- Ducks or something?
- Or a murder weapon.
(suspenseful music) - Quick.
Here.
(bell ringing) - [Suzie] Move out the way, I can't see.
Oh, oh, oh.
(door clicking) - Officers.
- I wonder if we could come in, ask you a few questions about Louie Oldham.
- No, I don't think so.
Not without proper grounds and a warrant.
- [Woman] It's that (indistinct).
- Shh, shh, shh.
- Thanks.
She's seen us.
(phone buzzing) (officer clearing throat) - Oh, sorry.
Uh, a witness reported seeing a man who matched your description throw an object in the river yesterday afternoon between 1:30 and 2:30.
- (exhaling) Uh, nothing to do with me.
I was playing cricket.
- Mr. Wingrove, police divers are currently searching the area.
- Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell us?
- I left the house, went straight to cricket, played all afternoon, albeit not very well.
Then came straight home and bumped into those women, the busy bodies.
- Okay.
Such a- - We chatted for a while.
Ask them if I look like someone who's just disposed of crucial evidence.
Out of interest, who was the witness?
Dean Butler?
- [Officer] Thank you for your time, Mr. Wingrove.
(birds chirping) (door thuds) - [Woman] Uh oh.
- Eavesdroppers never hear any good about themselves.
- [Woman] Uh, we were just... (quirky music) (woman clearing throat) (officer sighing) (dramatic music)
