Let's have a peek, then!
Oh, oh...
Oh, we've got work to do.
Try this, Frank.
Cheers, Will.
- What is that?
'Hell broth.'
It's Mucky Mallard's infamous hangover cure.
Works a charm for those brave enough to drink it.
Still taking good care of yourself, then, Frank?
Eh, you're the one who requested the hot date.
I need to pick your brains. - Tough.
William Porters. AKA, Billy The Brick.
What about him?
The Mayor of Arden was found this morning.
Whacked over the head with a blunt object.
Looks like a burglary gone wrong.
Ah, Billy's not the violent type. - Mmm.
It's gonna take Forensics a day or two to confirm
whether a brick was the murder weapon.
But Billy missed his appointment with his parole officer this morning
and his landlady hasn't seen him since yesterday.
This is a high-profile murder, Frank.
Just be straight.
Where would Billy go if he wanted to lie low?
I have no clue, sorry.
You'd be doing him a favour.
The victim had a shotgun in his hand
and judging by the pellets lodged in the wall
he managed to get one shot off clear, so Billy could be injured.
I've not seen him since I left the force.
Scout's honor.
Fine!
Have fun playing with your hangover fairies.
But call me if you think of anything.
Brad Pitt's body-double. - Hm.
How can I help? - Where have you been?
I've got a client here waiting for you.
Can't you deal with them?
They'll only speak to you.
Obviously a man of impeccable taste.
I'll be there in a minute. - Right, well, be quick
because I get the impression he's a few jewels short of a treasure chest.
Frank's on his way.
Can we get you anything?
Tea? Coffee?
Grog?
I'll have to call you back later, sweetheart.
It's all kicking off here. I've...
Alright.
Bye.
Come in.
Mrs Cathness. - I've told you, call me Victoria.
I just wanted to make sure everything's in place for later.
Under the circumstances...
Duncan understood the importance of creating more affordable housing.
Consider it his legacy.
I'll make the necessary arrangements. - Excellent!
See you later.
And congratulations.
Congratulations?
Well, you know what they say.
'The mayor is dead, long live the mayor!'
Your costume's hardly inconspicuous, is it, Billy?
Well, I had to do something!
Cops are looking for me.
I tried to get back to my flat this morning but they're all over the estate.
I can't protect you.
You're lucky I haven't called Marlowe already.
My advice? Hand yourself in.
But I didn't do it!
Funny, I remember you saying that the first time we met
as you climbed out of a bathroom window
with a rucksack full of someone else's belongings.
I mean it this time!
Well, all the more reason to go to the police.
Tell them it wasn't you. - They won't care if I did it or not!
They'll pin it on me anyway, bang me up for life.
I need you to clear my name.
I can't do it, Billy.
You're a wanted man.
I could get into serious trouble just talking to you!
You owe me, Frank.
Remember?
There's no evidence that Billy did it.
But if Marlowe finds out... - No. I owe Billy.
Big time.
Now he's here to collect his pound of flesh.
If you don't want to get involved, that's fine.
I'll do it on me own.
And let you have all the fun?
Right. First things first.
We need to find a place to hide him.
Right. Your place.
Nah, neighbor's too nosy. What about yours?
No. My Mum's staying.
I can't leave her alone with a suspected murderer.
He wouldn't last five minutes.
No.
Oh, come on. Just for a couple of days.
Yeah, Gloria won't mind.
I pay you double rates. Call it a babysitting bonus.
No! No, no, no, no, no, no!
I'm not having some tattooed lowlife sleeping on my sofa!
No offence. - None taken.
Haven't you got that audition coming up? Streetcar Named Desire?
So?
So, this, this is the perfect opportunity
to do an intensive character study on a...
on a uncivilised brutish thug.
No offence. - It's fine, really.
The part of Stanley is practically yours.
I am perfect for the role...
D'you think Sebastian will be alright?
He's tougher than he looks.
Anyway, they're under strict instructions to stay put.
What's the worst that could happen?
I'm trying not to think about that.
So, what are we doing here?
I want to speak to someone who knew the victim.
Duncan Rexler lived on his own
but he shared an office with his deputy.
Which one's that?
Ladies and gentlemen...
This morning we received the devastating news
that our beloved mayor, Duncan Rexler, passed away last night.
He was a friend and mentor and he shall be missed by all.
It was our first instinct to postpone
but I know that Duncan would have wanted us to go ahead.
This is a project that he cared deeply about.
So, it is in his name that I welcome you
to the launch of the Hilbury Woods Housing Development.
Let me introduce Victoria Cathness of Cathness Homes
who will tell you more about the plans.
Thank you.
At Cathness, we believe every family deserves a quality home.
Hilbury Woods will provide those homes.
It'll bring much-needed new jobs to the area and...
Excuse me!
In light of recent protests
may I ask you about the environmental impact?
And you are...? - Freya Elstob, Stratford Star.
In fact, we've already earmarked another plot of land
to plant an equivalent number of new trees
so really it's more of a woodland relocation.
The trees are simply moving!
But that's not...
Now, I'm sure you're all keen to see what this'll look like.
Save Hilbury Woods!
Save our newts!
Save Hilbury Woods! Save our newts!
'The woods are an important breeding ground for this endangered species.'
Sorry, I can't bring myself to care about a load of slimy lizards.
Newts aren't lizards.
They're amphibians.
Well, technically, semi-aquatic salamanders.
Aren't you full of surprises?
It's just at the end here.
Like I said, full of surprises!
We have to go another way.
What d'you mean, another way? That's where I live.
The shop?!
The flat above it, to be precise. I have some standards.
I can't go in there!
We'll wait until the police leave then we'll go.
But that's where I got this costume.
You've lost me, love.
I didn't exactly pay for it.
Oh.
Save Hilbury Woods!
Save our newts!
Save Hilbury Woods!
Save our newts!
Oh! - It's only me!
Oh, Sebastian, darling, you won't believe the morning I've had.
I was robbed. This man came in to... - Stop there, Gloria.
I know all about it.
In fact, it was my fault. - Oh, don't be daft!
You weren't even here... - Hear me out.
I was offered a tantalising nugget of R-and-D work
for this delicious new family touring show
Treasure-ls/and-with-a-twist sort of thing
and turned up to discover that one of my fellow thesps
had left his costume on the train.
So, natch, I told him to pick up whatever he needed from here
and I'd give you a call to make sure it was all tickety-boo
only it totally slipped my mind.
What? So the man who stole my costume...?
Marlon. Marlon!
I'm sorry about the misunderstanding.
Marlon, Gloria. Gloria, Marlon.
I am so sorry, Gloria.
Will you ever forgive me?
But... - I will cover the hire cost
and we will make sure it is returned in immaculate condition.
What a relief!
I feel silly for calling the police now.
Oh, I'd have done the same.
Oh, one more thing.
We're still sorting Marlon's digs.
Alright if he crashes on my sofa for a day or two?
Absolutely fine, darling.
You boys have fun!
Er...
The police called this morning.
I was devastated.
Duncan was about to retire from public service.
Was Mr Rexler popular? - What do you mean?
Well, people don't always think too highly of their local council.
Right, well, the police said that he interrupted a burglary.
Our client just wants to make sure all bases are covered.
Who's your client?
That's confidential. Isn't it? - It is, yes.
But, er, our aim is to ensure that justice is served.
Do you know who found the body?
A local journalist, Freya Elstob.
She turned up to interview him, found him dead on the floor.
She's here somewhere if you want to talk to her.
Look, I can't imagine anyone wanting to harm Duncan.
He was a true gentleman.
The actions of these vandals are not representative of wider public opinion.
And that will be made clear at the public consultation next week.
Sort it.
I will not have this project derailed by a bunch of out-of-control octogenarians.
Excuse me. My wife's waiting.
What's an...? - 80-year-old people.
Oh.
Freya Elstob?
I'm Luella Shakespeare and this is...
Frank Hathaway!
Do we know each other?
I covered the Ross case.
You saved an honest man from a life sentence.
Yeah, the ungrateful git still owes me north of a grand.
You found Duncan Rexler's body? Is that right?
Must've been horrible for you.
I knocked on his door
and there was no answer, so I checked the garden.
The backdoor was open, glass everywhere.
I went inside and...
well...
there was a lot of blood.
What were you going to interview him about?
He phoned yesterday, asked me to pop over.
Probably wanted a puff piece on this development, get the public onboard.
Anything to step the HAGS gaining more support.
The hags?
Hilbury Action Group.
They've been kicking up a fuss because the development
would destroy a breeding ground for rare newts.
Oh, so it's probably them...
It would explain why they didn't show their faces here today.
They must really like newts.
You distract him. I'll go round the back.
Me distract him? - Yeah.
Tell him your car's broken down and you need a push or something.
Why me? - Why? Because you, you've got the...
Feminine charms.
Hang on a minute. I'm not the token pair of boobs here!
We're partners, remember?
How about you tell him you need a push and I'll go round the back.
You're the designated driver.
Yeah. Look, fair enough. Yeah.
Erm... Sorry to bother you.
You have one saved message
received yesterday at 20:09.
It's Moses.
I got the message about your change of heart.
Call me back.
I'm at this charity thing later, but I'll have my mobile.
Christina. How can I help?
We found a van abandoned in Hilbury Woods
about a quarter of a mile from Duncan Rexler's cottage.
It's got Billy's prints all over it.
Why're you telling me for? - Well, I thought it might jog your memory.
You've got to bring him in, Frank.
Like I said, I haven't seen him in ages.
But I'll keep my eyes peeled. - Yeah, you do that.
Oh, Billy.
DI Marlowe?
Victoria Cathness. We met at the Rotary Ball.
Yeah sorry, I...
The Hilbury Action Group caused criminal damage
to Cathness property last night
yet nobody seems keen to arrest them.
It's really not my... - The Chief Inspector's an old friend.
Well, that may be...
He suggested that you make contact with the group.
Persuade them to desist from their illegal activities.
For all our sakes.
What were you thinking?
I only said I'd help because I...
What are you drinking?
Seb made it for me. It's pretty good.
Want one? - No.
I'm not stopping.
I managed to persuade Lu to wait in the car.
If she found out what a mess you're in, she'll want me to call the police!
Billy, why are your fingerprints in the van?
A mate paid me 50 quid to dump it, no questions asked.
This mate's name?
Do I look like a grass?
You worked for me as an informant for three years, Billy.
A grass is literally what you are.
I can't remember his name.
He's more of an acquaintance.
See him down the pub sometimes. - Yeah.
So have you found out who killed the old bloke or what?
Oh, cheers.
Well, they're getting on like a house on fire.
Billy's even drinking something with fruit in it.
So what's all this about?
Huh? - You and Billy.
Ah, ancient history.
Oh, come on, Frank, we're partners.
Or do I have to ring DI Marlowe, get her to enlighten me?
Alright.
A few years back, I was chasing this gang.
They were doing over post offices.
My DS let something slip to the wrong person.
The gang found out Billy was passing me information.
Beat him to within an inch of his life.
Still, that's not your fault.
My informant, my responsibility.
Like he says, I owe him.
Do you think he's telling the truth?
Billy's never told the truth in his life.
If he tried, he'd go into anaphylactic shock.
Doesn't mean he killed Duncan Rexler, though.
Talking of which, did you get those contact details?
Oh, yeah.
80, according to a recent newspaper report
the leader of the HAGs is a woman called Edie Grimes
and she lives by the woods.
No wonder she didn't want 'em chopped down.
Go on then. Jump in.
Let's go and see how far she's willing to take this protest campaign.
Actually, you go.
I'm going to go to see the new mayor.
Find out what Duncan's 'change of heart' was really all about.
- Come in.
Sorry, I can wait if you're... - Actually, we were just finished.
Mr Abiola kindly offered to help with Mr Rexler's obituary.
I'll get those quotes over to you ASAP.
Thanks for your time.
Er, just a quick question...
Yeah, shouldn't you be leaving this to the police?
Oh, no.
They're under a lot of pressure, aren't they? Under-resourced.
Listen.
All I wanna do is find Mr Rexler's murderer.
Very well.
Now you... you... you left a message
on Mr Rexler's answerphone last night.
How do you know that?
Official channels.
Er...
What was... what was his 'change of heart”?
I can't tell you.
He never called me back.
Do you think he changed his mind
about supporting the Hilbury Woods development, or...?
Possible, I suppose.
He never mentioned any doubts to me.
It'd be a brave man to go up against Victoria Cathness.
Why d'you say that?
You've met her.
She's, erm...
She's not exactly overflowing with the milk of human kindness.
So why are you supporting the development?
We need houses.
And being mayor's just a stepping stone.
Next general election, I intend to stand as a parliamentary candidate.
Wow.
If I'm going to become an MP, I'm going to need the support of people like Victoria.
Actually, one second, I just need to...
catch my colleague before he goes to lunch.
Ready? - That's him. Mike.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Hm.
What d'you mean, 'we're out'?
There's nothing left.
Not even any of those weird jelly shots?
Not even the jeered welly shots.
I'll pop to the shops. - No! Mm!
Mm-mm. Too dangerous.
Well, you go then. - I'm not leaving you alone in my flat.
You're a... felonious vagabond.
I need something to settle my nerves.
I hate being cooped up.
Reminds me of prison. I get... tense.
I could teach you some breathing techniques.
Or we could go down the pub!
The constabulary are looking for you.
Unless...
What?
There's one place we could go.
Somewhere the police definitely wouldn't look for you.
But you can't go dressed like that.
Nah, you won't change me mind.
We'll keep on fighting while there is a single newt left.
But I'm not trying to change your mind.
I'm... I'm just trying to learn a bit more about your campaign.
Out, Spot!
Out, I say!
Out!
Stupid dog.
Did you ever meet Duncan Rexler?
Many times, not that he'd listen.
Too busy prancing around in that silly bloody hat.
Oh, we protest, we petition, we've done everything.
Ever considered any more direct action?
I've got to be smart.
Cathness was asked to commission an ecological report
but the council so far have refused to publish it.
If we get our hands on that, we'll have the public on our side.
Maybe the council'II change their mind, now Mr Rexler's gone.
What d'you mean, gone?
Oh?
Oh, he was found dead this morning.
Sorry, I thought you knew.
Oh, I don't know anything about that.
Oh, I'm not suggesting you know any...
I don't know anything about that!
I should get back.
No, wait! I...
Spot, come!
Big night out?
We'll see.
Just the two of you?
It's not like that.
If you say so, sweetheart.
Tell Marlon I'll do his washing for him. - Hm?
The clothes he left when he took the pirate's costume.
It's no bother.
I've got a load to do for Malcolm's show at the Windmill anyway.
Come on!
Give us a twirl!
Is this Mick Jagger I see before me?
Don't you scrub up well?
Sure this is necessary? - Absolutely.
Watch out, Stratford! Something wicked this way comes!
Oh, darling?
Ask him where he gets his Kensington Gore from, Will you?
It's terribly realistic.
Look.
Scared me witless when I first saw him.
Edie Grimes knows something.
She went as white as a ghost the minute I mentioned Duncan was dead.
Our new mayor lied.
Duncan phoned him back last night.
According to his call log, they spoke for over five minutes.
Never trust a man who wears a big gold necklace.
Don't we need some kind of actual evidence?
Maybe a motive?
OK, er, so...
80 Duncan tells Moses he's withdrawing support
for the housing development.
Moses sees an opportunity to become the new mayor
and get the support of Victoria Cathness.
No, Duncan was stepping down anyway.
Everything alright with our guest? - No, it's not.
It's not alright at all.
Alright, keep your codpiece on. What's happened?
Billy killed the mayor, that's what's happened.
What do you mean?
All I know is that he walked into Gloria's shop this morning covered in blood.
Stay there. We're coming to the flat.
Er, we're not at the flat.
Well, where are you?
We're in the bar on Angus Road.
Look, we're on the way.
Try and act normal and don't let him out of your sight.
Look, I swear it wasn't me!
Yes, I got it.
But I can't! Not at the moment.
Hey. - You alright?
Yes, I'm fine.
I thought Frank said not to use your phone.
Can't the police track it? - It's a burner.
The only person with the number is me mum and she's not going to tell anybody.
Even so... - Let's just have a drink, shall we?
80, boys, what do we fancy?
Beer. Two beers.
Nice.
What is this place?
This is... Illyria.
You'll have to get these.
Look, can't find me wallet.
You alright, love?
We should call Marlowe. - Not yet.
Oh, just accept it, Frank. Billy did it.
I want to look him in the eyes first.
There might be an explanation. - Well, it better be a good one.
Or I'm making the call.
At last! - Where is he?
He went to powder his nose. You.
Next time you need a crash pad for your pet murderer, use your own place.
He could have stabbed me to death on my own sofa!
Would have been just my luck.
'So wise, so young, they say, do never live long...'
Ugh. How long's he been in there? - I don't know.
Five minutes? - Oh, you...
Men's.
He's gone.
Oh.
Never mind.
I told you not to let him out of your sight!
What should I have done? Followed him into the toilets?
Offer to hold Little Billy for him?
I don't know how to answer that.
Look, we need to find him.
And then we will what?
Persuade him to hand himself in.
Right.
Did he mention any names, any places?
No, not that I remember.
Oh, wait... He phoned his mum.
Right. Get on the computer. Get her details.
I'll put an ear on the police scanner, see if his name pops up.
What about Marlowe? - Look, let's find him first.
If he doesn't play ball, I'll call her myself.
Hiya!
Did Sebastian mention where he was...? - Oh, he's just gone upstairs.
Oh, I thought he was going... Oh, never mind.
Er, he's a bit busy at the moment, got a big case on.
Could you give him this, then?
His boyfriend left it in my shop.
Oh, I'll make sure he gets it. - Oh, have you met him?
Not our Sebastian's usual type, but it's nice he's met someone.
Toodle pip.
Do you think she meant...?
Driving license, credit card...
Oh, look! Loyalty card for Freddy's Fried Chicken.
Receipts, rubbish...
Oh, what's that?
Must be his mum.
I know that woman.
Hey, Mum.
I'm on my way to talk to the leader of the HAGS now, sir.
Yes, I'm aware Mrs Cathness is an acquaintance of yours.
But I've been rather busy on the Duncan Rexler case.
Yes, sir. Absolutely.
I'll take care of it.
Like I've got nothing better to do.
- Call me when you find something! - Yes, ma'am.
Where is he? - Who?
Billy. We've been doing some digging, Edie.
We know he's your foster son. - So?
Why, I haven't seen him for months.
Whose bag is that?
We're trying to help him.
I think I've heard that one before!
He needs to hand himself in, Edie.
Why?
If he confesses, you know, and says the old man threatened him
with the gun and he panicked... - It's not what happened!
I told you to keep out of sight!
So what did happen, Billy? - And no more lies.
OK.
I broke into his house.
Except I didn't have to break in.
Look, when I got there, the backdoor was open
and the glass was smashed.
/ went into the study
and my feet went from under me
And that's when I saw him, lying on the floor.
But he was already dead. - So what did you do?
I just grabbed what I came for and left.
Only then my van wouldn't start, so I had to leave it in the woods and leg it on foot.
Hang on, you said you grabbed what you came for.
Does that mean you were in there to steal something specific?
The ecological report into the Hilbury Woods Development?
It confirms that it is a breeding ground for the Great Crested Newt.
This goes public, they'll have to pull the plug.
Mrs Grimes?
Mrs Grimes, are you in there?
It's DI Marlowe from Arden Constabulary. We need to talk.
I can hide you! - No, Mum.
I don't want you getting into trouble.
Please, Frank.
They'll lock me up for the rest of my life.
I have done some stupid things, but I don't deserve that.
Open the door, please, Mrs Grimes!
Please!
I'll try.
Thank you.
D'you know, I was just going to give you a call.
He was just... - I mean, look who we found?
Ooh, good morning. - Is it?
How'd it go at the station?
They've charged Billy with murder and Marlowe's furious with me.
She has got a point.
So, are we done?
No.
Look Billy's a lying toerag, but I believe him about this.
Most likely, Duncan Rexler was murdered to make sure
the Hilbury Woods development went ahead.
We need to use the report. - What do you mean? Go public?
Not exactly.
I got your message. Thanks so much for this.
You are very welcome.
When we found out that council property had been stolen from Mr Rexler's house
we wanted to return it as soon as possible.
You have our gratitude. - Certainly...
Certainly made for very interesting reading.
You read it? - Yeah.
Yeah, so I suppose that means the whole development's gonna be shelved now?
Not necessarily.
There are lots of factors to take into account.
This is a box-ticking exercise, really.
Oh, right? Oh.
Oh, that's not how it came across to me, but then what do I know?
I'm sure it will all be sorted at the public consultation next week, won't it?
Oh, don't worry about circulating the report beforehand
'cause I've made copies so I'll just bring them with me, shall I?
Great.
Anything yet? - Shh! '
What if he finds the bug? - Shh!
- I think it's working.
Victoria, it's Moses.
We might have a problem.
/t doesn't matter, you have to deal with it.
It was nothing...
/f this scuppers my plans, 'cause I tell you What, you will pay the price.
Even if we can prove that they're working together
how will we prove that they murdered Duncan?
Well, if they killed once, who knows, maybe they'll kill again.
Mm. But who?
What!
Hang on a minute.
Did you... did you send me in there as bait?!
Well, 'bait' is a strong word.
Frank, do you think they're gonna try and bump me off before the public consultation?
Oh, thanks a lot, Frank!
Look, you're gonna be completely safe.
I will make sure I know where those two are at all times.
Oh, really?
Right, so where's Victoria Cathness right now?
Well, she's on the...
Ah... Well, yes, I...
I'll find her
and in the meantime you've absolutely nothing to worry about.
Do you make a habit of spying on people?
Yes, actually. It's my job.
Well, then I suggest you get better at it.
If this is about Duncan Rexler's murder
I was at a charity ball all night, as can be confirmed by DI Marlowe.
Talking of whom, if I catch you following me around again, I'm calling the police.
You won't. We're leaving. Sorry.
See.
She's not the type to get her hands dirty.
I reckon she'd get him to do it.
Oh, wait, wait.
Ooh, she's keen to butter up the new mayor.
Ah, is that what you call it?
It's nothing.
A silly fling.
It's over now.
We saw.
What do you want from me?
Money? - We want to be illuminated.
You lied about speaking to Duncan again the night he died. Why?
It wasn't a lie.
We'd be happy to show these pictures to your wife.
And kids.
I'm telling the truth. I didn't speak to him.
OK, let's go.
Wait!
You've got the wrong end of the stick.
Duncan still supported the housing development.
Well, so why say he had a change of heart?
The change of heart wasn't about that.
He found out about Freya and me.
And I take it he didn't approve?
He left me a message that night to say that he was planning to stay on
until he was confident that there was a 'successor of suitable moral calibre'.
The whole thing was ridiculous.
We'd already given him his engraved bloody clock!
There was a call from his mobile to yours 25 to nine the night he died.
Lasted for several minutes, but you told Frank...
I didn't even have my phone on me.
I was at the charity ball by then.
I got dressed in the office and I must've left it behind.
Yeah, but the call wouldn't have registered unless somebody had answered.
Ah!
So when you say 'you got dressed in the office', I take it you had company?
A certain reporter, perhaps?
Freya?
Yeah, it's Frank Hathaway.
I've... I've got a tip-off for you.
Well, it's to say thanks for, er, helping us out yesterday.
The police have got a new suspect in the Duncan Rexler case.
Mm-hm.
Female, mid-to-late twenties.
They reckon she bashed him on the head with a carriage clock.
Er, well, they didn't say.
They're on their way to pick her up now.
You're welcome.
Glad to be of service.
What was all that about a carriage clock?
Where do you keep a carriage clock? - I dunno.
Mantelpiece, usually. - Mm.
Wasn't one there.
But I did find this clock key in the fireplace by the body.
And Moses said Duncan got a clock for his retirement present.
You really think this is going to work?
You're good. You're very good.
Oh, there'll be no talking to you now.
I wouldn't bother, love.
We'll only fish it out again.
Moses told us what happened between you that night.
Does it suit me?
Take it off.
I'm going to be late for this stupid charity dinner.
Can I see you afterwards? - No. Rachel will be there.
Tomorrow then?
Look, Freya, I don't know if I can keep doing this.
What do you mean?
Duncan knows.
He's threatening to stay on another term.
I've got to do everything I can to prove to him
that I'm a safe pair of hands. - But I love you.
You told me that you...
Unless I stop seeing you, he's going to do everything he can
to prevent me from becoming mayor.
What choice do I have? - Maybe I could talk to him?
I could explain... - He won't listen.
I don't have time for this now.
I'll call you.
Lock up behind you, yeah?
It was you that answered the call, wasn't it?
And then terrified of losing Moses
you tried to get Mr Rexler to change his mind about standing for re-election.
When he refused, you went to his house and you murdered him.
That's ridiculous.
But then you staged a burglary, didn't you?
Just fired off a shot from the gun
so that it would look like Mr Rexler had disturbed an intruder.
And you made up a story about him arranging a meeting with you
so you had an excuse to find the body.
It wouldn't matter that your DNA was all over the place.
It wasn't me!
You're holding the murder weapon.
- No. You're wrong. - Look at your hands, Freya.
Moses is very ambitious, very driven.
I've always loved that about him. He needed to become mayor.
So, yes, I went to Mr Rexler's house. But just to talk.
He loves me. I love him. It's not just some stupid fling. Let me...
But you are ruining two people's lives. - Please...
But he wouldn't listen to you, would he?
He said that Moses would never leave his wife.
That I shouldn't have been so naive.
Then he ordered me to get out.
Go!
Is that why you killed him?
Because he told you a truth you just couldn't bear to hear?
No!
I... I don't know.
All I could think was this stupid, judgmental old man
was forcing Moses to throw away what we have together
and I couldn't let that happen.
And now Moses has dumped you anyway.
Maybe I should've broken his skull instead.
It's his fault.
His promises, his lies.
He's turned me into...
I'm better than this!
Yes, Christina.
It's me. - A tissue.
Frank.
Listen I've got somebody you're gonna want to talk to.
You are better than him.
Men, eh?
Ah, so Marlowe let you out, then? - On bail.
Oh, the CPS are still deciding
whether they're going to charge him for the break-in.
I'd ask our new mayor to put in a good word for you
but I'm not sure how long he'll be in the role.
He might not have known about the murder
but having an affair with your predecessor's killer won't look good in the polls.
I'll be alright.
I'm sorry I abandoned you in that bar, mate.
Me mum was nagging me to get that report to her.
Nice place, though, that Illyria.
I think that barmaid fancied me.
Who could resist?
I think you owe us all a pint, don't you, Billy?
Sorry, Frank. Can't find my wallet.
No such luck.
Same again?
A strawberry cider, please.
Pfft!
Ah, he's a good boy, really.
And at least he broke in this time for a good cause.
I take back everything bad I've ever said about him.
Here's to Billy, Saviour of the Newts!
To Billy. And to a debt paid.