[Indistinct conversations] Jeremy: Ah!

Ah!

Sorry, sorry!

Sorry, everyone.

Judith: We're late.

Huge apologies.

Yes, I know, I know, I know.

Hang on.

There we go.

Alright.

In you go.

Woman: Thank you.

I should never have had that last champagne cocktail last night.

You look wonderful, darling.

Maybe, but I don't feel wonderful.

Oh.

What's wrong, darling?

Did I actually just berate myself for having an extra cocktail?

Yes, my love.

Something has to change, Jeremy.

I was not born to work!

Do you hear me?

[Mid-tempo music plays] ♪ ♪ [Gunshot] [Woman screaming] [Shouting in French] [Dramatic music plays] ♪ [Theme music plays] ♪ Do you remember the first time ♪ ♪ That my eyes set on you?

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪ For sometime never ♪ Or sometime soon ♪ The road is a long one ♪ I was only passing through ♪ I was only passing through [Down-tempo music plays] [Birds crying, bell tolling in distance] Let me know when I can switch it on.

Do not let go of that ladder till my feet are firmly back on the ground.

C'est magnifique, non?

Yeah, lovely.

It's Austrian hand-cut crystal.

Right.

I paid only 1,000 euro for it.

[Glass clanking] How much?

It should sell for at least 2,000.

[Door opens] Do you want this stuck up or not?

Hiya!

Hey.

Are you all right up there?

What do you think?

He hates ladders.

I asked him to fix a roof tile at my house once.

Thought he was gonna have a nosebleed.

Your roof was a lot higher than this ladder.

Oh, so I can let go of the ladder, then?

Don't you dare.

[Both laugh] I-I'm sorry I'm late.

I was, um, waiting in for this... Himalayan calendar to be delivered.

You found one?

Oui, oui.

I cannot believe you sourced that.

[British accent] Well done, love.

Merci beaucoup.

What's a Himalayan calendar, then?

A perpetual-display calendar.

It means you can use it year after year.

It's hand-carved.

And these little beads here, well, they're made of real bone.

Ugh!

Real bone?

Who on earth would want something like that?

Oh, it's a game her and Jeremy have going on.

What?

He has fun discovering an unusual object, and then he challenges me to go and source it for him.

More money than sense, really, but it pays the rent.

[Cellphone ringing] Somebody's ringing.

You be careful, love.

Coming down.

Hold me hand.

Hold me hand.

Have you got my hand?

Here we go.

[Exhales deeply] Can I switch it on now?

Yeah.

Go on.

[Gasps] -Hey.

-Oh!

[Down-tempo music plays] Hello.

A bubble in the space-time continuum has connected you to the voicemail of Dominic Hayes.

Please leave a message.

[Beep] Hello, Dom.

It's me.

Give us a call when you get this message, could you?

[Music continues] [Indistinct conversations] What's happened?

A poor woman has been shot!

Oh, my goodness.

That's horrific!

I think I know a way we can help.

Of course.

Anything.

This crowd isn't going anywhere soon, and they need to be fed.

Why don't we give away one of my world-famous crepes?

I think "world" is pushing it a bit, darling.

I think that's a lovely idea, Jeremy.

So when people spend 5 euros or more in the pub, they get a free crepe!

But then you would be making a profit from a horrible crime, wouldn't you?

No, not at all, Gloria.

People would be spending money in the pub anyway, and business needs a boost.

It's a win-win situation.

Ooh, and I'm sure all those hardworking police and forensic officers will need feeding, too.

M-Maybe leave the crepes and concentrate on finding a new manager and running the actual bar.

Well, I think it's a wonderful idea.

Well done, darling.

Thank you, darling.

Come on!

Let's go and see who that is in the car.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks for that.

Yeah.

Pleasure.

Reminds me of me nan.

What?

Well, "Crystal Chandeliers" by Charley Pride.

That was her favorite song.

That is one of my favorite songs, too.

I love country and western.

Yeah?

Oh, my nan was a massive country fan.

She bought a camper van and she traveled all the way across the UK as a line-dance teacher.

"Fancy Nancy" they used to call her.

[Chuckles] So, do you know how to line-dance, then?

Pshh.

Yeah.

Of course.

Do you?

Yeah!

I never mentioned it before?

No.

No, no, you haven't.

Mm.

[Clears throat] That reminds me.

I inherited all her country-and-western records.

We should have a C-and-W evening.

Might even teach you both a little chassé or two.

I would love that.

Yeah!

Yeah, we'll make a night of it, yeah?

Play nothing but country-and-western music.

Oui!

I have some absolute magnifique records upstairs.

One moment.

Ooh.

Yeah.

Great idea.

[Cellphone rings, buzzes] [Exhales deeply] Hiya.

[Down-tempo music plays] Oh.

That -- That's awful.

Yeah, o-of course.

♪ A woman has been shot in broad daylight at the bus stop in the square.

What?

Caron said she was holding one of our bags with an antique book inside and was she in the shop this morning?

He's on his way around to see if we remember her.

I-I need to talk to Charlie.

[Mid-tempo music plays] The eggs were freshly laid this morning.

You just told a lie.

How do you know?

What?

Exactly.

Neither of us knows for sure, so we might as well pretend.

Right.

It's important to keep hope alive in times like these.

What?

By lying to everyone?

It's an egg, Gloria.

Get a grip.

Yes, love?

Six crepes, please.

Right.

Come on, darling!

I promised everyone a crepe now!

Get on with it!

Six more crepes, please!

[Up-tempo music plays] Aah!

[Skillet rattling] Uncle Patrick.

[Exhales deeply] Hiya.

Yeah, that's definitely one of ours.

The woman's I.D.

says her name is Belinda Scott, and she was holding it when she got shot.

Can you recall your customers this morning?

Charlie was here.

I was in late.

What did she look like?

Reddish-brown hair, young.

Ah, oui.

I remember her.

I sold her a first edition of, uh... "Our Mutual Friend" by Charles Dickens to her.

This book?

Oui.

It was a very special preorder.

I was nervous that she wasn't going to, uh, turn up.

How much did she pay for it?

6,700 euros.

How much?!

How long do you have to know me before you get your head around this antique malarkey, eh?

Oh, come on.

Nearly 7 grand for a book?

It's not just a book.

It's a Charles Dickens first edition.

Oh.

Caron: Did she pay by card?

Uh, no.

She paid in cash.

Unusual?

Little.

But, uh, all of the notes were checked.

Has she been in here before?

Not that I know of, no.

[Cellphone rings, buzzes] Ah.

They have tracked down Belinda's address.

Jean, could I ask for your help?

First-edition Dickens are not my area of expertise.

Yes, yes, of -- of course.

Um, I've got to get off.

Uncle Patrick's turned up early.

I've got to sort him out.

-I'll see you at the pub later.

-Yeah, yeah.

Great.

Let me know if I can do anything else, huh?

Thank you for your help.

No problem.

[Down-tempo music plays] ♪ [Doorbell rings] Giving bereavement news is one of the worst parts of my job.

I'm sure.

Caron: How did you know Ms.

Scott?

She is... ...was nanny to my little girl.

I lost my wife to cancer three years ago.

It nearly killed me, too, but I had to stay on top of things for my little girl.

She's nearly 11 now, but it's been a struggle.

What time is it?

She gets dropped off from soccer practice at any time.

[Sighs] What am I going to say to her?

Look, I know this is a very difficult question, but do you know of anyone who would want to murder Belinda?

As far as I know, she didn't know anyone here.

She was doing this nanny job so she could save up to start her M.A.

course next year.

Save up?

Yes.

Pardon, but if she was saving up, how did she afford an expensive Charles Dickens first edition?

A what?

The book was in her possession when she was -- At the, um, at the time of the incident.

But that is impossible.

There is no way that she would have that kind of money spare.

[Sighs] This is so horrible.

[Doorbell rings] That'll be her.

You must leave through the back door.

Oh!

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

Quickly, please.

[Down-tempo music plays] ♪ Hello, you.

Hey.

I've just been 'round yours, but you weren't in.

Oh, sorry I missed you.

I was putting up a chandelier for Jean.

What?

You, up a ladder?

Alright, don't start.

I remember you nearly passing out at the top of a slide once.

I wouldn't have minded, but you were 14 and 6'2".

[Laughs] Yeah.

I'll never forget the face of that St.

John's ambulance man as he guided me down.

Hey, I'm sorry to land meself on you like this.

That's alright.

I thought you weren't coming till next week.

I've not got your room ready yet.

I was supposed to be taking our Sandra to the seaside, but she had to work, so I thought I'd cut me losses and come early.

You don't mind, do you?

Are you joking?

No.

I'm thrilled to see you.

Come here!

Ah!

Ooh!

Right.

Hey, fancy a pint?

Thought you'd never ask.

Found one.

Oh!

I thought I'd got you this time.

Ah, you have to get up earlier than that, my friend.

[Group cheering] Oh, we only put up the dart board last week.

Found it in the cellar.

Regulars love it.

Hey!

Hello, Patrick.

You sit down.

I'll get the drinks.

A red and a white, if I'm not mistaken?

What a memory.

Thank you!

Judith: Look.

We've made so much money, darling.

Um, unfortunately, the cost of the ingredients for the crepes was a lot more than this, Judith.

Jeremy got more on the floor than in the pan.

I don't think we broke even.

That's impossible.

I think you need to count it again, Gloria.

It doesn't matter how many times I count it, Judith.

Well, I don't think it's all our fault.

Pardon?

I'm just saying, Gloria, the way you overfill the drinks could be costing us a fortune.

And I think you'll find a load of wasted ingredients costs a lot more.

If you say so.

I do say so.

[Indistinct conversations] I just put our names down for the next game.

[Jean laughs] [Exhales deeply] So...how did it go, really?

The young woman that was killed was nanny to a single father, and he was devastated.

Yeah.

He must have been.

The young daughter was at soccer, and, um, as we left, he was about to break the news to her.

That's horrific.

Mm.

Claudie used to love soccer.

Oh, Dom.

-Men: Ooh!

-Man: One lucky!

What's all the excitement?

[Clears throat] I don't know.

Ooh.

He only needs double 17 to win.

It's what Eric Bristow used to finish on.

Hey!

Even I've heard of him.

Ooh!

So close.

You got to have a very steady hand in this game.

A few millimeters to the left, it would have been a completely different story.

What did you just say?

What?

The thing about the steady hand?

No.

A few millimeters to the left, and it would have been a completely different story.

Just a minute.

♪ Caron.

Hi.

It's me.

Hello, Jean.

Caron, could you text me the name and address of the lady that was stood next to Belinda at the bus stop?

Why?

Um, I-I've got a lead on the book.

Antiques only, Jean.

Of course.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

What's going on?

What if that bullet was not meant for Belinda, like that dart was not meant for that double 2?

I don't understand.

What if the shooter got the wrong woman?

Can I have a lift?

[Men cheering] I've just put our names down for a game, and Uncle Patrick's getting us a drink.

Please.

We've got to leave now.

[Sighs] Yeah, no problem.

Come on.

Hey, Uncle Patrick.

We'll be about half an hour.

No worries, Dom.

I'm quite enjoying the show.

I bet you say "scone" instead of "scon."

It is "scone."

Absolute twaddle.

Who says "twaddle"?

Ladies, please.

Jeremy, we can't go on like this.

Hello.

Oh!

Oh, hello, Patrick.

How nice to see you.

Have you been waiting long?

Not one to pry, but what happened to that lovely landlady?

She left.

More's the pity.

Oh, shame.

You look like you need a hand.

That, my dear chap, is an understatement.

Oh, I ran bars and pubs for years.

I could give you a hand if you like.

Ooh!

[Clears throat] Well, we can offer you a very attractive package with the flat above included, of course.

I said help.

I'm only planning to be here for a week or so.

Yes.

Come on.

Well, that's a turn-up for the books.

So, what's your theory again?

Well, what if the shooter got the wrong woman?

But if you're planning on shooting someone, wouldn't you make sure you got the right person?

Yeah, but if the other woman at the bus stop looks remotely like Belinda, then we might be onto something.

I bet you were a nightmare to play games with as a kid.

What do you mean?

Just always figuring it out before everyone else.

It's just the way me head works.

Yeah?

Well, I'd have had you on my team anytime.

Would you?

Yeah.

Well, maybe not the darts team, obvs.

Shut it.

Alright.

Ready?

-Yeah.

-Okay.

[French accent] Hello?

Jean: Fayette Moreau?

Um, we've come about the incident this morning.

Are you police?

No.

No.

But we did know the lady who was killed.

You'd better come in.

Thank you.

[Birds chirping] [Door closes] How are you doing?

I'm absolutely fine.

It must have been such a harrowing ordeal.

I didn't know her.

No, but having someone shot right next to you must have been a shock.

Yes, it was.

Look, I don't know anything.

There's not much more I can say.

Gosh.

That's, um, that's quite the collection.

You love your classical literature.

Do you mind if I -- No, don't.

It's okay.

I won't damage your first editions.

I think you should go now.

[Vehicle passing, engine backfires] [Down-tempo music plays] Do you want to tell us what's really going on?

I don't know what to do.

Someone's after me, and I have no idea who it is.

What do you mean after you?

Did you find the book?

Jean: The Dickens?

Yes.

Does it go with the rest of your first editions?

I'm a bookdealer.

Do you want to tell us what's happened?

I was at the bus stop.

I dropped the bag.

The woman picked it up for me.

[Gunshot echoes] And then she was shot.

[Screaming] So, why didn't you take the bag back?

I was in shock, and it would have looked like I was stealing from a dead woman.

Also...I knew that the bullet was meant for me.

What do you mean?

Nothing physical has actually happened before this... but I've been receiving these.

"To the dead, we owe only the truth"?

"You could leave life right now.

Let that determine what you do and say and think."

"One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly."

Voltaire, Aurelius, Nietzsche.

Very philosophical.

Have you any idea who they're from?

Not a clue.

A disgruntled ex?

I don't think so.

My ex is back home in Chamonix, and he recently got married.

Anyone from work?

The world of bookdealing is a competitive one, but I'm shocked that anyone would go this far.

The police are gonna have to hear what you've just told us.

Of course.

Do you mind if I take these to them?

I'd be glad to get them out of the house.

Thank you.

And, um, thank you for your help, Fayette.

[Door closes] How do you do that?

What?

Read a philosophical quote and know exactly who it was written by without Googling anything.

Well, it's just me job to know stuff, isn't it?

Jean White, the walking search engine.

Well, I'll tell you something else.

These letters are written on goatskin parchment paper.

You what?

Goatskin or sheep.

It's hard to differentiate without a light microscope.

Like, animal skin?

How can you tell?

Look.

See, if you look closely, you can see the hair-follicle pattern.

Ugh!

No, no.

You're alright, mate.

No, no, no.

That is disgusting.

I love goats, me.

Claudie used to feed one at the end of our lane for years.

Really?

Yeah.

Vincent van Goat we called him.

Nah.

That's all a bit, um, Hannibal Lecter for me, that.

Something else about these letters rings a bell.

It's probably the one that used to go around the goat's neck.

Will you drop me off at the police station?

I need to speak to Caron.

Yeah.

No problem.

[Bell tolling] Alright.

I'll see you in a bit.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Jean.

Actual goatskin?

[Laughs] Caron: Actual goatskin?

Yeah.

Fayette Moreau says she's happy to speak to you.

These are very cryptic, no?

Philosophical quotes with the common denominator of death?

Well, I'd say that message is pretty clear.

Uh, Caron... ...can I look at that Dickens book again?

Mm-hmm.

I knew I'd seen that notepaper before.

[Line ringing] Charlie: Ah!

Hi, Jean.

Charlie.

Ah, oui.

The book supplier that you sourced the Dickens from -- How well do you know him?

Oh, I've used him a few times over the years when requests for books come in.

How far is Sanguinet?

About an hour's drive from here -- not far.

He knows his stuff, huh?

He's very creepy, but very reasonable.

Mm.

Thank you.

We need to go to this address.

Uh, Bernard Folle?

I am closed.

Oh, this is about a book that I bought from you.

Strictly no refunds.

This is not about a refund.

It's about some poison-pen letters that you wrote on goatskin paper.

I like your style.

Ah-ah!

I think you'd better come to the station.

[Bernard mumbles] This way.

♪ Both written on goatskin parchment paper and both written in the same handwriting.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

And, uh, quotes by famous philosophers?

Seems quite apt from a well-read man like yourself.

Although, I would have said Machiavelli would be more appropriate.

Pardon?

Niccolo Machiavelli?

Uh, he was a 16th-century philosopher, and key themes of his were, um, deception, distrust... and manipulation.

You are very well-read, madam.

But, really, I'm not that bad.

So you are denying these letters were sent by you?

I have been the only rare-book business in this region of France for 30 years.

The exhilaration of the hunt for a rarity is -- is my only addiction.

It's been my life.

Mm.

My partner, Charlie, says you're the first port of call when she's sourcing a rare book.

I do have some very loyal customers.

Hmm.

But they are dwindling away.

Why?

Technology came along in the shape of Fayette Moreau.

How do you know Fayette Moreau?

I first heard of her when my -- some of my regular customers stopped coming to the shop.

I made a few inquiries and found that she had set up business a stone's throw away, in Sainte-Victoire.

Wow.

That must have been quite a shock for you.

I couldn't compete with her new, modern way of sourcing books, her prices.

She was taking away my business.

I had to do something.

I only wanted to frighten her away from here.

I wanted her gone.

Where were you at midday today, Mr.

Folle?

I was in the shop, doing my accounts.

Can anyone verify this?

No.

I don't open my shop on a Saturday.

You shot the wrong girl, didn't you?

Shot?!

What are you talking about?

Well, of -- of course I didn't.

I didn't shoot anyone.

At midday today, a woman was shot in Sainte-Victoire Square.

She happened to be holding someone else's bag with a rare book inside.

With this note in the back.

And she was stood right next to Fayette Moreau.

I swear!

I haven't shot anyone!

The facts we have so far tell us something different.

You will be held for questioning.

No, no, no, no.

Wait.

No.

I swear, I only sent her the letters to frighten her.

Well, you certainly did that.

I have to go and get ready for a police event this evening.

Take Mr.

Folle to one of the cells, please.

We will question him again in the morning.

If nothing changes, I think we have strong-enough evidence to charge him.

Right.

Richard will be in charge if you need anything.

Okay.

Thank you for your help, Jean.

Pleasure as always.

Mm.

It's a bit calmer in here.

It's the new manager.

He's magnificent.

Wow!

Who is this genius of hostelry?

Hello, Jean.

Is that chandelier still up?

Patrick!

Are you running the place now?

Just for a few weeks.

That is a good kitchen, by the way.

Plenty of work surfaces.

Isn't he wonderful?

Monkfish?

Oh.

Great choice.

Ooh, that looks lovely.

Thank you.

Are you studying hard?

Uh, just signed up for a course.

Mobility's going electric.

Got to keep up.

Which version?

Sorry?

Of that song.

Oh.

"Sunshine of Your Love"?

Uh, I love the original, of course, but me favorite, even though Ella Fitzgerald did an ace cover, has to be Spanky Wilson.

Spanky Wilson?

Oh, amazing!

No one ever knows that version.

One of my faves.

I mean, there are some songs that should never be covered.

Ginger Baker's drumming on the original was genius.

The downbeat is the beat.

Exactly!

But I think even Mr.

Baker, who I saw many times, by the way, would agree that the cymbal bell being played as quarter and eight notes in the intro gives Miss Wilson's version a certain je ne sais quoi.

Yeah, it does.

Do you want any sauces?

No, thanks.

Hmm.

♪ ♪ ♪ Hey, do you remember that pub you used to manage when I was about 13?

I do.

The Snooty Fox.

That's the one.

And you caught me nicking the martini.

I found you staggering around in the cellar when I went down to change a barrel at our Sandra's engagement party.

[Jean laughs] I've always been a lightweight.

Put you to sleep for a couple of hours on a pile of bar towels.

Your mother would have killed you.

I don't know how we got away with it.

And every time I saw that blooming martini commercial after that, I wanted to throw up.

You arrived just in the nick of time, Patrick.

You're clearly a natural.

Judith: Absolutely.

Between us, Gloria was making a real mess of things.

Uh, now, now, darling, I think -- think it was a team effort.

Mm.

We all chipped in, didn't we, Judith?

Especially Gloria.

Yes.

Yes, of course you all did.

And we are forever grateful.

Absolutely.

Hmm.

So, how many pubs have you had, then, Patrick?

Well, I found it hard to get work when I came back after my time away, but my mate had bought a nightclub and he hadn't got anyone to run it.

And so we moved into the flat, and I managed it 24/7.

Great days.

Me and our Sandra used to run downstairs every morning before the cleaners turned up and pick up all the loose change that dropped on the dance floor.

And then we'd pour ourselves a massive glass of lemonade.

Glad it wasn't martini.

Ah.

And after that, I became a bar manager, and I went wherever the brewery sent me.

So...I feel really at home here.

I'm sorry.

I don't speak French.

Neither do I. What can I get you, mate?

[Shakily] Could I have a large brandy, please?

Oh!

Well, you look like you need to sit down.

Thank you.

Um, Patrick, would you -- would you bring it over?

Of course.

Oh, just through here.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to take you away from your friends.

Oh, not at all.

I'm Keith.

Keith Scott.

Oh, I'm Jean, and this is Dom.

My daughter was shot this morning.

I-I'm so sorry.

I saw the police tape.

That must have been where it happened.

It was.

Did you know her?

Did you know my Belinda?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't.

She said she didn't know very many people, but with her job and her studies, she seemed to be having such a great time.

Then, a-a couple of days ago, she left this message.

[Cellphone thuds] Jean: Oh.

-Keith: Thank you.

-No problem.

Belinda: Daddy, I'm in danger here.

Please come.

[Doorbell rings] It's getting worse.

I think he's going to... I tried to call her back as soon as I could, but -- but her phone kept going to voicemail.

Could you play that again?

Of course.

Daddy, I'm in danger here.

Please come.

[Doorbell rings] It's getting worse.

I think he's going to... Look, you stay right here, Keith.

We will be back.

Oh, right.

We're gonna help.

[Whispering] On the house, mate.

Thank you.

Caron's still not answering his phone.

Oh, hang on.

Wasn't he going to that police event tonight?

Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

I'll leave a message.

Hiya.

It's me.

Uh, Belinda's dad showed up, and she left him a message and she sounded terrified about something.

So I've got a hunch, and me and Dom are gonna go back to Otis' house to just see what's going on.

Oh, and have a lovely night.

Who's Otis?

Otis is -- uh, was Belinda's boss, and the father of that young girl I told you about.

Yeah, and why are we going back there?

Something rang a bell.

I'll explain on the way.

♪ -Thank you for seeing us again.

-No problem.

Um, do you mind if we sit down?

No, no.

Of course not.

So, did she win?

Sorry?

Your daughter.

At soccer.

Oh, that was just practice.

She's showing a lot of promise, though.

You must be very proud.

I am.

Of course.

Mm.

And can I ask, how well did you know Miss Scott?

Not very well.

She came on recommendation from a work colleague.

Would you, uh, like some coffee?

Oh, yes, please.

Yeah, please.

So, you leave your daughter with someone you don't know very well?

I don't think so.

Do you think he did it?

[Doorbell rings] His doorbell -- it makes exactly the same tubular-bell sound that was on the voicemail that Belinda left for her father.

"Tubular Bells," the classic album by Mike Oldfield.

I mean, he's clearly a musician, because he's got a keyboard case.

I don't think that's a keyboard case, love.

Hey?

[Chuckles] Thank you.

Thank you.

So, do you and your daughter do a lot of sports?

Mostly soccer.

But she's just like her old dad.

She loves her sport.

What about shooting?

[Spits] Shooting?

Sorry, it's just I couldn't help but notice that sticker on your fridge.

ADAF -- Association d'armes à feu, or, as I would say, Firearms Association.

♪ ♪ ♪ You want to talk about this?

♪ ♪ [Cellphone beeping] ♪ Jean: Hiya.

It's me.

Belinda's dad showed up, and she left him a message and she sounded terrified about something.

So I've got a hunch, and me and Dom are gonna go back to Otis' house just to see what's going on.

Oh, have a lovely night.

Have either of you ever been in love?

I don't mean the weak, watery love.

I mean love so intense that every breath feels like you're drowning in a sea of perpetual heartache.

I have never met anyone like Belinda.

I wanted us to be a family.

[Clears throat] Did you, um... Did you tell her how you were feeling?

Of course I did.

But she rejected me.

I knew she felt something for me.

I could tell that she did.

She said she was very flattered... but that I was old enough to be her father.

I felt so stupid.

But I know she was lying.

I know she felt the same.

She said she loved my little girl and that that's why she would stay, but I knew different.

She was staying because of me.

Um, so, if you were love's young dream, why did you shoot her?

♪ ♪ That night, I was printing something out for work and I accidentally pressed "reprint."

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

Printing in front of me was a letter she had written to my work saying I had made advances on her and they should consider who they employed.

She said she would go to the police and social services as soon as possible to question my fitness as a parent.

Um, it must have been quite shocking to see those words written down on paper.

How could she have thought that?

I loved her like I have never loved anyone before.

I panicked.

I would have lost my job and, potentially, my daughter.

How could she lead me on and do that to me?

How dare she do that to me?

So I had to do something.

She always caught the bus in the square.

I climbed up on the roof of La Couronne... [Gun cocks] ...and waited.

[Gunshot] She would have been dead before she hit the ground.

[Woman shouting in French] [Man shouting in French] Otis: There is easy access to the fields at the back.

It was easy to get away.

I think there's more to this than you care to admit.

You convinced yourself that she was in love with you and then you saw her rejection in black and white.

I think your advances had gone on a lot longer than you say.

What did you say?

And that girl was petrified.

You made her choose between you and your little girl, and that's why she was going to tell them everything.

You are talking rubbish!

I heard her on a voicemail.

She was terrified.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Papa?

[Grunting] Jean: Darling, don't worry.

[Groans] What kind of a father are you?!

Dom!

Don't.

[Siren wailing] [Car doors closing in distance] ♪ ♪ [Indistinct conversation] ♪ ♪ [Indistinct conversation] ♪ Sorry.

I don't know what came over me there.

I just -- I just saw red.

In front of his daughter and all.

What was I thinking?

You weren't thinking.

Made your blood boil.

You're human.

Now stop punishing yourself.

But we need to go in there, tell Keith what's going on, and find him somewhere to stay.

Poor man.

Yeah, well, I'll call the L'hotel Bien, see if they've got a room.

If not, I'll, um... Hey, w-what's wrong?

I just -- I just can't get over what Keith must be going through, you know?

Losing his daughter like that.

That could have been me, Jean.

Oh, love.

Some random police officer on the other side of the world telling me that Claudie's been killed.

I don't think... Come here.

Aww.

Do you want me to go in there and look after him?

No.

No.

He's -- He's on his own in a strange place.

I'll help.

Just give me a minute.

Of course.

♪ ♪ Hello, darling.

Oh, sorry.

I forgot about the time difference.

Yeah.

Uh, no, no.

No, not -- not drunk, no.

Yeah, just ringing to tell you... you know, I missed you and, um, good night, r-really.

Yeah.

Oh, and -- and to lock all your windows and -- and your doors.

Yeah.

Alright then.

I love you, Claudie.

Night-night.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Passing through