MUSIC
Yesterday afternoon at 4pm, you were all gathered here for cocktails...
..to celebrate Mr Coleman and Miss Green's engagement.
And at 4.45pm, you, Mr Baker,
you proposed a photo of the happy couple.
But Miss Green, she went into her bedroom to freshen up.
Whereas you all know she went into anaphylactic shock
because of her nut allergy.
And her EpiPen, which she always kept in her handbag, wasn't there?
SHE GROANS
Which means she was effectively poisoned by one of you.
Hang on a second. She was alone in her bedroom. How could one of us...?
Erm...
Lipstick.
Miss Green's lipstick had been adulterated with nut oil.
And because none of you came or went between 4pm and 4.45pm,
we can only conclude that one of you...
Him!
You did it!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I loved your mother.
You loved all of this, Brad.
No, Lola, it wasn't Brad who killed your mother.
It was you.
We have an eyewitness.
This is Miss Green's tree surgeon.
And at 4.25pm, he was working in the garden
with a clear line of sight through to the bedroom.
Mr McClintock, who did you see yesterday in the bedroom at 4.25pm
adulterate Mrs Green's lipstick?
That lady there.
No, no, no!
I'm sorry.
That lady there. No, no, no. I didn't...
She was wearing a white dress.
I need to see Erin. I want my daughter.
Yeah, I'll bring her. Lola. This way, please, sir.
I'll bring her. Follow me. Don't worry.
Never feels as good as you think it's going to feel, does it, Ma?
No, it doesn't.
Honestly, baby, it doesn't reflect on you as a man, OK?
Now, put your thumbs on the side clips, just like we talked about.
Now push and raise.
It's all in one movement. Push and raise.
No, it's not impossible.
You're a gas fitter. This isn't rocket science.
Just take a bloody hammer to it.
You're a gas fitter. This isn't rocket science.
Just take a bloody hammer to it.
You know, to be fair to the boyfriend,
those dishwasher tab boxes, they are a nightmare.
Why do you always defend him?
Good morning, everyone.
I just wanted to thank you all personally
for all your hard work on the Susie Green inquiry.
I know it took up most of the...
Sergeant, do we have an issue?
Well, the chair's broke.
Ma'am, Lisa's body's been found.
Do you have a name?
No ID so far, pending a full search.
But I did get hold of the landlord.
He said her name is Anne Hegety.
She moved in last week on a month-long lease.
No signs of forced entry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I think I can pull data on when the front door was last buzzed open.
OK. So she let someone in who she knew, expected.
Small calibre weapon, one shot.
Disfigured her face.
Fire from here.
Dead for at least 24 hours.
No. Three.
A lot more than three, Sarge.
Rigors are fully set in.
No, no, that's...
Is it three?
Please don't even suggest that this is the third victim.
Lycom core entry system data.
Anne Hegety buzzed someone into her apartment at 5.56am yesterday morning,
which fits with the initial pathology assessment.
So we're working on 6am Sunday as time of death.
What is it now?
This is not my chair.
Anne Hegety, what do we have?
Search team have been through the flat.
There's no purse, no phone.
Nothing to confirm her name is Anne Hegety.
We've got any news on that three?
It looks like it's from some sort of board game or something.
No. The flat was empty apart from her clothes and toiletries.
Yeah, we canvassed the neighbours. No-one even knew she moved in there.
What about the landlord? Did he get a previous address?
No. It was all done electronically.
It's like erasing her trail before she's killed.
It's like almost a victim colluding in their own murder.
We've got an ID.
Prints, dental work, birthmark on the left shoulder,
all matches a registered misper.
Anne Holgate.
She vanished on a visit to the old Holyrood Church in Bradford-on-Avon
and that's 38 years ago.
There was a huge search.
Anne Holgate was never found.
Until now.
38 years missing?
She was aged 15 with her twin brother, Mark.
He was the only witness to her disappearance.
The mother took her life a year later.
The father died shortly after alcohol-related.
So Mark Holgate is her only living relative.
Come on!
No, I don't want to.
Who's going to see? Huh?
Oh, look. Our babies. Our girls.
We're empty nesters. It's just you and me, babe.
That's it.
Let the music take you.
I'll go.
Are you sure it's Anne?
I'm afraid so.
Fingerprints and dental records confirm it.
And the birthmark on her left shoulder.
When we found Anne's body this morning, she had been dead just over 24 hours.
How did she die?
She was shot through the head.
We found her in a flat less than a mile from here.
Oh my God.
Mr. Holgate, did your sister try and contact you recently?
No.
Or any time in the last 38 years?
No.
She was using the name Anne Hegety. Does that mean anything to you?
Can you confirm where you were at 6am on Sunday morning?
I was here with my wife. Asleep.
There was no one else in the house.
Our daughters have just gone to India on a walk for charity.
Do you have security cameras? Just for elimination?
Yeah, we do, but I don't know.
All the camera stuff is in the downstairs
hallway cupboard. Just take whatever you need.
All these years wondering what happened to her. Why didn't she contact me?
What do you think?
Oh, it's a shark.
So, excuse me.
Um...
What happened to Anne really damaged Mark.
He lost his family and he's just always blamed himself for not protecting her.
He needs answers, detective.
We all do, please.
I'll do my best, Mrs. Holgate.
Thank you.
The Holgate CCTV cameras. Lucy comes home at 7pm Saturday.
Mark is just after 9pm. No one leaves until 11.45am Sunday,
which is nearly six hours after Anne Holgate was shot.
Ma'am, ballistics.
Well, its durations don't match with anything on the database,
but the weapon, a Makarov 9x18mm.
It's a Russian military issue.
DCR MacDonald? DS Dodds?
Sit down, both of you.
Did Mark Holgate kill his sister?
No. His alibi checks.
Russian weapon, one shot. Looks like a professional killing.
Not ruling that out, ma'am.
OCG Task Force Intelligence file.
Over my two years with the unit, Mark Holgate was a level one target.
People trafficking, prostitution. Holgate launders the profits,
but keeps himself well insulated.
I didn't see Mark Holgate as someone who started as a street level thug.
He looks so normal.
A few misdemeanours in his teens. By his
early 20s, he's crime group middle management.
A cut above your average thug. Marries the daughter of a GP and a lecturer.
They meet while she's doing her teacher training.
He goes to uni, does an MBA, assumes the life of your average wealthy fund manager,
but all the while using his boutique investment fund,
he's moving from sterilising dirty money for
30% commission to some kind of impresario.
Nowadays, Mark Holgate initiates and finances
large scale cross border criminal enterprises.
He destroys lives, families, communities at several removes.
You think he had his sister shot on his own doorstep, practically?
We can't rule it out, can we?
But this is an opportunity.
You have a duty to keep the bereaved informed
about any developments in your enquiries.
One smoking gun is all we need. One loose brick to pull his whole house down.
And a few other houses too. Clear?
Yes, Mum.
Oh.
We need to go see the girls. Now.
I still can't believe that Mr Holgate's some sort of crime lord.
And why is the death of his sister an opportunity?
Well, he can get inside his life and his family subtly.
Put a bit of pressure on him, destabilise him, maybe he makes a mistake.
Well, if he's a criminal mastermind, won't he know that we're doing that?
Well, he'll suspect, of course, but...
OK, so we're just two low-level coppers doing our duty.
Don't give him cause to think we've got another agenda, OK?
OK, so I'm a cop posing as a non-undercover cop.
Whatever works for you.
He's not answering my texts.
Boyfriend. He thinks I was too harsh about the washing-tab box.
It's just your way, Mam. He must be used to it by now.
Can we come in, sir?
Er, actually, it's a bit inconvenient at the moment.
I've got builders in. Well, they're the foundations.
Hey, listen, what's for the uniformed officers passing by every hour?
Oh, that's just standard procedure, Mr Holgate.
Cos your sister's death was a firearm incident.
We like to keep an eye on the immediate family of the deceased.
OK, so, what's the plan?
Well, I'm going to go and see the police.
And, as a firearm incident, we like to keep an
eye on the immediate family of the deceased.
OK, thanks.
I apologise if this is disturbing, but the ballistics team have established
that the weapon used to shoot your sister
was a Makarov 18mm, Russian military-issued.
So that we can't rule out that your sister's
murder might have been professional.
OK.
Sorry, again, to ask, but have you any idea why
someone would want to shoot your sister like that?
So, what sort of a question is that? I mean, Mark hasn't seen Anne for...
Oh, you going on your holidays?
Yeah, we're flying over India tomorrow to
visit our daughters, had it planned months ago.
That's not helpful, sir.
Well, look, if there are any developments, we can be back within a day.
We miss our daughters. Life goes on.
I mean, we could postpone it.
No, we can't.
Ma'am, it is a bit odd him going away, but I understand it.
And I understand the whole picture, but we've
got the number three from the crime scene.
I mean, where did it come from and how did it get there?
CPS have just got in touch about the Susie Green case.
When you took the written statement from Nevis McClintock,
you didn't get him to sign the declaration on the front.
So you better go and fix that.
Like now.
Sorry, Sarge, needs to be done.
Mr McClintock!
Forgive me. It's about your witness statement.
It's my fault. We just need you to sign the front of the statement.
We need to read it out to you first.
OK.
I arrived at Mrs Green's at 4.15 on Saturday afternoon.
I parked my van by the side of...
It's no less than...
OK, side of the house. And just after 5pm, I looked through the window and...
Man needs a tidy!
I'll just carry on.
I saw a woman in a long white dress in the hall.
She took something from her handbag. I couldn't see...what.
After that, I didn't pay much...
Sarge?
What is that?
Is that...?
What's that doing here?
You're a piano braucht wir zugelassen,
Denieren und Beifallen.
In thy heart's blest, I'll destroy the rest,
In this and all the world's last.
India?
So, he's getting out of the country until this blows over,
and if it doesn't blow over, then we never see him again.
So, without cause to detain him, how do we keep him here?
His wife. We put his key relationship under strain.
Lucy is a kind-hearted housewife.
He's alpha and assertive, but I don't think she wanted to go abroad.
I think she's worried that her family's going to fall apart.
She really wants to know the truth about Anne, and she thinks I can get it.
Feels like she's reaching out somehow.
OK. Use that.
Right, everyone.
Is everything OK?
Lucy, I haven't got any leads, and Mark even looks...
Bad. With what he wants to do.
And, you know, I have to support him.
I wonder if I took him back to the old church where Anne disappeared
and go through his original statement.
Maybe I could unlock something.
Anything that they might have missed.
Well, you want him to relive the whole thing?
I think Anne's murder last Sunday is
connected to her disappearance 38 years ago.
Lucy, you asked me to get you answers.
I'm trying to help.
All right. I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
The person you have dialed is not available.
Please leave a message after the turn.
Hi, it's me.
Can you call me back?
Um, yeah. Call me back.
OK. What am I doing back here?
I noticed this white dress when we were here yesterday morning.
And look there. There's a piece missing. It's been torn off.
And I found this.
Nevis McClintock's van.
It's a perfect match.
Susie Green's EpiPen.
Anne Holgate must have taken it from her bag at the party.
I don't think it's innocent.
Anne Holgate killed Susie Green.
An interview? At the church?
DCI MacDonald asked me to talk to you.
She wants to help. She seems nice.
No. No way. It's not going to happen.
Mr McClintock, if I can just take you back to Saturday afternoon,
you drove to Miss Green's house for your
weekly slot treating and oak decline problem.
Well, some of the older trees are dying
because they were planted in Victorian times.
If I could just show you this.
CCTV outside Susie Green's house. There's your van going through.
Stop and enlarge. Can you see that?
You OK?
I just got a wee bit of double-fishing that's all.
Is that a white dress in there?
That's what it looks like.
And you told us that you saw Lola Baker at Miss Green's handbag wearing a white dress.
Wait, hold your horses. No. I said I saw someone
that looked like that lady in a white dress.
You can see how we would conclude that you haven't been entirely truthful with us.
The woman outside the shop.
Sorry, what woman?
See, I didn't think too much of it at the time, but when I was driving to Mrs Green's
I stopped at that wee mini-market across from
Victoria Park and there was a woman outside
and she wanted paracetamol, but she didn't want to go in because her ex was inside
and so would I go in for her and so I did and I got the paracetamol
and then when I came out she wasn't there.
What was she wearing?
Er, dress, shoes.
Colours, Nervous. What colours?
White dress.
What does she look like?
Erm, ordinary. Nice.
What age was she?
Dirties, forties.
Fifties maybe.
Nice, had a lovely smile.
Nervous McClintock, he's easily confused, easily fooled.
Now if he is telling the truth, which I believe
he is and has got something to do with this,
then that must mean that Anne Holgate used his
van to get in and out of Susie Green's house.
And frame Lola Baker.
Exactly. Now, this here is a photograph of Lola Baker's wardrobe
and it was taken when we searched her house.
Now, look, she wears nothing but white.
Well, if you wanted to frame Lola Baker for the murder of her mother,
you'd have needed to have known that and you'd have also needed to know that
Susie Green was hosting that party on Saturday.
But Anne could never have known about the party.
However, how would Mark Holgate have known all that?
He's got a rock-solid alibi.
But why would Mark Holgate want to kill Susie Green?
Susie Green was an investigative journalist, fearless by all accounts.
When we looked into her background, she'd exposed
sex scandals, bribery, political corruption
and organised crime, a lot of organised crime.
So Mark Holgate's activities would have been right up her street.
Maybe Anne killed Susie to protect her brother.
OK, we rule nothing in, we rule nothing out.
I'll get Lola released. So start at Susie's house as a first priority.
Then let's focus on the party. What do we have?
OK. So who was at the party at Susie Green's on Saturday?
Ruling out Lola, why would you frame yourself?
That leaves us with Cal Baker, her husband and Brad Coleman.
So where were they at 6am on Sunday morning?
What exactly was Susie Green investigating?
More to the point, who was she investigating?
All these stories, these articles.
How nice, it was indecipherable.
Well, most of it's in shorthand. It's going to take a while.
I'll shout that with the specialist search team.
Sarge?
I came here to organise my mother's funeral.
Oh, and I'm suing for a wrongful arrest.
Lola, listen, you do what you have to do.
The force is going to issue a formal apology, but I'm sorry.
We jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Who killed my mother?
It's possible her death was related to her work.
Did she mention what she was working on recently?
If I asked my mum about her work, she'd say it's better you don't know.
What about you, Lola?
Look, we had our issues and we could beat each other's throats about everything,
but she was an amazing woman.
The stories she ran, the people she took on.
She was fearless because she had values.
And I'm trying to inherit her values, not her money.
I'm sorry, Lola, but with your husband's business going under...
Sorry, what?
You didn't know?
No. No, I didn't know that.
Miss Baker, can you confirm where your husband was on Sunday morning?
At 6am, after we released him.
Why?
There's been a second killing connected to your mother's death on Sunday morning.
I don't know where he went.
He didn't come home till after 8.
He said he needed to go for a walk to clear his head.
We finished interviewing you at 5.30am.
So where were you at 6am?
I was at home trying to sleep, but I couldn't.
Why? What happened Sunday morning?
A woman named Anne Holgate was shot in her flat.
Who's Anne Holgate?
The person who murdered your mother-in-law.
Lola didn't tell you?
We made a mistake.
I thought you'd be happy to hear that.
Yeah, yeah, I am. I am happy.
I guess doubly happy. You get your wife back.
She gets her mother's money, and that's certainly
enough to get this place back on its feet.
Well, that's good news.
Thank you.
So we're still after a murderer, and that person knew that Lola was
going to be in Miss Green's house on Saturday and set out to frame her.
You think I killed my mother-in-law and then framed my wife to
bail out my business when everything I've ever done is for Lola?
Are you serious?
Well, I was down at your station, mate, wasn't I, giving you a detailed statement?
Actually, Mr Coleman, we released you at 5.30am, so 6am. Where were you then?
I went straight home alone. Couldn't sleep, obviously.
But at 6am on Sunday morning, a woman called
Anne Holgate was shot dead in her flat.
Sorry, what's this Anne woman got to do with me?
Because she murdered your fiancée.
What? Hang on, I...
Well, I thought it was Lola. We made a mistake.
That's not a mistake.
You're considering the possibility that the person who shot
Anne Holgate colluded with her in the murder of your fiancée,
and then shot Anne Holgate at 6am on Sunday morning.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.
You think I'm behind two murders? Seriously?
Let's get it out there, OK? I'm no angel. I've been
in trouble with the law before, low-level stuff.
Then I met Suzy. I put all that crap behind me. And you've got to believe me.
Cal still claims he was with Lola at 6am. And he didn't seem
happy she was released. He's not being straight with us.
I'd say the same about Mr Coleman. And he didn't have a verifiable alibi.
So we've all out Nevis McClintock.
Oh. If Nevis is somehow involved in the murder of Miss
Green, why would he tell us about the woman outside the shop?
Hmm.
London? He's in London.
Oh, so he texted you back, did he?
No, I've got a tracking app on him 24-7.
Does he know that?
Of course he does. Who do you think I am, Sarge?
Well, have you got one on you?
No, I'm pleased. It's not allowed.
What is he doing at the anchor at this time
of day? Don't say it's five o'clock somewhere.
I don't even know what that means, ma'am.
Why isn't he answering my calls or my texts?
Woman wants a word.
Mark, Holgate's solicitor's been in touch. He's agreed to the interview at the church.
Very good work, Lauren. Your approach with his wife worked.
Oh, approach with his wife?
I reached out to her.
I think he might be abusive. Their
relationship shows signs of coercive control.
So did Holgate commission his sister to kill
Susie Green? Is he the one pulling the strings?
Sarge, we need you to go through the Anne Holgate disappearance file.
You don't have to write this down. Go over Mark's interview and statements.
Find you the comb.
Go.
Lucy said she wouldn't be on the plane to Mumbai unless I agreed to this.
Though I hardly see the point. It was nearly 40 years ago.
Well, thank you for your cooperation. I appreciate it. Sergeant Dodds?
So, um, can I just take you back to the 24th
of July, 1986, sir? Um, in your own words.
Right, well, Anne had always wanted to visit
this place, God knows why, and I tagged along.
When we got here, she told me to go and see the six deadly sins.
Six? Don't you mean seven deadly sins, sir?
Oh, yeah, seven.
So, uh, I had a look and then when I turned back she'd gone.
One...
So, yeah, no, look, it is six.
What?
Well, there's only six deadly sins here, sir, not seven.
So if Anne told you to go and look at the six deadly sins...
Look, I don't know what she... It was a long time ago.
Why, it says seven in your written statement,
but I suppose someone could have changed that.
So, if your sister hadn't been here before, how did she
know to tell you to go and look for the six deadly sins?
I have no idea.
Anne vanished when your back was turned.
I mean, she must have been here before.
Sir, do you think it's possible that your
sister might have staged her own disappearance?
In your statement, you say that you didn't
call the police, but you did call the police.
In your statement, you say that you didn't call the police straight away.
I thought she'd gone back to get the train, so that's what I did.
When I got back home and she wasn't there, that's when my old man raised the alarm.
So if she didn't go back to the train station,
her only other route would have been...
This way.
Why would Anne do that?
I don't know.
Are you acquainted with a woman called Susie Green?
She was murdered in her home in Bath last Saturday afternoon.
Why would you ask me that?
There's compelling evidence that your sister killed her.
OK, look, I'm here on good faith on the advice
of my solicitor as a witness, not a suspect.
Thanks for the clover.
What are you thinking?
Well, look at all these old barges.
Is anyone living here? Is anyone used?
They're sort of invisible.
I'm thinking about this three-hour delay before the police were called.
Which puts them behind the curve playing catch-up.
They're seen the worst, a 15-year-old girl being abducted.
They set up roadblocks, cover train stations, watch the airport. Nothing.
All the while, no-one's looking at these barges.
July 86.
So vessels using the Bradford-on-Avon East Lock.
Well, some have been decommissioned, but there
is still a few on the inland waterway system.
And I think I've got the boat Anne left on.
So at 4.13pm on the 24th of July 1986, so three hours before the police were alerted,
a barge called the Walrus went through the East Lock.
And the Walrus is still moored in Reading.
Are you sure? I mean, it is 30 years ago.
Well, the registered owner of the Walrus was Joe Hegarty.
But he died in 2014.
Anne slips away from her brother, disappears
with this guy, and took his surname.
Why?
Reading.
Oh, I heard back from the boyfriend eventually. Late last night.
What is he doing in London?
He said he had a few days off and... I don't get it.
Why would he just take off like that out of the blue?
Well, you could just ask him.
He's not answering my... Well, he is, but not properly, like one or two word replies.
What about open questions, ma'am?
You know, like when you're interviewing your suspects.
Open questions, they're good, aren't they? They get them talking.
Yeah, you might be right, Sarge.
When did you get emotional intelligence?
Ah, there she is. The Walrus.
Blimey, it's lived in, doesn't it?
Um, sorry. What are you looking for?
No-one uses this boat any more.
We're police. DCI Laura MacDonald.
Oh, um, sorry. I need to get up to football practice.
We're looking for some information on Anne Holgate, or Anne Hegarty.
She was killed on Sunday morning.
Your interviewer will have to wait. He's under 16.
Both parents gone.
We need to put his welfare first.
Can I just ask one question? Just one?
Luke, do you recognise this woman?
You know, she's a woman.
Yeah. She...she came to the boat last week, the day Mum left.
You have a nephew. His name's Luke, he's 15.
And he's all alone now, his mum's been shot.
And someone's got to tell him that his mother murdered Susie Green.
Do you want to meet your nephew, sir?
Perhaps you could be the one to break it to him.
We've also established that Susie Green had been in contact with your sister.
Do you happen to know anything about that?
You think I don't know what you're doing?
I know how it works in police intelligence.
You use my sister's murder to worm your way into my life.
You come in here with your lies, your fictions.
Try and disrupt my business, my family.
My sister murdered Susie Green. I murdered my sister.
What? Why would they say something like that?
Can you get upstairs, please?
It's Ormond.
She can't give me an answer, she comes at me with this other thing.
Ormond.
I mean, she takes a very personal interest in me.
She's a bit obsessed.
She's a bit obsessed with me.
She's a bit obsessed.
Come on. Ormond? Him?
Ah, ma'am.
Yeah, I know.
Our mission is to find the killer of Anne Holgate and Susie Green.
Now, if it is personal between him and Ormond,
then our mission is severely compromised.
Okay, but I'll talk to her.
Yes, it's true. It is personal.
But not in that way.
Okay.
23rd of July, 2019.
Mark Holgate and his family on a city break in Brussels.
Mark peels off alone and meets with Alicia Ortiz,
a Panamanian entrepreneur who's based in Rotterdam.
Mark invests 200k in her property business.
But his investment is actually in ecstasy.
Some of which finds its way to a street level dealer in Bristol.
He sells a contaminated batch of pills to a young man
who's organizing a New Year's Eve party for his friends.
31st of December, 2019, at the Hut nightclub.
Five people are rushed to A&E. Four survive, just.
One dies.
A 22-year-old car mechanic.
Philip Ormond.
I joined the choir a day after the inquest.
When you become part of something bigger than yourself,
like singing in a group, you can lose yourself for a while.
I'm...I'm so sorry, Mum.
Ah.
The boy Luke is ready to be interviewed.
Mum.
Probably best that we don't mention that his mother killed Susie Green.
He's very young.
We'll get to that in time, eh?
Mum.
Mum and Dad were childhood friends.
They grew up together and lived on the Walrus.
They kept themselves to themselves.
It was all casual work, cash in hand.
They had me and that's just how it went.
The three of us, no friends.
And then Dad died, so it was just me and Mum.
So your Mum left you on the boat last week alone after
the woman that showed you in the photo turned up?
Yeah.
Did you say why she was leaving, Luke?
She told me it wouldn't take long.
She said she had something to do.
That was all she told me.
OK.
Did you ever see this man in her company?
Yes.
I think that's Mum's brother.
I've never met him, but Mum was really scared of him.
Did my Mum do something wrong?
We're still working on that, son.
Alice?
Isla?
It's Dad.
Do you hear me?
That's a terrible line.
No, no, no, no, no.
It's nothing important.
I just want to say I miss you.
I miss you.
And I love you.
Hello?
Hi, guys.
Right?
Sarge?
Morning.
You know we didn't take your chair, right?
Yeah.
We know how much it means to you.
I'm sorry, chaps.
I just want to know where it went.
Like, who's got it?
We don't know.
Maybe the cleaner's moved it.
No, no, no.
I've interviewed all of them.
Excuse me.
Oh, sorry.
You only think I'd nick your chair?
Oh.
Do you know we now know that Susie Green
discovered the whereabouts of Anne Holgate,
who then returns to Bath after Susie's visit?
Yeah, which makes me think that Susie was doing a story
on Mark Holgate.
Otherwise, why was she looking for his long-lost sister?
Yeah, but, Anne, why would she kill Susie Green?
Maybe Mark threatened her?
I don't know.
Look, this whole chair thing,
can't you just forget about it and move on?
No, no, no.
Fred, Fred, I can't.
It's me and my chair, you and your boyfriend.
That's not really the same thing.
The boyfriend's my key relationship is your chair.
Your key relationship?
Well, good luck.
Listen, you know, your boyfriend,
he's keeping it.
He's keeping it.
Your boyfriend, he's keeping something from you
and it's eating away at you.
Just look around you.
We're supposed to be a team, all of us.
Someone's just taken my chair and it just breeds mistrust,
suspicion.
Makes me think that some things have been held back from me.
And the superintendent, did you speak to her?
Yeah.
Yeah?
And is Mark Holgate right, is it, you know?
Personal?
No.
Ma'am, Australians have come through on Brad Coleman.
Bit more to him than antique dealer.
A lot more.
Have a seat.
Bath lifestyle.
It's all about the facades, isn't it?
I've gone full bush, as we say in Australia.
As you can see, I get nothing from Suzy's death.
Nada.
That's not why we're here.
The firearm used to shoot Anne Holgate was a Makarov 9 by 18 millimetre.
Are you familiar with that weapon, sir?
Your ex-military.
Five years in the Australian Special Forces.
And there were known to be thousands of Makarov kicking around Afghanistan,
where you served between 2008 and 2010.
Look, yes, I have killed before.
Legitimately, more or less.
Did Mark Holgate commission you to kill your fiancé and then his sister?
Because when we look at who had the capability
and the opportunity to carry out these murders,
we land on you, Brad.
I didn't kill Suzy, all right?
Or anyone else.
What do you guys want?
You want me to go on the witness stand because I'm not doing it, eh?
You don't get to negotiate that.
Suzy gave me this for safekeeping.
She didn't want it in her house.
She told me not to open it, and I didn't until yesterday,
when you told me that Lola wasn't the one that killed her.
What is this? Why didn't you show me this yesterday?
Come on, mate.
I'm down in my uppers here, living in Bathain cheap.
Thought I could make a bit of money out of that, you know,
sell it to the papers, maybe, or...
maybe not.
Now, we recovered this from Brad Coleman.
These are the highlights.
Now, Suzy Green, she was writing a piece about Mark Holgate,
and this is a witness statement by Anne Holgate,
and it's signed and dated last Wednesday.
I think that this might be the smoking gun
that you've been looking for, ma'am.
I've got him.
You've just had a call from the police.
You've just had a call from Lucy Holgate.
Her husband's disappeared.
We're blocking the airports, and we've got road cameras
looking for his number plates, so...
Oh, no, he's taken my car.
What?
Oh.
Yeah. OK, yeah.
So, it turns out that Mark Holgate has taken his wife's car.
It's in the wrong place.
OK, pick me when you have something.
So, I don't understand. What's...?
So, Mark launders money.
Mark launders money.
What?
Drugs money, profits from people trafficking, prostitution, extortion.
What?
He leverages those profits, and then the organised crime groups
that employ him reinvest that money into more drugs,
more prostitution, more people trafficking, et cetera.
And we have compelling evidence that he's behind
the murders of Susie Green and his own sister.
Well...
I think you'd better see this.
Come on.
I mean, he must have left you quite hurried
because he left that door open.
And I didn't even know this was down here.
Oh, God.
Is this another way in and out of the building?
Every morning, I take 20 minutes opening the shutters in this house
and then 20 minutes every evening closing them,
so that is five hours a week, 250 hours a year,
opening and closing like a puppet.
I'm sorry.
We have separate bedrooms.
So your husband, he could have gone this way on Sunday morning?
I've wanted, but he's not the kind of man that you question.
If he'd have come this way,
you would have avoided all the security cameras.
We've got a fix on your car.
Get out of the car!
Double-decker!
So you want to tell me why I'm here?
Susie Green was investigating you and your activities.
She found Anne and persuaded her to do a tell-all.
Sarge?
Right, now, this is a full witness statement of Anne Holgate,
your sister, which we found in the possession of Susie Green.
It's signed and dated...
There.
And she says that she ran away with her friend, Joe Hegarty,
and she wasn't sure what you were capable of
and that Joe protected her from you.
Your nephew told us Anne was scared of you.
You'd threatened her.
Told her that she was not only in danger from you,
but also the people that you worked for.
That's why she vanished and didn't say anything to the police.
What did she witness, Mark?
Are you going to tell us, or shall we tell you?
Keep it professional, love.
Sergeant.
A murdered drug dealer named as Gary Graham.
A 17-year-old street dealer was stabbed in an alleyway
next to a youth club in Bathwick in 1986.
And the killer was never found.
And the police, they reckoned that it was a gang dispute.
And they were right, weren't they?
Because you murdered Gary Graham.
And Anne Holgate witnessed it.
And here you see she's...
She's quite specific.
She says he stabbed him three times in the torso
with two different knives.
Now, the police withheld this information,
which means she wouldn't know it unless she'd seen it.
So you're under arrest for the murder of Gary Graham?
I told you it was personal.
We found your escape route out of your house,
avoiding all the security cameras.
So, Sunday morning...
Sunday morning, I was on a video call.
In my bedroom to associates in Dubai between 5am and 7am.
I've still got the details you can check.
Anne and Susie, both were killed in the attack.
Anne and Susie, both women who threatened to bring your house down, both dead.
Not by me. Hands on or hands off.
Both deaths to your advantage.
Because someone set me up.
Susie Green had a nut allergy and was poisoned with nut oil.
We found her EpiPen in your sister's apartment.
Planted. I'm telling you, someone's setting me up.
Who?
I don't know. Enemies, I don't know. But someone's setting me up.
Who?
I don't know! I don't know!
Calm down, sir.
Keep it professional, Mark.
I'm telling you, you now get to miss the trick here.
Is he right? Anne Holgate didn't kill Susie Green.
The evidence was planted.
If he's right, what are we left with?
Well, Nevis McClintock, he's the only one who actually saw the killer.
Great. The world's most unreliable eyewitness.
We need to talk to you about the woman that you saw outside the shops on Saturday.
The one that got into your van.
Aye. Sorry, Detective.
The double vision thing, I should have told you about that.
But when you came to talk to me about the murder of Mrs Green,
I liked you as you seemed like decent people, so I wanted to help you, you know.
Okay. Thanks.
So, I'm going to show you a photo.
This photo is of a dead woman. She's been shot in the head.
Oh.
We've cleaned her up, but take your time.
Is this the woman you encountered on Saturday?
Sorry, I don't want to mess you around any more. I couldn't say.
Can you remember anything? Any detail?
Yeah, she had a lovely wee smile and lovely eyes.
That doesn't really help us.
What colour eyes?
Brown.
They're blue. Blue eyes.
Mark Colgate, you was right.
Your sister couldn't have killed Susie.
So you did.
Nervous? We need to ask you a few more questions about this woman.
Well, you know, I've told you everything.
I was a wee bit distracted by her.
Sir, distracted?
Well, yes.
You know, I've never really been able to keep a girlfriend.
You know, and I'm just running out of time.
I can't really think straight anymore.
She just seemed so wee and lovely.
And the way she looked at me with those brown eyes, you know,
it was like she understood.
The way she smiled at me.
Mr McLean talk, can we just go?
You all right, yeah?
Shhh.
Airports.
Passenger manifests for every flight leaving the UK today.
And when I say airports, I mean private airfields as well.
Hiya.
I know exactly who I'm looking for.
Oh, God!
Nebus?
Do you recognise this person?
Is that the woman that got into your van last Saturday?
Yeah.
That's her definitely.
Definitely.
So she murdered Miss Green?
There's water in the back there if you need it, Lucy.
You know, Mrs Holgate,
the things that give people away never ceases to amaze me.
In this case, it was your characteristic head tilt.
Is that all you've got?
I've also got your husband.
He'll need telling, won't he?
All my businesses, all my dealings.
I couldn't have done it without her, any of it.
Every decision, every play, she was behind all of it.
Lucy can read people.
You give her a problem, a series of problems.
Kings and kingmakers with big egos and big reputations
to manage.
She'd pull it off.
She'd play them all against each other.
When you told me about Anne's death...
We need to go see the girls now.
I thought my sister's shooting was a message for my enemies.
You're being paranoid.
It looks bad if you run.
Lucy...
Lucy wanted to keep me in your crosshairs.
They interviewed the church.
She persuaded me to do it.
Listen to me.
McDonald thinks you're hiding something about Anne's disappearance.
But you're not, are you?
No.
So cooperate with them.
Show them you're sincere.
So all that dominating husband-compliant wife was just for public consumption.
Why?
Why did she want to keep you here?
From the start, I'd set a firewall up to protect Lucy
so that if I was ever legally compromised, she'd be immune and under all the heat.
When you found Luke, I knew that it was only a matter of
time before you'd get to Gary Graham and everything else.
So I did what she wanted.
What she'd been planning for all along.
Yeah, yeah.
This morning I signed everything over to her.
The businesses, the properties, the investment.
Cleaned up the income strain.
Everything.
And then...
And then she called us and got you arrested.
I'm not going to testify against her.
Your wife, 20 years, is making you look stupid.
I got as close to her as anyone ever could.
And beneath that facade, there's nothing.
Nothing.
Why did she turn on you?
The one thing I never told her.
In all these years, I never mentioned Gary Graham.
I'm not going to testify against her.
You'll be put away for a long time, Mark.
It's not that.
It's because I still love her.
I still love her.
He won't testify and she won't crack.
We don't have any physical evidence against her.
And our only eyewitness has episodes of double vision.
So what else is there?
The greater good.
So it's my decision?
You're the boss, Mum.
OK.
I'll talk to the appropriate agencies.
Any joy with your chair?
No, no.
But you're right, man.
There's plenty more fish in the sea.
I've moved on.
It's an unsolved mystery.
Well, you cracked the case about the moody diva gas fitter in London.
We had a barney about what we were going to do next weekend.
He wanted to have a barbecue.
I wanted to gut the flan.
OK, you do both?
No.
I gut. I gut.
Anyway, I blurted out something about actually quite liking Bath
and not missing London.
And he just hangs up.
You see, the plan was always to go back to London.
Oh, yeah, yeah, of course, yeah.
Right, ready?
Yeah, I think so.
Um, are you?
Yeah.
We're questioning you under caution, Mrs. Holgate,
on the suspicion of the murders of Susie Green and Anne Holgate.
My client has prepared a statement.
I'd prefer it from the horse's mouth.
My client has prepared a statement.
OK, let's see where that takes us.
Mm-mm.
My marriage to Mark Holgate was a 20-year prison sentence.
I have been gaslighted and coerced...
Facts, not fiction, please.
Susan Green was a friend.
We became close through our Pilates class.
She told me she'd discovered Mark's missing sister,
who was prepared to testify he'd fatally stabbed Gary Graham in 1986.
Susie told me that I should get myself and my daughters away from Mark.
My whole life was about to come crashing down.
She gave me a week to do so.
And did she also tell you that Anne Holgate was lodging at Lycom Court?
No comment.
And did she tell you about her engagement party on Saturday?
No comment.
I was, of course, distressed by the news,
but such was my husband's hold over me.
Oh, come on. Cut the act. It's not going to wash.
Your husband has alibis for both the murders.
And we have a witness who can positively identify you.
Nevis McClintock has already misidentified the murder of Susan Green.
As for the shooting of Anne Holgate, my client was at home.
It was you who used your basement escape route.
Do you have one shred of physical evidence that places Mrs Holgate
in that apartment on Sunday morning?
To be clear, DCM McDonald, you're proposing a four-year sentence
for my client for financial irregularities.
Four years?
No murder charges.
What? But she did it! She both the murders!
Sergeant Odds, please.
Authorised by the CPS and the National Police Intelligence Agency
in exchange for the ongoing supply of information
on all Mark Holgate's associates and operations.
We want everything, Lucy.
I'm a gold mine.
Four years?
It was the best we could do.
Like two for each murder?
She's not going to crack. You can see that.
She's an extremely high-value intelligence asset.
The things she knows, connections, dates, names,
this stuff is invaluable.
Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?
You were an almond.
And you didn't tell me that it is personal for almonds.
No, I didn't.
I'm your boss, OK?
Luke Hegarty has lost his mother.
It's for the greater good. We are going to save a lot of lives.
Lola Baker lost her mother.
Oh, shut up! We haven't got one piece of trace evidence.
We haven't got one reliable eyewitness that places Lucy.
She slipped out of her house on Sunday morning.
Where's the proof?
Where is it?
Well, I don't know. I mean, I can't...
What?
My client is...
Shut up!
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.
It won't be a moment, sir.
All right, give me an hour and take her back to her house
and don't let her sign anything.
OK, Sarge, you got it.
Three. Do you have the three?
Pardon?
The number three!
Ah, yes, er...
Yeah.
Sarge.
Why have you brought me here?
When you're ready, Lucy.
Mrs Holgate, if I can just take you back to Sunday morning.
You know, your husband was on a video call to Dubai.
This is between 5am and 7am.
Now, he never left his bedroom.
My client didn't leave her bedroom and won't lie for him.
But if she had...
Where's he going with this?
Downstairs, I think.
Quite a mess, isn't it?
Anyone trying to access the secret escape route,
they'd have to pick their way through all of this
and all the electrics are rerouted.
You see?
But the chaps, you know, they followed the correct procedure.
They've relabeled the fuse box with this temporary signage system.
So, look, there we go.
That is the fifth floor, so that's C5.
Fourth floor, C4.
Third floor, C...
Oh!
Look at that.
But where's the number three?
If you see there, Mrs Holgate, the C is still in place,
but below it, there's an adhesive.
You see?
Oh.
Where is the number three?
Oh, I suppose it must have fallen off.
But it's not here.
It's gone.
OK. OK, this needs to stop now.
The missing three, Sergeant Dodds.
Do you happen to know where it is?
I do, Detective Chief Inspector MacDonald.
I have it right here.
There. Look at that.
Perfect fit.
And there's even a scratch.
It's running continuously across the C onto the three.
So, this little tile came from this house from this very spot.
And I believe it was accidentally picked up on someone's shoe.
And deposited next to Anne Holgate's corpse by you, Mrs Holgate.
Here we are.
Oh, thank you very much.
It's like Christmas, isn't it?
Now, we recovered these from upstairs.
On the sole of your right shoe, we found traces of adhesive.
And once our forensics team have processed it, and they're very good,
it will match the adhesive found on this little chap.
Deal's off.
You've got your client on the murder of Anne Holgate.
I have to close all the shutters now.
What are you looking at?
Someone that's going away for a very long time.
Hey, don't beat yourself up about it, but
you couldn't have done this without my wife.
She put me here, not you.
How does that make you feel?
Better than it felt this morning.
Been him.
Yes, ma'am.
It wouldn't have happened if Mark had just told me everything.
But he didn't.
You know, the stabbing of the boy and Anne's disappearance.
He broke the seal of trust.
And I can't function, you see, unless I know everything.
So I decided to send him down and take all his money.
That's my nature.
And once someone like me is powered into life,
that's where you have to fill the vacuum, don't you?
How?
I learnt behaviours from friends, wife, mother.
Lovely Lucy.
Seemed but not noted.
Even found myself the right man to marry.
And he still loves you.
Hmm.
And your daughters?
The only emotion I've ever been able to feel is anger.
At not being able to feel anything.
It can be quite the solo mission.
Now I'm crying because I don't feel anything.
How does that work?
I've taken a lot of confessions in my time.
They are long and intense.
And by the end of it, you know the person better than when you started.
But not Lucy.
She was different.
So, erm, a boyfriend, London?
Yeah.
He is talking to me, but I'm going to have to play that one by ear.
Let him have that barbecue at the weekend?
Absolutely not.
I need to gut the...
Oh, you're right, Sarge.
Where did you get emotional intelligence?
I got it from you, Mum.
It's tricky, isn't it?
It's not a gas fitter who can't open a washing-tab box.
It's a bit of a pain.
It's tricky, isn't it?
It's not a gas fitter who can't open a washing-tab box.
It's a broken chat.
Blind.
Which one's the word?
With both of us.
I owe you an apology, Sergeant.
Oh, oh, well, you know, we were all under a lot of pressure,
and you snapped, but...
Why would I apologise for that?
Oh, well, you wouldn't.
I mean, whoever.
There's something you need to know.
There's no easy way to share this,
but I stole your chair.
My own chair malfunctioned,
and I like to have my feet on the ground when I'm working.
Tell me all.
I've ordered you a new one.
The Modulator Mark IV Special Edition.
A Mark IV?
Yes.
Back to work?
Hello?
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