Where you going, back to your mom and dad's?
My mom and dad's?
How old do you think I am?
Come on, jump in. You'll be my last fare.
Heavy night?
It's half 3:00 in the morning.
What do you think? - Yeah.
Have one of these. Rehydrate.
You'll feel a lot better.
♪ There once was a place with mudlands a-lonely ♪
♪ Way, hey, ho
♪ And I'll seek, and I'll search ♪
♪ And I know that I'll find it ♪
♪ Way, hey, ho
♪ I know the wind, she blows
♪ I know the tides are low
♪ But you'll find me at the white post ♪
♪ You'll find me at the white post ♪
Is it pronounced "edel-weiss" or "eedel-vise"?
I really don't see you as a Captain von Trapp.
Eh, nor can Dolly.
I'm the last resort.
No.
Think about it.
They asked Mike before they asked me.
You're not doing this to try and get
back with Ruby, are you?
No.
Nah, we're, uh-- we're just friends.
But they don't have anyone else,
and it's important to her, so...
You're saving the day.
Yeah.
And they're still making me audition.
You never know. You might like it, acting.
Might be something to think about after uni.
Oh, I don't know.
I was actually thinking about following in your footsteps.
What, running the restaurant?
As if.
Nah, the investigating stuff.
Maybe I'll join the police force.
Well, it was your dream, wasn't it,
when you were about my age?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, I'm thinking about it.
Well, you're going to uni first.
You are, Charlie.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll go.
There she is. Pass me the camera.
She's the hit-and-run driver?
Yeah.
Evie Blake.
She killed Mike's wife.
Well, she hit the car, but Mike jumped the light.
Single mom?
Yeah.
Hmm.
Seem like a nice family.
They do.
You haven't told Mike yet?
No, not yet.
What are you waiting for?
A good reason to ruin her life.
Ryan Sharp.
Cabbie with a string of violent convictions.
Common assault, GBH.
10 years ago, beat a rape charge in court.
Is that so?
You know how these cases go.
His word against the victim's.
Maybe she had the last word.
Dad!
Dad! Aah!
Suspects?
Victims.
There was a second trial, collective action.
Strength in numbers.
How'd he get away with it?
A slick lawyer.
A real animal.
He sounds like a scumbag.
She.
Ryan's lawyer was a woman.
Rhea Collis.
I don't know how she lives with herself.
Maybe we should pay her a visit,
see if she can narrow down our suspects.
PC Charlie Nolan.
I think he'd look good in a uniform.
What do you reckon, Ruby?
He'd be chasing shoplifters, not strolling down a catwalk.
Nah, no uniform for me.
Fast track to detective--
murders, armed robberies, serious crime.
Decaf latte with oat milk and a caramel drizzle.
Ew, talking about serious crimes.
Uh, the snog. Chop-chop.
A gunshot? You're sure?
Thanks, Charlie.
I found a bullet.
I gave it to my solicitor.
Not the police?
No.
Well, why would anyone want to shoot you?
I was an investment banker.
Got in over my head,
ended up working with some, uh, dodgy types.
Uh, I mean, it was exciting for a while.
We were rebellious, antiestablishment,
playing the system, you know.
You were crooks.
A lot of people lost a lot of money.
After I was arrested, I decided to help the police.
I-I turned whistleblower.
And you got off free.
My solicitor cut a deal, yes.
The really bad people, they went to prison.
And the guys that they swindled--
Got their money back?
They got justice.
Rhea Collis?
You're Ryan Sharp's solicitor.
Not anymore.
I'm retired.
Oh, I know what this is about.
I heard about it on the news.
Is he really dead?
Mm.
Well, there's no shortage of people who'd want Ryan dead.
Like his victims.
Like his accusers.
According to the law, he's innocent.
Thanks to you.
Wasn't my job to like Ryan.
I was hired to give him the best defense.
Justice won't work without a commitment to that ideal.
You think Ryan going free was justice?
Ryan being murdered...
is that more like it?
So we're clear, I have an alibi for the other night.
I was at a dinner party and it went late,
so I stayed over with friends.
This conversation's over.
Thank you.
Appreciate it. Thanks.
That's great. Thanks.
What you got?
No priors.
She's squeaky-clean.
How about you?
Her alibi stands up.
But something's not right.
Yeah, it's the way she just told us.
Without us even asking, just blurts it out.
Mm.
Yeah, she's hiding something.
Here we go.
Yeah.
Ah, Whitstable's very own Sherlock Holmes.
Mm.
What's that make you, Perry Mason?
Hardly.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Please.
There it is.
I think you should go to the police.
The police dragged Anthony out of his house at dawn.
They cuffed him in front of his child.
Someone tried to shoot him in front of his child.
Or scare him.
Well, I wouldn't take the risk.
Well, maybe Anthony doesn't want the police
rooting around his house.
Why, is he still scarred from the arrest?
Or he's worried about what they'll find.
Another scam?
Leopards don't change their spots, hmm?
Think about that before you take the case.
Well, why did you defend him, then?
Oh, it's my life's work.
What's all this?
You having a clear-out or retiring?
Something like that.
What's that mean?
I've defended worse people than Anthony--
murderers, gangsters, career criminals.
How do I look myself in the mirror?
I never ask my clients if they committed the crime.
The law of averages suggests
I must have stopped innocent people going to prison.
But by the same token, I must have
helped guilty people go free.
The only way to live with myself is not to know.
But you did know.
You knew Anthony was guilty, and you helped him cut a deal.
You fancy a quick, uh, cigarette break?
Uh, they got rid of those.
But I can take five minutes for my mental health.
So he's retiring, then?
More time at the golf club.
Yeah, and the rest.
He goes to South Africa on his holidays,
shoots warthogs with AK-47s, and calls himself a hunter.
Ah.
Why did you leave the door open when I was in his office?
Um, I shouldn't gossip.
He's handsy.
But that's just another word for--
Creep.
Gabriel is not retiring.
He's being pushed.
His wife's kicked him out too.
It's over for men like him.
5, 4, 3, 2...
- I'll check this way. - I'll go this way.
Mike.
Mike!
Huh?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You see her?
No, she's not here.
Sorry. Sorry.
You need to be more careful, Pearl.
You take too many risks. - I kept my distance.
I knew what I was doing. - No, you don't know
what you're doing. - So what have we got?
We've got one murder... - That's the point.
You're reckless. - One attempted murder.
I was one step ahead, as usual.
Think about it: you got two defense lawyers
with guilty consciences. - You should have called
the police; there's proper procedures.
They can both handle firearms.
Why are you always coming to me for answers, then, Mike?
What if they planned the perfect crime?
You can't take the law into your own hands.
Hold that thought.
Gabriel and Rhea, they're both retiring with regrets, right?
That's what I'm saying.
And they hate themselves
for helping guilty people go free.
So they've taken the law into their own hands.
And avenged each other's worst mistakes.
Yeah, I just said that.
No one would suspect Rhea of killing Anthony.
And Gabriel has no connection to Ryan.
both: It's the perfect crime.
Is it?
Ryan's cab was found half a mile from here.
The CCTV cameras nearby were all disabled.
Maybe Gabriel sabotaged them.
Probably.
But he missed this speed camera.
This car drives past five minutes
after the predicted time of death.
Got him.
Come on, pick up.
This is Anthony Corella.
Please leave a message.
Anthony, call me back when you get this.
Those things will be the end of you.
Gabriel Slade, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Ryan Sharp.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.
And anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Hello!
Anthony?
Hello?
Please.
I don't deserve this.
What do you deserve?
This big house?
The flash car out there?
The chance to make all the same mistakes again?
What about the people you conned?
Did they deserve to lose everything?
I helped the police.
Their savings? Their homes?
Their health? - I gave names.
All because of your greed!
The ringleaders went to prison.
And you went free.
No!
Please, I'm--I'm a dad.
Don't do this to my son.
Who are you?
I'm a private detective.
The police are on their way.
Rhea, please.
You know this isn't right.
Rhea.
Please.
Hey, love. It's me. It's Mom.
Yeah, I'm okay.
Listen, um, forget about joining the police, yeah?
Promise me you'll go to uni.
You shot Ryan Sharp.
I did.
And you conspired with Rhea Collis
to kill Anthony Corella.
Retirement brings about a large dose of self-reflection.
I looked myself in the mirror, and I didn't like what I saw.
You'll get there.
A lifetime spent with bad people corrupts the soul.
We find ways to escape.
I drank too much.
I made terrible choices.
My career cost me my marriage, my family, my home.
Why Anthony?
Of all the rogues I defended...
I didn't buy his conversion.
Crook to whistleblower, it was naked self-interest,
another con job.
People think he's a hero for ratting out his colleagues.
Why does he get a second chance?
Why does he get to be the good guy?
Well, now it's my turn to be the hero.
You're going down, mate.
Well, Rhea might.
Attempted murder of a banker,
depends which way the wind blows.
Oh, I see. You wanted to get caught.
I killed a multiple rapist, a vicious criminal.
His victims will cheer me into court.
The tabloids will lionize me.
My family will take me back.
Doesn't matter what the courts decide.
This is my redemption.
I'm not sorry.
Ryan Sharp was an evil man.
His case plagued me.
He drove me into retirement.
He made me reassess my whole career,
the mistakes I've made,
the things I wish I'd done.
I denied these victims justice.
And now I'm giving it to them.
Revenge.
So his victims can move on.
This isn't about Ryan's victims.
This is about you.
You couldn't live with the guilt.
And now I can.
I'm finally at peace.
Guv.
I staked out the scene of the crash
on the anniversary of the accident.
She put some flowers by the side of the road,
and I followed her home.
I spoke to Mike's old partner.
He showed me a bit of CCTV footage of the accident.
The reg plates, you can't make them out,
but that's the same car.
What if I tell Mike?
She could go to prison. Her kids could go into care.
And if you don't?
Nothing changes.
She lives her life.
And Mike?
He's working on it, right?
The grief therapy and the bucket list.
Mike needs the truth.
The therapy, the list,
they're just painting over the cracks.
- Hey. - Hi.
We've been here before.
- Dolly's secret beach hut. - Mm.
Yeah. Flash's letter.
Did I ever thank you for that?
You didn't have to.
I've got a letter for you.
I've been doing some detective work.
And I found the person that was driving the other car.
Her name's Evie Blake.
Truth is all in there, Mike.
Right, you just couldn't help yourself, could you?
I'm not sure how I feel about this.
Think I might need your help reading it.
Okay.
"Dear Mike,
"I started to write so many letters to you,
"and I'm sorry that this is the first one that I've sent.
"I know a bit about you,
"that you're a detective and from London.
"And I know about your wife.
"I've replayed the day of the accident so many times
"in my head, going over choices I wish I could change.
"At that time, I was exhausted.
"I was on my own with my twin baby girls.
"I'd lost all sense of day and night with sleeplessness.
"I had no one to ask for help.
"I remember Ella was asleep in her cot
"and Nina was crying and crying.
"I knew that I could get her to sleep
"if I took her for a short drive in the car.
"So I left Ella in her cot
just while I drove Nina round the block."
"I remember waiting at the light, singing to Nina.
"Just as she closed her eyes, the lights went green.
"I put my foot down.
"Then everything happened so fast.
"I know that you jumped the lights
"to do the right thing.
"I read that you were chasing a dangerous criminal.
"I've questioned if I did the right thing
"by not staying at the scene.
"If I'd waited in the car after the accident,
"then you would have known the truth.
"But my baby would have been home alone.
"And what if she'd woken up and I wasn't there?
"What if social services had found out?
What if they'd taken my kids away?"
"Split-second decisions.
Wrong choices for the right reasons."
"Decisions that will haunt us for the rest of our lives."
"I've enclosed my address, but I wouldn't blame you
if you inform the police."
"But maybe you'll walk up to my front door
"so that I can invite you inside
"and you can meet my girls
"and we can talk.
"And maybe together,
we can find some peace."
"Evie."
Mike?
Do you, um--
do you want to come in?
- Oh, good. - Lovely.
- Here we are. - Thank you.
I'm starving.
Oh.
Tom would have loved this.
- Mom. - I'm just saying.
You lost a good one there.
- What? - I was always saying,
wasn't, I, Ruby, that you two were so good together.
Mm-hmm.
What was that thing he always used to say,
that French phrase?
Oh, uh, "A nos amours."
So pretentious.
"To those we love."
That's the one.
To those we love.
- To those we love. - To those we love.
To those we love.
And to Maria, to Captain von Trapp,
and to the Mother Superior!
Pearl, are you coming?
I'll catch you up.
I went to see her.
Evie.
And?
You know, I always imagined that...
the other driver was someone...
Careless,
someone who just didn't care.
And what did you find?
Someone like me.
I think I'm starting to realize that...
I'm always gonna have to live
with what happened that day.
But that doesn't mean that I can't still have a life.
You know?
Yeah.
Thank you.
I don't know if I said that, but--
You don't have to thank me.
Suppose there's just one more thing left to do now
on that list.
What's that?
I'm dreading it.
What?
Skydiving.
It's not funny. I hate heights.
Me too.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I could offer to do it with you.
- Face our fears together. - Mm.
Really?
Maybe.
Right.
No.
I am here for you, though.
Just not 8,000 feet in the air.
Anywhere else.