Season 2 | Episode 2

♪ ♪ I want to invite you to a party.

I'm sorry?

♪ ♪ PETER: I'm worried something might happen.

JENNY: You can't bear to see your dad happy, can you?

Jenny!

(object crashing in distance) JENNY: He's dead.

I don't think this was an accident.

JUDITH: Sir Peter's new will is still missing.

What if he had an accomplice?

Let's meet up.

But no one can know.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ TANIKA: Pizza?

You can't have pizza all the time.

All right, go and have fun.

Keep an eye on me, as well.

Hi.

GRACIE: Shanti, Shanti, come!

SHANTI: Gracie, wait for me!

(children laughing and playing) SHANTI AND GRACIE (chanting): Apple on a stick, it makes me sick.

It makes my heart beat two, four, six.

Not because you're dirty, not because you're clean... TANIKA: What have you got?

JUDITH: Well, we don't want to get you into trouble.

So you won't be interested in Sarah Fitzherbert, who lives at 18 Alison Road, runs the coffee cart at the station, and could well be Tristram Bailey's accomplice.

Sarah Fitzherbert, 18 Alison Road.

Not interested in her at all.

And I suppose you don't want to know we've still not found Sir Peter's most recent will.

It's an irrelevance-- nor have we.

TANIKA: Not even listening.

And you also don't want to know there wasn't a second key to the room.

The only way that door could've been locked was with the key we found in Sir Peter's pocket.

That's fascinating.

Not.

(children playing) Oh, and there's something else.

The gardener, Adam Warner, said he thinks Tristram stole some rat poison a while back.

But since no one's died of rat poison, that actually might not be of interest.

And that's it?

That's why the case has been put on the back burner.

Let me not follow up on that lead.

And whatever you do, don't go to the train station and get yourself a coffee.

Good thinking.

I won't do that.

I know, how about I don't do that with you?

Even better idea.

Why don't we not do it together?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (brakes screeching) Two cupcakes, please.

Oh, of course.

(shutter clicking) I'll have more cupcakes for you tomorrow.

WOMAN: Great.

SARAH: That'll be £5.95, please.

(payment reader chimes) Thank you.

It's going through to voicemail.

JUDITH: Again?

I don't know what to do-- he says he loves me, but he won't take my calls, and then he's angry when he does.

Uh, good morning, ladies, can I help you?

Uh, an americano, please.

And a latte, please, with oat milk.

Semi-skimmed, if you have it.

Of course-- coming up.

You know what I think?

He can't keep you at arm's length.

You need to tell him what's what.

But if I do that, (machine whirring) I'm worried I'll drive him away.

Oh, nonsense.

(machine continues) I don't know what to do.

(machine stops) (sobs) SARAH: Uh, uh... Oh, oh!

Oh, here.

(gasps tearfully) SARAH: Your friend's right.

You won't drive him away.

Not if it's meant to be.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.

(voice trembling): Is that your experience?

SARAH (chuckling): Well, I've been dating the same guy since I was 16 years old.

Hm, that's impressive.

SARAH: On and off.

He strays sometimes, but he always comes back.

Well, that must cause a few arguments.

(chuckles): Oh, you have no idea.

So, how do you handle him?

Well, um, his father died last week.

Oh.

It was truly tragic, a horrible thing.

But then he said it was over between us.

Can you imagine?

After all that time together.

SARAH: Exactly!

But sometimes, you just have to be patient.

He came back.

He always does.

We're childhood sweethearts-- we'll always be together.

(chuckles) Where were you at 3:00 p.m. last Friday?

I'm sorry?

Your boyfriend's Tristram Bailey, isn't he?

Where were you when his father died?

At the Bounty pub.

Watching a band.

Can you pay up and go?

(payment reader chimes) Thanks.

♪ ♪ SUZIE: I've got a book I want to give you.

"Oh, the Places You'll Go!"

What's that?

It's a Dr. Seuss story about all the places you'll go to in your life.

Mum, I'm going to Manchester.

Zeta, that's far.

It's just up the M6.

Well, it's not just about the... Uni, it can be really intense.

I know, Mum, it's just, I am 18 now.

That's not that old.

It's old enough to leave home.

(inhales) I just want you to know that... ...if it ever gets too much, you just come straight home.

Call me, day or night, anytime.

And I'll keep my phone right by my side.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, this is your first time without me.

How are you going to cope?

You was away for most of the summer.

I was okay.

Well, that was a holiday, so... You know me, Zeta, I'll be fine.

I'm always fine.

There you are, then.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll be fine, you'll be fine.

Why are we still talking about this?

♪ ♪ (engine humming) ♪ ♪ LYNNE: No, sorry, I don't recognize her.

JUDITH: She said she was here last Friday, 3:00 p.m.

I could ask around, if you like.

BECKS: That'd be really helpful, thank you.

(whispering): Is this it?

(softly): Sarah lied to us about being here because she was in the study pushing the cabinet onto Sir Peter for Tristram.

(whispering): Sorry, should you be taking that?

Well, there's another crossword to solve.

So, yes.

You really think the crossword setter is sending secret messages?

I do, actually.

(ringtone playing) Ooh!

Perfect timing.

I've got an appointment with Colin.

Is this your hot date?

Not quite yet.

COLIN: Okay, how about Wednesday evening?

Book club.

Tuesday?

I could do a late supper.

It's the governors' meeting at Borlase.

Monday?

It's our diocesan strategy away day.

Thursday?

M.U.C.

committee meeting.

(sighs) How about a lunch?

Chloe's got work experience all week at the Wycombe Swan.

It's a lunchtime drop-off.

And I'm picking up.

And I've got half-an-hour window at 6:30 on Friday.

(scoffs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (page turns) Weirdest thing happened today.

Mm.

These two women came to the coffee cart wanting to know all about you.

(page turns) Why?

Who were they?

Just two women.

Tell me everything that they said.

Well, I don't remember... (shouting): Tell me!

(gasps) (catches breath) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) SUZIE: It's a drugs drop-off.

Mark my words.

I don't think many crossword setters deal drugs in their spare time.

I don't know-- you solve murders.

I suppose I do.

LADY BAILEY: Come on, then.

There's a good boy.

(Raffy panting) BECKS: Good morning, Lady Bailey.

Good morning.

Come on, then.

Is this the best use of our time?

SUZIE: Course it is-- all mysteries need to be solved.

Don't they?

Yes, they do.

Mm-hmm.

Even those in crosswords?

(bell ringing hour in distance) Okay, here we go.

It's 11:00.

♪ ♪ SUZIE: Uh-oh, suspicious runner approaching.

(lowering voice): Coming this way.

This is it.

A jogger!

(jogger panting) JUDITH: Right on time.

Another jogger!

SUZIE: It's got to be them.

♪ ♪ (bell continues in distance) (Judith moans) They're just joggers.

There must be something else going on.

I don't think there is.

Never mind-- it was worth a shot.

♪ ♪ Hold on.

Look at this.

SUZIE: Look at what?

Lady Bailey.

♪ ♪ (Raffy panting) BECKS: Lady Bailey.

Could we have a word?

Why?

Because you're wearing Hunter wellies.

With a cut across your left sole.

Why on Earth is that of interest?

JUDITH: You were at the party when your ex-husband died, weren't you?

Of course I wasn't.

You were hiding in the flowerbed outside Sir Peter's study, and you left rather distinctive boot prints in the earth.

I used to be chatelaine of one of the finest houses in Marlow.

And now you're reduced to sneaking around it.

I don't sneak anywhere.

(sighs): You don't know anything about my life.

I gave that man everything.

I played my part, did what was expected of me, and he betrayed me.

I can understand why you're so angry.

Please, we're just trying to find out what happened.

You're right.

I was there.

(voiceover): I had to see what she looked like.

There's a way into the garden through the stables.

JUDITH: You didn't mind if people saw you?

LADY BAILEY: Well, I knew no one would be on that side of the house.

There's only Peter's study and his bedroom above it.

(laughing and talking, classical music playing) LADY BAILEY: I don't know what Peter saw in her.

There's no way she'd have lasted, not with her unable to get through a party without having a nervous breakdown.

You can't bear to see your dad happy!

LADY BAILEY: When she went into the house, I knew I'd seen enough, and left.

JUDITH: Did you see anyone in the study?

No-- I was too far away.

And I remember now, the sun chose that moment to come out.

It was shining on the study windows.

I couldn't see inside.

That seems very convenient.

I can't help that.

But congratulations.

I was there.

Do you want a medal?

No.

I want to catch your ex-husband's killer.

He died in an accident.

A shocking accident.

So you say.

You now admit you were hiding by Sir Peter's study.

What was stopping you from going into the house, pushing the cabinet onto him, and then slipping away again?

It was his new woman I had a problem with, not Peter.

But that's not true, is it?

We learnt how important your name is to you when we first met.

And the only way you can keep your aristocratic title is if Sir Peter never remarries.

Which he now never will, will he, Lady Bailey?

How dare you speak to me like that.

How dare you!

Come on, Raffy.

(Raffy barks) Wow, Becks-- well done.

You really rattled her cage.

Like I said, I know the type.

♪ ♪ (phones ringing in background) ALICE: Oh!

I've done that background report for you.

Thank you, Alice.

No worries.

Alice, Alice.

What did the sarge want?

(sighs): Background check on a Marlow resident, Sarah Fitzherbert.

For the Bailey case?

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪ I can't find Adam the gardener anywhere.

Mm.

(camera shutter clicking) Oh, what's that?

It's where Lady Bailey came into the garden.

It's the same boot print.

(shutter clicks) Well, assuming these prints were made on the day of the party.

I said, assuming these... Hello.

Earth calling Judith?

The view's not right.

SUZIE: Well, what's wrong with it?

JUDITH: I don't know.

Something.

ADAM (in distance): I found the will... Oh, is that him?

Come on.

ADAM: It's in the compost heap!

In the compost heap!

JENNY: What?

Come on, look, I'll show you.

This is it, Adam, you've found it.

BECKS: Um, what's going on?

We've found it, finally.

The new will.

Well, Adam found it.

Miss Page asked me to work on the lawn, so I was getting some compost... ...and look!

Oh, this is the signature.

"Signed by Sir Peter Bailey."

Come on, we can help.

Really?

Um... (sighs) JUDITH: It'll be like a jigsaw.

SUZIE: Okay.

BECKS: What's that?

JUDITH: Here, pass me the pieces.

Great.

BECKS: They're quite wet.

SUZIE: Oh, this is stinking.

BECKS: What about in that corner?

SUZIE: Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, I've got one.

What's this?

BECKS: Another one?

SUZIE: I can't make heads or tails of that.

BECKS: Is there any more?

Not that I can see.

JUDITH: Is this all of them?

Let's have a look.

BECKS: Do we need more pieces?

No, this should be enough.

"If "I die "before my..." Oh, that should be "wedding day."

"...I leave "my entire estate "to Jenny Page.

"And it will have been... ♪ ♪ And it will have been my son Tristram who killed me."

♪ ♪ He names his killer!

Nothing for me.

Were you expecting something?

Yes, Peter always said he'd look after me.

I've worked for this family for 30 years.

Is this valid?

Not torn up like this.

I'm sorry.

(voice trembling): Then he's done it, hasn't he?

Tristram.

He's got everything.

He's won.

(exhales heavily) JUDITH: We'd best call Tanika.

JUDITH: This is why Sir Peter rang me, isn't it?

He was worried that Tristram was going to kill him.

SUZIE: But it can't have been him.

Oh, man, we're going around in circles here.

Will this be enough to reopen the case?

TANIKA: It's unlikely.

Greenly's dead against it.

Adam.

Can I ask, what were you expecting Sir Peter to leave you in his will?

He, he never mentioned specifics.

But he said he'd "look after you"?

BECKS: Which he didn't, did he?

In the new will.

SUZIE: Which you witnessed.

Well, I didn't know what was in it.

He wouldn't tell us.

Why weren't you at the party?

It was a family event-- I wouldn't be invited.

SUZIE: Why not?

It wouldn't be right.

So, where were you when Sir Peter died?

In the garden.

Where?

Oh, out the back, working.

TANIKA: Can you prove that?

Um...

I, I saw, saw Lady Bailey by the stables, looking a bit shifty, if I'm honest.

JUDITH: Adam, this is important.

Did you see Lady Bailey at the stables before or after you heard the crash?

I heard the church bells first... (bell ringing) ...then I saw her.

Yeah, you're right.

(church bell rings) I saw her, and, and then I heard the crash.

(church bell rings, object crashes in distance) But you didn't go and investigate.

I just thought it was something to do with the party.

Can I go now?

Yes, of course.

(door opens, closes) This isn't good, is it?

I mean, if he's saying that Lady Bailey was over by the stables at 3:00 p.m., then she couldn't have been inside the house killing Sir Peter.

Nor could Adam have been, if he was out there.

SUZIE: Which brings us right back to Sarah Fitzherbert.

I have news on that front.

Sarah Fitzherbert's got a police record for criminal damage and affray.

No way.

She was part of a Boxing Day protest against fox hunting when she got into a fight with a huntsman in his Range Rover.

SUZIE: She got banged up?

She got a fine and community service.

JUDITH: Oh, but that's interesting.

If you push her, she lashes out.

Come on!

She's our killer.

I mean... (scoffs) She's in a secret relationship with Tristram, yeah?

Her alibi does not check out.

She even has a motive.

If she kills Sir Peter, she can marry Tristram, get all that money, the big, fancy house, and the title of "Lady Bailey."

Yeah, case closed.

(phone vibrating) Sorry.

It's Jason.

What've you got?

JASON (on phone): Sarge?

(siren wailing in background) I'm at Sarah Fitzherbert's house.

TANIKA: Good, wait for me there.

I've got some questions I need to put to her.

JASON: Yeah, that's going to be hard.

Why's that?

I'm sorry, a neighbor's just found her.

She's dead.

♪ ♪ (siren blaring) (siren stops) (car doors close) (man talking softly in background) Tell Brendan I want Tristram Bailey brought in for questioning, immediately.

Yes, Sarge.

(phone buttons clicking) (engine stops, vehicle doors closing) Okay.

Right.

Mr. Bailey, come on, this way.

Come on-- mind your head.

You're just in time for cheese and biscuits.

Let's get you booked in.

♪ ♪ (purring) BECKS: What if it's because of us that she's dead?

It's because who killed her that she's dead.

SUZIE: Tristram, hm.

Sarah killed Sir Peter for him, thinking he'd marry her.

And instead, he kills her.

So he doesn't have to share his fortune.

Yeah, it's like Jenny said.

He's won.

(door creaks open) Hi.

Tanika.

I was just passing.

Has Tristram confessed?

No, he denies everything.

Sarah Fitzherbert died from an overdose of bromadiolone-- rat poison.

Which we found in the glove compartment of Tristram's car, covered in his fingerprints.

No, no, no.

This can't be right.

The killer's been so careful.

Everything about the first murder was meticulous, and now we're saying that Tristram just left all that evidence lying around?

(phone vibrating) Hold on.

(woman singing, band playing) It's from Lynne at the Bounty.

She says the band filmed their performance that afternoon.

(band continues) TANIKA: There she is, Sarah Fitzherbert.

BECKS: Oh, poor woman.

SUZIE: At 3:00 p.m. At least two miles away from Sir Peter when he died.

(audience applauding in video) BECKS: That's impossible!

(video stops) She has to have been the killer.

Everyone on that board has an alibi.

SUZIE (scoffs): We still haven't worked out how the killer got out of the room afterwards.

Oh.

Have a... Where are you going?

I'll catch up with you later.

See yourselves out.

♪ ♪ (dishes clinking) (steam hissing) (people talking softly in background) ♪ ♪ Well.

You've led me a merry dance.

I'm sorry, uh... Who are you?

Judith Potts.

I set the crosswords in the "Marlow Free Press."

Oh, you're Pepper.

It's a play on my surname.

Judith Potts, pepper pot.

(chuckles) And you set the crossword for the "Maidenhead Advertiser."

How do you know that?

Oh.

Exactly.

I know all about your secret codes.

I saw you in Higginson Park.

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Are you meeting the same woman again?

Oh, there we are.

Now, I know it's none of my business, but I think you're romantically entangled with the woman over there.

And your wife doesn't know, does she?

You're mostly right.

But my wife knows, and she doesn't mind.

Oh, that's what they all say.

I'll go even further and say that she approves of the liaison.

I'm afraid we've been rumbled.

She thinks we're having an affair.

(gasps) How wonderful.

ROGER: You see?

We are married.

To each other.

Oh.

And very happily.

I go to exercise class most mornings, and then I sit down with the "Maidenhead Advertiser" and do the crossword.

I see the secret message, and then we meet up.

As if we're having an affair.

It adds a little spice to our lives.

Well, I must say, I've never been so happy to be proven wrong.

Aw.

(chuckles) Water?

Fill it up!

(Roger laughs) Oh!

Don't move.

♪ ♪ Heavens.

That's it, isn't it?

It's Stonehenge.

SUE: It's a carafe of water.

(chuckles) No, no, no!

It's Machu Picchu!

And she thought we were odd?

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (phone vibrating, tone playing) What is it?

Colin and I finally managed to arrange our date.

Ooh!

It's in the half-hour after evensong.

(exhales) Before I have to pick Sam up from football.

I can't even get five minutes with Zeta.

You know, she's off tomorrow.

She hasn't even got a pot or a pan to cook with.

(sighs) Am I a bad mum?

No, you're not.

You can order her some.

They'll arrive by tomorrow.

Now, that's a good idea.

JUDITH: Ladies!

(bicycle bell rings) Good morning!

Oh, here she comes.

I think I've made a bit of a breakthrough.

Oh?

JUDITH: Come on, we haven't got long.

What do we know about the sun?

The sun?

It's the key to unlocking the entire case.

I don't know, it's at the center of the solar system?

Exactly.

Which means everything else moves around it, but from our perspective, it moves around us, subjectivity being what it is.

Are you all right?

It's basic celestial mechanics, Suzie.

As was understood by the Celts when they built Newgrange.

Or the Mayans Chichen Itza.

Or the Incas Machu Picchu.

All of which line up with the sun.

How many coffees has she had?

JUDITH: Not that I know how it was done.

Not yet.

But I do know that what Lady Bailey said wasn't true.

The party was at 3:00 p.m., just as it's 3:00 p.m. now.

(church bell rings, Judith chuckles) There we are, right on cue, and this is where Lady Bailey was standing when she looked back at the house.

(bell rings) I, I saw, saw Lady Bailey by the stables.

(bell rings) What do you see?

Uh... (exhales) But remember, it was morning when we looked at the jar that hadn't broken.

Good grief.

Was that it?

Is that what she saw?

But why?

That's the question-- why?

(exhales): You have got to tell us what's going on!

I've just been to the secret meeting set up in the crossword puzzle.

No way.

The messages are sent from the setter to his wife.

They pretend they don't know each other in public to keep the spice in their... Judith... She does this every time she stands there.

Hello, Earth calling Judith.

That's it, isn't it?

Finally, we have it.

Who killed Sir Peter, why he had to die, and how the killer managed to escape from a locked room.

But if we're going to prove it, I'm going to need your help.

I don't understand.

I'm very sorry, but I think your life's in danger.

Then we have to tell the police.

SUZIE: They won't believe us.

BECKS: They've never believed Sir Peter was murdered, not officially.

JUDITH: We need Tristram to reveal himself when he's released on bail.

JENNY: You think he'll be released?

BECKS: We've spoken to Tanika.

They don't have enough to hold him.

They're letting him go now.

JUDITH: And he'll come here.

I'm afraid to say, I think...

I think he's going to try to kill you next.

(exhales) Tristram's the killer?

He's always been the most credible suspect.

Sir Peter was right all along.

JUDITH: But how to prove it?

That's always been the question.

Which is why we have to catch him in the act.

By using me as bait.

We'll be watching out front.

He'll have to pass us to get to you.

We'll protect you-- you have our word.

(exhales) (people talking in background, siren wailing in distance) (phones ringing) (sighs) Where's DS Malik, huh?

(hums "I don't know") What's she up to?

(exhales) Are you sure this is a good idea?

It's the only way to prove my theory.

(breath trembling) ♪ ♪ What do we do if he doesn't show up?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (object thudding in distance) (Jenny screaming) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (gasping) (Jenny yelps, Tristram groans) (Jenny screams, Tristram whimpers) (Jenny yelping) TRISTRAM: This is what you get!

(Jenny screams) TANIKA: Police!

Police!

Drop it!

(pan clatters) Cuff him!

Cuff him!

(both grunting) TRISTRAM: What the hell?

(grunts indistinctly, handcuffs click) OFFICER: All right, come on.

TRISTRAM: You're hurting me.

BECKS: I'm so sorry!

TRISTRAM: Call my lawyer.

Are you okay?

SUZIE: Jenny.

Come on, let's get her up.

(Jenny crying) Come on, Jenny.

You said he'd approach from the front!

Well, we caught him, didn't we?

BECKS: Not really-- Tanika did.

You get so caught up in your own ideas, don't you?

Thinking that you're so clever and that everything's a riddle that you can solve.

Well, Judith, we're not a riddle.

We are real people.

And Jenny could've been killed.

BECKS: You have gone too far this time.

BRENDAN: Detective Sergeant, where are you?

You're right, he followed you.

BRENDAN: What's going on here?

Tristram Bailey just attacked Jenny Page.

What are you doing here, Mrs. Potts?

TANIKA: This is all my fault.

I couldn't let it go.

Then I'd better take over.

I'll go back to the station, get an interview room ready.

Mm, and I'll be making a full report to the DCI.

I'm not interested in a lecture.

It's about staying safe, Mrs. Potts.

Miss Page, are you sure you're going to be all right?

I can stay with her while you get Tristram off the premises.

(car approaching) Right.

(breath trembling) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (car door closes, engine starts) I am so sorry.

(car leaves) He killed Peter.

I can show you how Sir Peter died, if you like.

We all broke in here together with Tristram.

He was outside the locked door the whole time.

I know.

So how did he do it?

Well, that's the thing.

I never said he did.

What?

Because he's not the killer.

It was you who killed Sir Peter Bailey.

Just as it was you who killed Sarah Fitzherbert.

You're the killer.

(laughs): What, what are you talking about?

I was upstairs when Peter died.

But that's not true.

After the argument with Tristram, you came straight in here.

Jenny!

Pussy cat?

Peter!

Darling?

Oh, good Lord!

Oh!

JUDITH: Sir Peter died from blunt-force trauma.

(grunts loudly) (grunts, hits) JUDITH: But not when the cabinet fell on him.

When you murdered him.

You then used the one key to the room to leave, locking the door behind you, and, heading upstairs, here, you had a piece of bad luck.

Rosanna was hiding.

But also, good luck.

She couldn't quite see what you were doing.

It meant that when the cabinet crashed onto Sir Peter... (cabinet crashes, echoing) ...she was your alibi.

(chuckling) You're, you're saying I managed to push the cabinet onto Peter from the floor above.

Yes, I am.

Then it was simply a matter of coming downstairs, letting Tristram break through a locked door... No, no, no.

JUDITH: ...and planting the key on Sir Peter's body when you went to him.

Well, why would I do any of that?

I loved him.

So you keep saying.

But, as everyone's always suspected, you were really only ever in it for his money.

I didn't get his money.

Nor his title.

Nor the big house.

But that was always part of the plan, wasn't it?

What could your motive be if only Tristram benefited?

But then we always wondered if he had an accomplice.

And he did.

You.

You worked in France.

Rosanna told me he was there, too.

(speaking indistinctly, audio distorted) ♪ ♪ Tristram.

Hi.

Hi.

♪ ♪ JUDITH: I think it's where you and he fell in love.

(shrieks playfully) (both talking indistinctly) JUDITH: Which is when you learned of the fortune and title and grand house that Tristram would get the moment his father died.

So you and he made a plan.

His father needed a nurse.

You'd make sure he hired you.

Then you'd make him fall in love with you and ask you to marry him.

And then, on the eve of your wedding, you'd murder him.

After all, who'd suspect a bride of killing her husband the day before she'd get hold of his fortune and title?

When you arrived in Marlow, you and Tristram pretended you didn't know each other, like a couple I met earlier today.

Although, unlike them, you pretended you hated each other.

(yelling indistinctly, audio distorted) (screams) JUDITH: But what you didn't know was that Tristram had an on-off girlfriend he couldn't keep away from.

The plan had always been for you and Tristram to get together after a decent amount of time had passed.

And if, eventually, you married your dead fiancé's son, well, tongues might wag, but where's the crime?

But if he married Sarah, you'd get nothing.

You acted fast.

You used the rat poison Tristram had stolen when, I imagine, the two of you were considering poison as your method of dispatch.

And you murdered Sarah to remind Tristram that his future was with you and no one else.

That's how I knew he'd come for you when he was released on bail.

Sarah was an innocent.

You killed her because you were jealous.

Tristram wouldn't forgive that.

I wasn't jealous.

What Sarah had with him was better than what you had with him.

How dare you.

Which is why he always went back to her.

(choking back tears) He betrayed me.

You, who'd risked so much.

You, who trusted him.

You, who even killed for him.

I didn't kill for him, I killed for me!

Which is what we in the trade call a confession.

No one will believe you.

It's your word against mine.

That isn't entirely true.

Is it, Tanika?

JENNY (on recording): I didn't kill for him, I killed for me.

Hello, Jenny.

No, I saw you leave in your car.

No, we took a leaf out of your book and decided to stage an argument.

Jenny could've been killed!

BECKS: You have gone too far this time.

Which started a chain of events that allowed me to be here.

You saw my car leave, but it wasn't me driving.

And that is how I'm still here, when you thought it was just you and Judith.

You tricked me?

No.

You tricked Sir Peter, I worked out how, and she is going to arrest you.

(handcuffs click) (car approaching) (car doors open) (Brendan sniffs) BRENDAN: You used me, didn't you?

(car door closes) TANIKA: No idea what you're talking about.

VICKY: I hear congratulations are in order.

Boss, you should know... That it was all thanks to Brendan here.

What?

It was his idea to arrest Tristram to create the perfect conditions for Jenny to make her confession.

Oh.

Without Brendan, our double killer would still be out there.

Isn't that right, Detective Sergeant?

Um... Yeah, yeah, that's right, ma'am.

Um, it was really a joint effort.

Oh, very good.

Yeah.

Very good.

Well done, team-- let's get this processed.

(car approaches, engine stops) (laughing): We got her?

We did.

(laughing): Amazing!

No, seriously, amazing!

And, um, I'm sorry about what I said.

Did I go too far?

Mm-mm.

(laughing): Did I?

(chuckles) I mean, I didn't mean any of it.

I mean, we're your friends, you know?

We get you, Judith.

Even if sometimes we like to tease you... (chuckles) ...it's because we love you.

Yeah.

And this is the bit where you say the same thing back to me, yeah.

Yeah, well, I... TANIKA: Sorry.

Uh, where's Becks?

And where's my car?

(phone vibrates, ringtone plays) (ringtone stops) COLIN: Where are you?

I'm sorry, we were catching a killer.

Don't worry, I'm still here to pick up Sam.

But I missed our date!

It's all right.

You can tell me all about it when you get home.

BECKS: Love you.

(chuckles) Is that, is that my mum?

Mum, where did you get this?

Believe it or not, I stole it.

(chuckles): You've stolen a police car?

From the police?

Let's get you home.

(engine starts) Can we put the lights on?

And, and the siren?

I think that's exactly what we should do.

(chuckles) (siren blaring, Sam laughing) That's sick!

See ya later!

(laughing) See ya!

BOY: Sam!

(boys laughing) BOY 2: Sam, what are you doing?!

(laughing, exclaiming) Oh, man, that's sick.

ROSANNA: It's still so hard to believe.

What a mess.

Thank you.

For catching father's killer.

It's the least he deserved.

TANIKA: Miss Bailey.

Under U.K. law, no one's allowed to benefit from a crime they commit.

Your brother won't inherit a penny.

Your father's entire estate, his house and money, will go to his next closest living relative.

You.

I'll make sure good comes of this.

(door closes) Look, I understand the why of it, but not the how.

How did Jenny manage to push that massive cabinet onto Sir Peter without being in the room?

Oh, it was Lady Bailey who revealed the truth to me.

You see, I'd worked out there was something wrong with her testimony, but it was only when I saw sunlight through a carafe that I realized.

When I inspected the jar of magnesium tape... ...it was in a sunbeam.

It was morning, and the sun was shining through the window.

But if the sun was shining through the window in the morning, how could it still be shining through the window in the afternoon?

So, if what Lady Bailey saw wasn't sunlight, what was it?

And that's when I remembered the magnesium tape.

When you light it, it burns white-hot.

And it's strong.

This is what happened.

Jenny got the study ready before the party.

She arranged all the equipment from the cabinet onto the floor in front of it and tied magnesium tape from the top of the cabinet to the hook on the wall.

That way, when she pushed it forward, it would lean over, but not fall.

You see, all along we've known that it was impossible for someone to get out of that room once it was locked, but there was one way in and out, even if it was only inches wide.

Hold on.

Here you go.

Lady Bailey told us that Sir Peter's bedroom was directly above his study.

LADY BAILEY (voiceover): Well, I knew no one would be on that side of the house.

There's only Peter's study and his bedroom above it.

They shared the same flue.

SUZIE: All she had to do was run the magnesium tape down the flue and connect it to the tape already attached to the hook.

Except, when she put the jar back, it wasn't quite in the right place, so it didn't smash when the cabinet fell.

Which Judith noticed-- of course she did.

Jenny had created a fuse that ran from the bedroom, down the flue, across the room, to the cabinet.

May I?

You may.

JUDITH: Rosanna thought Jenny was lighting a cigarette.

(lighter clicks) (flame hissing) But she was doing much more than that.

This was the bright light Lady Bailey saw.

Not sunlight-- magnesium tape.

♪ ♪ (flame hissing) ♪ ♪ JUDITH: Then, when everyone heard the racket of the cabinet crashing... (creaking) ...they presumed that was the moment that Sir Peter died, when, in reality, he'd been killed a few moments before.

And the will?

How does that fit into this?

That was a piece of improvisation from Jenny.

Her whole plan was based on her having no motive, but Sir Peter made up a new will.

She must have been in such a panic when she heard about it.

What was in it?

Would she now inherit?

As soon as she saw it, she hid it.

SUZIE: And she was right to.

It left everything to her, giving her a red-hot motive.

But it also named Tristram as the killer, her partner-in-crime.

Mm, she had to protect him.

(phone vibrating) JUDITH (voiceover: Until she learned that Tristram had an old girlfriend who was still on the scene.

Do you know who that is?

No.

JUDITH: Which is why she decided she'd make sure that it was now found.

Pointing the finger at Tristram.

ADAM: Miss Page asked me to work on the lawn.

JUDITH (voiceover): She needed to remind him of the power she had over him.

BECKS: Oh, this is the signature.

(door opens and closes) BECKS: How did it go?

Did we do it?

Did we get her?

SUZIE: Oh, Becks, it all went wrong.

She, she got away.

What?

Suzie!

(laughing) (exclaims) It went exactly as Judith said!

Yes!

Yes!

We got her!

(both laughing) SUZIE: I know you said you didn't want it, but you never know.

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait!

ZETA: Mm?

One last thing.

What, Mum?

I ordered it last night.

You know, just in case.

Here you go.

Now you're all set to cook!

Oh, thanks.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

(sighs) Mum, I have to get there today.

Yeah, you go-- I know.

You go.

Have the best time.

No, I got it.

(car door opens) I love you.

Love you, too.

You'll be fine.

You and me, we're always fine.

Bye!

Be careful!

(exhales) (softly): Stay safe.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) ♪ ♪ Oh!

We thought you might want some company.

Seeing as you're our friend and... ...we love you.

Well, you, you'd better come in, then!

Yum, yum.

(chuckles) JUDITH: We got margaritas.

SUZIE (laughing): Oh, that's my favorite, thank you!

JUDITH: Did you know they're named after Queen Margherita of Savoy?

I looked it up.

She visited Naples in 1889... SUZIE: All that matters is that it tastes delicious!

JUDITH: And the colors represent the colors on the Italian flag.

SUZIE Oh, Judith!

BECKS: Judith!

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ TANIKA: A man with no identity is stabbed.

BRENDAN: Are you three telepathic or something?

TANIKA: You can't be here-- this is a live crime scene.

SUZIE: You don't think she would stoop to murder?

PHIL: Where will it end?

JUDITH: I suggest we make ourselves useful.

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