away for a very long time.
Hey, don't beat yourself up about it,
but you couldn't have done this without my wife.
She put me here, not you.
How does that make you feel?
Better than it felt this morning.
Bin him.
Yes, ma'am. This way, Mr. Holgate.
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It wouldn't have happened if Mark just told me everything.
But he didn't.
Y'know, the stabbing of the boy and Ann's disappearance.
He broke the seal of trust.
And I can't function, you see, unless I know everything.
So I decided to send him down and take all of his money.
That's my nature.
And once someone like me is powered into life,
well, you have to fill the vacuum, don't you?
How?
I learnt behaviours from friends.
So wife, mother. Lovely Lucy. Seen but not noticed.
Even found myself the right man to marry.
Mark still loves you.
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Hmm.
And your daughters.
The only emotion I've ever been able to feel is anger.
Better than being able to feel anything.
It can be quite the solo mission.
And now I'm crying.
because I don't feel anything.
How does that work?
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I've taken a lot of confessions in my time.
They are long and intense, and by the end of it,
you know the person better than when you started.
Not Lucy. She was different.
So, erm, the boyfriend? Erm, London?
Yeah. He is talking to me,
but I'm going to have to play that one by ear.
Let him have that barbecue at the weekend.
Absolutely not. I need to gut the--
Oh, you're right, Sarge.
Where did you get the emotional intelligence?
Well, I got it from you, ma'am.
It's tricky, isn't it?
If it's not a gas fitter who can't open a washing tab box,
it's a broken chair.
Ormond.
She wants a word with both of us.
I owe you an apology, Sergeant.
Oh-- Oh, well, y'know, were all under a lot of pressure
and you know you snapped, but--
Why would I apologise for that?
Oh, well, you wouldn't. I mean, oh, who ever.
There's something you need to know.
There's no easy way to share this,
but I stole your chair.
My own chair malfunctioned
and I like to have my feet on the ground when I'm working.
Don't we all?
I've ordered you a new one--
the Modulator Mark 4, special edition.
Mark 4?
Hmm.
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Back to work.
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