McDonald & Dodds (2020) s04e03 Episode Script
Wedding Fever
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# 276 FM #
(radio announcer) Hello,
Bathonians! The time now is 9:01,
and you're listening to me,
Paul Watt, on Roman Radio, 276 FM.
And it's that time again.
It's my annual Maximum Watt-age.
Twelve hours of non-stop tunes
in the company of yours truly.
And speaking of truly yours,
today, Bath has got to be
the official world city of love.
Yes, we have 21 nuptials
going down in 21 different venues.
So, let's kick things off with
the "Church Of The Poison Mind."
What am I like
No, course it isn't.
It's a genuine romantic hit.
A solid gold, wedding classic.
Take it away, ladies.
# Don't you walk away
# Don't you walk away now
-# Don't walk away
-# Don't you walk away
# We can always find the answer
-# I only have so much to share
-# So much to share
# So we can keep going on
# I always thought
That we should be together
# For an eternity
# And even though
I tried real harder
# You still want to leave me
# Don't break my heart
I really love you
# You just don't seem to care
(Lynn) Aw.
# He doesn't come
But I keep saying
# We need to get together
-# Don't walk away
-# Don't you walk away
Thank you. Thank you.
# We can always find the answer
-Go on.
-(giggles)
# So we can keep going on #
-Are you all right?
-Where's Mitchell?
-I dunno.
-There.
Go on!
-Where's Mitch?
-Everything's fine.
(guests laugh)
-(guest 1) Smile!
-(guest 2) Say cheese!
(camera clicking)
-(screams)
-(tense music playing)
-(camera clicking)
-(indistinct clamouring)
(dark music playing)
Oh, my Christ.
(indistinct clamouring)
-(camera clicking)
-(chokes) Snake!
(theme music playing)
(theme music concludes)
MUSIC: "Canon In D Major"
by Johann Pachelbel.
-(church bells toll)
-(birds chirping)
(music fades)
(eerie music playing)
-(gasps)
-(music stops)
(mobile phone chimes)
(sighs)
(Paul)
The time has just gone 10:25,
and love is in the air
everywhere I look around.
-I can feel it in my water.
-(man snores)
(Paul) So here's a big fat
wedding shout-out
to Miss Lotty Wood, who around now,
over at St Mary's and All Angels
should be in a state
of post-nuptial bliss,
and signing her name
as Mrs Loretta Wood-Bridges.
Have a great day,
Mrs Wood-Bridges!
And now, for better or for worse,
taking us to the news,
"The Laughing Gnome" himself,
Bowie, with Modern Love.'
(Dodds) Ma'am? Er
Oh! Are you, er
-Are you a guest here?
-No.
I've got
my neighbour's son's wedding
over at All Souls.
So, this is the suspect.
He's being arrested,
but he's concussed,
so you'll have to take
his statement at the hospital.
This is the suspect's family,
also close to the victim.
But we can get their statements
down at the station.
-(mobile phone ringing)
-And, er No. I've got to go.
Oh, er, Ma'am. DCI McDonald?
Well, she didn't get to Bristol
until 5:00 a.m.,
so I've told her to get some sleep.
Oh, well, she's supposed
to have been here,
er, yesterday lunchtime.
I know. It sounds like travel hell.
So you're the SIO
until she's awake and back on duty.
I trust you with the ball,
Sergeant.
-Think like McDonald!
-(Dodds) Think like McDonald.
(Goldie) Sir?
We have about 50 witnesses here.
How do you want them processed?
Er, well, erm
Corral them in the church hall
round the back there?
Er, yeah.
That's a That's a good idea.
Yes, in fact, you can do that,
DC Lee.
Sure.
Oh, and, erm, just make sure
that they're photographed
in what they're wearing.
Yeah, and retain
anyone significant,
-and let the rest go.
-PCs on every entrance and exit.
Exactly. That's great.
Yes, well done, chaps.
Right. How do?
All right. Thank you.
-(Goldie) Cheers, mate.
-All right.
So, the picture we're getting
is the father of the bride,
-that's Leonard Wood
-Yeah.
came through here
from the vestry
-Where's that?
-Just round there.
-Yeah, all right.
-Yeah?
So, that's just before
the ceremony was due to start
-at around 9:45
-Mm-hm.
blood-spattered
and holding that.
Pending a positive match
on those bloodstains,
pathology have confirmed
it correlates to the wounds
on the victim.
Ah, now that is interesting.
It's a retractable blade. It's
-aluminium.
-Vestry's this way, boss.
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
(Goldie) So, trail of blood
and footprints here
confirms the emerging sequence
of events.
Mitchell Morrison.
So, he was supposed to officiate
at the wedding of Loretta Wood
and William Bridges.
-Wood
-(Goldie) Him and Lenny Wood
were best friends.
Ian, can we break for a few minutes
so the SIO can have a look?
(Dodds) Come on, Ian. Out you get.
Hanging about.
There are signs
of a violent struggle, but
Oh, there's nothing
to suggest a break-in.
That door,
was it locked or unlocked
when the first officer arrived?
It was locked.
I've spoken to the church warden.
That door never gets used.
It's always kept locked.
All right.
(mysterious music playing)
There's multiple stab wounds
there to the stomach,
the whole torso and neck.
There's a defensive wounds
there to the hand.
It's like a
It's like a frenzied attack.
Oh, yeah, someone's been drinking.
Prints'll tell us
whether it belongs
to the killer or the victim.
-(mobile phone chimes)
-Hmm.
DCI McDonald's on her way, Sarge.
Ah, morning, Ma'am.
-(Lauren) Is it?
-I hear you've been in the wars.
Two hours' sleep in the last 48.
Look's like you've covered
all your bases, Captain Dodds.
Right, pace clock's ticking,
24 hours to charge or release.
So, we've got conclusive
trace evidence,
multiple eyewitnesses.
Tell me it's the father
of the bride,
-and I can be home by tea time.
-Well, we've got no eyewitnesses,
but I think
we've got enough trace evidence
to get a confession
out of this this Leonard Woods.
And he's, er
he's in Castle Park Hospital
at the moment.
-Suspected concussion?
-Yeah. It's my next port of call.
Wait. What about the bride?
-What do you mean?
-Well
Poor girl and her sisters,
they've just seen their father
be arrested
for the murder of his best mate,
who they probably know.
Wedding's in tatters.
Job of an SIO
is to offer personal reassurance,
and maybe get some insight
into motive.
Yeah, right. Sorry, Ma'am.
And then the flight
from Melbourne to Dubai was delayed
because they couldn't find
a bloody pilot,
which meant that we had to have
a five-hour layover in Dubai.
And then there was no flights
back to Heathrow
for another 12 hours,
so they offered us a redirection
to Bristol via Athens,
which was a result.
But then I didn't get a wink
of sleep
because these bloody kids
were screaming.
Got to Bristol at 5:00 a.m.,
huge queue at immigration,
got our bags on time,
I was quite pleased with that.
Then we came outside, no taxis.
-I had to get a bus, Sarge!
-(Dodds) Oh, well,
that's foreign travel for you,
Ma'am.
It's very complicated.
I didn't understand any of that.
I got lost at Dubai.
You wouldn't be the first.
-(sighs)
-(birds chirping)
(wedding march playing)
You all right, Ma'am?
(wedding march playing, fades)
Yeah. Two hours' sleep,
and I had this really spooky dream.
-Spooky? Er, how?
-Well, you were in it.
You had a moustache. (chuckles)
It was my wedding, and everything
just went really wrong.
(Dodds) Oh, your wedding?
Dreams and nightmares.
It's just mental garbage, isn't it?
So, erm, how was New Zealand?
Yeah. Great. Trip of a lifetime.
-(sombre music playing)
-(birds chirping)
(Lauren) Good morning.
I'm DCI Lauren McDonald,
Senior Investigating Officer
into the inquiry
of the death of Mitchell Morrison.
And I'm, er,
Detective Sergeant Dodds.
-Erm, do you mind if we sit down?
-(Lynn) Yeah, sure, please.
I gather
you were close to Mitchell.
Mitchell was Uncle Mitchell.
Our mum died when I was ten,
so Dad brought
the three of us up alone.
Three girls.
Still don't know how he did it.
God knows we weren't easy.
And Mitchell was always there
for Dad, and us.
Your father is under arrest
on suspicion of murder.
And, erm, what we're trying
to do now is just to, erm,
try and understand what happened.
(Lauren) Yeah. And why.
Er, well, we were at the altar,
but Mitchell wasn't there,
so Lenny went off
to see what was going on,
and, erm
er, when he came back, he
Dad did not kill Mitchell.
Why would he?
Isn't it obvious
that some lunatic just broke in,
probably trying to rob the place?
Him and Mitchell built
that summer house together.
They played golf every Saturday.
Lil, say something!
(sighs) Dad didn't kill Mitchell.
-(bottle clanks)
-(sighs)
Would you just leave us alone,
please?
This is devastating for all of us.
You're well within your rights,
Ms Wood.
We'll keep you up-to-date
with any developments.
And you can call me directly
if you've got any concerns
or want to give me
any information.
(sombre music playing)
-(Lauren) How is he?
-He's very confused.
The last thing he remembers
is getting out of the wedding car
with his daughter.
He's got nothing after that.
Do you believe him,
in your professional opinion?
(doctor) Short-term memory loss
is not uncommon
in severe concussion.
But his brain scan's clear,
no bleeding.
And the memories might come back
in pieces.
It's like, when you have a dream,
and a few days later,
you have flashbacks
and suddenly remember new details.
(suspenseful music playing)
How did I get this?
What's happened?
Nobody's telling me anything.
We're, er,
questioning you under caution, sir,
on the suspicion of the murder
of Mitchell Morrison.
Mitchell?
Mitch, dead?
Do you, erm
Do you recognise this knife, sir?
No. Where are my kids?
How are they?
Look, Mitch was Can I see them?
Not at the moment.
Can you explain the blood
we found on your clothes?
-Mitch's blood.
-(chuckles) Blood Blood? No.
(Lauren) Can you account
for the fact that 50 witnesses,
including your daughters,
say they saw you
coming out the vestry
with that knife?
Which we've now confirmed
is the murder weapon
that was used
to fatally stab Mitch six times.
Why why would I kill Mitch?
(Dodds) What father of the bride
comes to his own daughter's wedding
carrying a blade?
Because that
that aluminium knife
looks like it does not come
from a church.
This would sit a lot better with me
if we had a motive.
Why's that uniform pointing us out
to a press photographer?
(Dora) Great, thank you.
Is that
Hi. Dora Lang.
I've been trying to catch up
with you
for the last couple of hours.
-Detectives McDonald and Dodds?
-Yes.
I believe my status on your inquiry
is "significant witness."
Were you a guest
at the wedding in St Mary's?
Ms Lang is one of the world's
most eminent photojournalists,
Ma'am.
That's overstating it a bit.
(chuckles)
But I'm on sabbatical
from foreign assignments.
The Guardian commissioned
a feature,
"The Great British Wedding."
Candid reportage,
grainy black and white.
I thought it would be fun
until this morning.
I, er I have pictures.
-Of what?
-Everything.
-I tried to save him.
-(Dodds) Er, save who, ma'am?
The victim.
When that man came into the church
covered in blood,
I guess, you know,
my instinct kicked in.
I ran down the corridor,
and found him. The vicar.
(Lauren) And then?
-I took a photo.
-(camera clicking)
I saw he was still alive,
so I tried to save him.
But, no, it was too late.
He'd bled out.
Nothing I could do.
You interfered with a crime scene.
My first duty
was the preservation of life.
And you're trained to do
exactly the same thing, I believe.
I wouldn't have stopped
to take a photo.
Sorry. Instinct.
Cold instinct.
He was stabbed six times.
Not the first time
I've witnessed a violent death.
So, two hours and ten minutes
after the murder,
and you didn't immediately
identify yourself
to our first-response team?
I'm here now.
Good.
So, I'll need fingerprints
and a DNA swab as elimination,
a formal statement
and the memory card
-from that camera.
-Well, that is
It's a Canon AE-1.
Er, Ma'am, this came out in 1976.
It uses film.
Erm But we
we do need the film roll,
Ms Ms Lang.
-Now, please.
-Okay. (chuckles)
I'm supposed to cover a wedding
at the old barn over at Bathwick
and three more after that.
When you've just witnessed
a murder?
The assignment is everything.
(mysterious music playing)
Thank you.
Oh, there's something else.
Before the vicar died
he raised a hand
and pointed to his chest here.
And I think he said, "Snake."
(suspenseful music playing)
-Are you all right, Ma'am?
-Er Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
(Paul) It's 11:56,
and we're getting
some unconfirmed reports
of an incident
at, er, St Mary's and All Angels.
Hmm, okay. I did a dedication
to the bride, Lotty, earlier.
So, er,
we'll keep you posted on that.
In the meantime,
for richer or poorer,
it's over to Diana
for the latest traffic news.
(Goldie)
So, these are the photographs
taken by Dora Lang
in chronological order,
starting with the bride
and her father
outside their house at 9:15,
and ending here at 9:46.
The, er
the time codes are estimates.
What do you think, Sarge?
Wow, Ms Lang certainly
has a flawless gift
for capturing the decisive moment.
Sorry, Ma'am, yeah. Police work.
Okay, here we have the victim
at 9:36 outside the church,
which was just before
the bride arrived.
-Seems to be drinking. Is that
-(Dodds) Er
Yeah, it's a hip flask.
Doesn't look happy.
And he was having a fag as well.
Well, hold on. It's, er
Well, that that door's open.
Well, didn't the, er
didn't the church warden tell us
that this door was always
-kept locked?
-Yeah.
And it was locked
when our people got there.
So, then, now, the reverend,
he should have a set of keys.
There were no keys found
on the victim's body.
Or anywhere in the vestry.
-Dora Lang?
-Er, yes, Ma'am?
She was the only other one
in the vestry.
-Maybe she took the keys?
-Well, why would she do that?
I don't know.
-Lee?
-(Lee) Yes, Ma'am?
Can you get me
a background check on Dora Lang?
She's some
sort of newspaper paparazzi
-or something.
-She's a photojournalist, Ma'am.
-She's a photojournalist.
-(Lee) Ma'am.
Right. When someone comes to me,
after a suspicious delay,
with a reason
of why their trace evidence
is all over my crime scene,
I get a bit twitchy.
Can you go and see Dora Lang?
Get her DNA and blood samples.
See if you can get
a measure of her.
Is there something
she's not telling us?
-Lee, go with him.
-Ma'am.
She's renting a place
in the centre of Bath, Sarge.
And, er, have you got
any background on her?
Well, January this year,
she spent ten days
in Oldsmere Clinic.
Well, isn't that the
Specialises
in mental health treatment.
I can't access any details
without a warrant.
(church bells toll)
Sorry.
Lifetime of eyes pressed up
against viewfinders.
Right, well, erm,
when you're ready, er, Ms Lang.
(birds chirping)
Not the first time I've had
my prints taken,
-Sergeant Dodds.
-Oh?
Under the Milošević' regime,
on my first foreign assignment.
Well, if I can just start with
your thumb, please. Erm There.
(clears throat) There you go.
I owe you an apology.
Well, your boss, I suppose.
I should've come forward
straight away. I get
Well, I suppose
it's a kind of compulsion.
-Compulsion?
-Yeah, I wanted more photos.
Well, it
wasn't helpful, but then again,
I suppose you are a
trained observer.
(mysterious music playing)
(clears throat) Sarge? Shall we?
(clears throat)
(clears throat)
We also need to take a DNA sample,
Ms Lang. If I could just
Thank you.
So, has the father of the bride
been charged yet?
(Dodds) Oh, no, I
I can't comment on that, Ma'am.
Er, but I I think you know that.
We'll take a full statement
from you,
but, erm, there is one question
that I wanna ask you.
Now, this photograph here.
Now,
did you see a key to this door?
Right behind the victim,
it leads out to the grounds.
No.
So you you didn't take it?
Sergeant, are you questioning me
as a suspect?
No.
Well, I've taken
a three-month let on this place,
as you probably know, so
I'm not going anywhere.
The CPS have agreed
to release your father.
He should be home with you
in a couple of hours.
(sighs) So he didn't do it?
(Lauren)
He's still under arrest,
but we are exploring
other lines of inquiry.
What exactly does that mean?
Well, we have compelling evidence
against him,
and he clearly had a fight
in the vestry with Mitchell,
and I need to know why.
What was going on between them?
I also need to know about this.
He's drinking.
Just before he's about to officiate
his best friend's
daughter's wedding.
He looks distraught. Why?
Lotty, you were about
to get married.
Was there something going on
with you guys,
and did your dad find out?
-(scoffs)
-Are you
That's disgusting.
Uncle Mitchell and me? That's sick.
Coming here
with your filthy accusations and
It was me.
Me and Mitchell were
-we were gonna get married.
-What?
He was just about to tell Dad.
-When did this start?
-A year ago.
And I heard what happened.
Mitchell was stabbed to death.
That's a maniac, not my dad.
He wouldn't have done it,
no matter what.
(glass taps)
(Clive) So, there I am,
after 250 dates in 21 years.
I'm standing in my kitchen
at 2:00 a.m.,
mansplaining the offside rule
to Alexa
(guests chuckle)
and I think,
"Have I gone wrong somewhere?"
And at that very moment,
I got a text from Florence.
"I'm getting married next week,"
she tells me.
So, I book myself on a flight here,
all set to meet
my new brother-in-law
-down the Dog and Duck
-(guests laugh)
(Clive) a couple of pints,
game of darts
and who should greet me
-but Sandra?
-(guests chuckle)
Stop.
(Clive) No, come on, now.
Settle down. Settle down.
Seriously.
I couldn't be happier for you, sis.
She's a wonderful girl.
As you might have heard,
the love of my life slipped through
my fingers a long time ago
but seeing you and Sandra
so happy together
I only wish Mum and Dad
and Kirsten could be here.
(indistinct chatter)
So (clears throat)
I'd ask you all to be upstanding
and to raise your glasses
to the bride and the bride
Florence and Sandra.
(guests) Florence and Sandra!
(whistling and cheering)
(guests) Cheers!
(suspenseful music playing)
-(gags)
-Florence? Florence?
-(gags)
-(screams)
The time has just gone 2:22,
and in sickness and in health,
that was the Duchess herself
with "Love And Marriage."
You can't have one
without the other? (chuckles)
Try telling that to my ex-wife.
Everybody out, please.
Come on, I need everybody out.
Sir, don't touch anything,
thank you.
Yeah, just vacate the vehicle,
thank you.
(mysterious music playing)
Ma'am.
Okay, this is Florence Saunders.
Thirty-nine, specialist nurse.
Take a closer look.
She's bleeding from her ears?
And it started with bleeding
from her nose.
I'd say she'd been poisoned
with some kind of anticoagulant.
Warfarin? Arsenic, even.
She collapsed suddenly
at the end of the meal.
Someone got to her food or drink?
Ah, Liz, I need all these dishes
processed as soon as possible.
I know, it's Saturday,
but this is time-critical.
Okay, so,
the victim's older brother,
her new wife
and her new wife's mother.
They were the only people
at the top table.
And possible beneficiaries
of her death.
I'll get them back to the station
for formal statements.
Er, no, we are officially
over-stretched here.
It's all hands on deck.
I'll lead the initial stages
of this inquiry.
How close are you
to formally charging Lenny Wood?
I'm not sure.
There's just some things
that don't add up. But
two suspicious deaths
at two weddings in one day?
Well, I've got a couple of PCs
at the station
mining for connections
between both weddings.
-Dora Lang.
-(Ormond) The photographer?
She said she was doing this wedding
as well.
We need to know more
before we start talking
about linked murders.
-Mm-hm? Okay?
-Ma'am.
-Are you okay? Jet lag's brutal.
-I need to be.
Lenny Wood
has just remembered something.
(mysterious music playing)
Something tells me
it's more than a suspicious death.
All signs point to poisoning
by someone seated at the top table.
But let's not talk
about connections
until we establish one, okay?
-You sure about this?
-Yeah. He wants to do it, Ma'am.
Okay, Mr Wood.
You're now claiming there was
a third party in the vestry?
Yes, that's right.
-What happened to her?
-She was really healthy.
Didn't smoke, barely drank.
(Clive)
Well, that's not quite true.
-Flo did like a drink. Or used to.
-Not since I've known her.
Er, you got as far as here,
and then, erm
Well, in your own words,
what did you see?
I saw, erm
Mitchell covered in blood,
lying in there
-Er
-Go on.
-Can I get in there?
-Sure, you can
(Ormond) We think she was poisoned.
We're working on the basis
that someone adulterated her food
or drink during the reception.
Someone close to her.
-Physically.
-Hang on.
You think one of us
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I've seen stuff online.
Someone else was murdered
at another wedding earlier today.
What?
Well, maybe you should be out there
trying to find this maniac
Sir?
(groans)
-(Mary) Are you okay? Paramedics!
-(chokes)
-(chokes)
-Clive.
(groans)
I remember somebody punched me.
He floored me and I
I must've just passed out.
I didn't kill Mitchell.
Some kind of lunatic
or somebody broke in
Mitchell caught him and
Why would I attack
my own best friend with a knife?
Because he'd just told you
that him and Lilith were in love,
and they're planning
to get married.
(chuckles) Oh, come on.
No.
Yeah.
So, erm when you came round,
erm, this guy, erm,
where was he?
(Lenny sighs)
Er
he was at the door.
(Dodds) I have a copy of the key
to that door right here.
The key, yes. He
He took the key out of the lock.
(Dodds) After he opened the door?
-(door opens)
-Yes.
Right, so what happened next?
(Lauren) Come on, Lenny.
We need more.
(Dodds) Think. Think, Mr Wood.
Yeah, erm, he left.
I tried to go after him,
but he locked the door.
And then I I pulled the knife
from Mitch and
I went out there to get help.
-This intruder, you saw his face?
-No. He was wearing a
a balaclava.
But before he left, he turned to me
and there was, erm
There, a tattoo of a snake.
Excuse me.
Erm
Mitch
and my little girl?
As far as we're concerned,
sir, er
your daughter
and the Reverend Morrison,
they were consenting adults,
so it's between you
and your family.
My God.
Ma'am
you know this this snake tattoo?
Well, according to Dora Lang,
that was the last word
Mitchell Morrison spoke.
Yeah. Okay, this might sound
completely mad,
but remember the dream
I was telling you about?
(sighs) So, it's my wedding day.
Lovely.
I'm walking down the aisle,
and the groom turns around,
but it's not the boyfriend,
it's this guy,
and he looks kind of creepy.
And his shirt's open,
and he has a tattoo
of a snake. Here.
(inhales, exhales)
Oh, I I don't know,
Ma'am, I think,
you know, it's post sleep, erm
It's I think you're getting
-(ominous music playing)
-(birds squawking)
(lock clatters)
Ma'am, do we really think
that Mr Wood,
covered in blood, carrying a knife,
came out through this door,
closed it behind him,
threw the key on the ground,
and then walked round the outside
of this church,
back in through the front door,
and somehow sneaked
past the congregation,
slipped into the vestry,
and then (scoffs)
staggered out towards the altar?
(Lauren) You think Lenny Wood
was telling the truth?
The man with the snake tattoo
killed Mitchell Morrison?
Hmm.
Oh, now look at this.
That's been made recently.
Very recently.
Maybe it was left here.
Since this morning.
It's a message.
I'm fine. I feel fine.
We'd still prefer you went
to hospital to get checked.
Can't. On a flight tonight.
I'm in the middle of building
a holiday apartment complex
and if I'm not there,
it all goes arse up.
Okay, but you have presented
with the same symptoms
as your sister when she died.
So, we need to take
a blood sample from you.
Fine.
And you didn't accidentally share
a dish with your sister
-or drink from her glass?
-I don't think so.
Flo was drinking red wine,
and I'm teetotal.
-Just over 21 years sober.
-Since you lost your fiancée?
-Now, how do you know
-(Mary) Oh, sorry.
We always do background checks
on close family of murder victims.
It's It's routine.
I was driving.
The inquest cleared me.
Not my fault, but
I hit the booze pretty hard
after that and
Leaving this country
and getting into
the hospitality business,
that's what saved me.
And did you share anything
from this menu?
Flo's vegan.
This appetiser.
"Amuse-Bouche, Butternut Squash."
Yeah.
Yeah, I had that. So did Florence.
God.
Any one of us
could have picked up that dish.
(Mary sighs) Okay.
Back to the caterers.
Seize all the dishes
that the appetisers were served in.
-Ma'am, there were 67 people at
-Just do it.
And tie, please.
Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.
(birds chirping)
Is Clive okay?
Fortunately,
he only ingested a tiny part
of what killed your wife.
All right, here.
Take these, honey.
They're good for your nerves.
How did you feel
about your daughter's marriage
to Florence?
I love my daughter.
I only want what's best for her.
Florence said the way you loved me
was suffocating.
With Florence, I could breathe.
(Janet) I'm sorry, baby.
(Mary) For what, Mrs Blake?
Is there something
you want to tell me?
(scoffs)
Are you actually accusing me of
(scoffs) You know, Clive's right.
You should be out there,
catching whoever's killing people
at weddings.
You have no idea what you're doing,
have you?
(scoffs) Completely clueless.
Well (sighs)
we'll soon know more,
once we recover
the murder weapon.
Ma'am, this dream of yours
I don't wanna talk about it.
Yeah, but this snake man,
what did he look like?
Erm
50s, maybe.
He had a pony-tail.
Black hair, dyed.
Receding hairline. Weathered look.
Foreign, maybe.
I don't know. (sighs)
(mobile phone beeps)
Sarge, do you think
you could give me a bit of space?
Oh, yeah.
Well, sorry, Ma'am. (chuckles)
Oh, yeah. I'll just go
and start the whiteboard, Ma'am.
(sighs, inhales)
One of these four cups
is our murder weapon.
But they've been through
a thorough wash,
so it's unlikely
forensics can pull prints,
let alone traces of poison.
Okay. Two murders, two weddings.
One, a frenzied knife attack,
possibly a crime of passion,
and a suspect with a clear motive.
(Dodds) Well, I'm I'm afraid
that's not what the evidence
is telling us, Ma'am.
Lenny Wood said
that there was a third man
in the vestry, wearing a balaclava.
He claims that he was the one
that murdered Mitchell Morrison.
And it sounds like you believe him.
Well, see this door
from the outside here.
Now, this is always kept locked.
It's never used.
But there you can see
Reverend Morrison has opened it,
and Mr Wood here,
he claims that this balaclava man,
he escaped through this door
and and locked it behind him.
And, er, it was locked
when we got there, wasn't it?
You see, now, look. There.
This is the key to the vestry door,
and, can you see, it's got
a peculiar "X" scraped on it?
And it was left
just outside for us to find.
(Mary) Okay. (sighs)
Florence Saunders,
three possible suspects.
Her brother? Unlikely.
Because he was also poisoned,
must have eaten
from one of those china cups.
But Sandra's mother? Maybe.
She didn't like the idea of losing
her daughter to another woman.
Ma'am, toxicology
have just come through.
They have identified the presence
of tetrahydrozoline
in the blood samples of both
Florence and Clive Saunders.
Imbibed in a high enough dose,
it acts as a fatal neurotoxin,
but not instantly.
So, the killer wasn't necessarily
at the top table.
They could have got into
the catering van.
(Dodds) Opportunism.
Could the common factor
be opportunism?
So, the killer
of Florence Saunders,
he just dropped some poison into
any one of these 60 china cups?
Was Florence just unlucky?
And the killer
of Mitchell Morrison,
well, he must have been outside,
watching.
So, when he saw
that the door was open,
then he took his chance.
He went inside with his knife
intending to kill someone, anyone.
Okay, so what are we saying?
Someone with a grudge
against marriage
is just randomly killing people
at weddings?
Did Lenny Wood give you anything
on the man
he claims to have seen
in the vestry?
He had this, like, snake tattoo.
-(Mary) And this poison
-Tetrahydrozoline.
How would a member of the public
acquire that?
Oh, it's an active ingredient
in over-the-counter eye drops.
What?
Dora Lang.
Well, she
she was using eye drops earlier.
She is a common factor.
She was at both murder scenes.
You said opportunistic.
That photo that she took
places her outside the church
with the door open.
Well, any one
of these photographs here,
they put her inside the church,
with the congregation,
even before the murder happened.
-She could have an accomplice.
-(dramatic music playing)
(Lauren) Thank you for coming,
Ms Lang. As you may have heard,
there's been a second murder
at a wedding today.
You're looking for a connection,
and I'm the common factor.
Well, you were at both weddings,
and at the first, you left your
trace evidence at the crime scene.
And then you absconded without
reporting to one of our officers.
Your eye drops, er, Ms Lang?
I've been hauled
into a fair few rooms like this
around the world, and they all have
their methods of intimidation,
but eye drop confiscation
that's a new one.
We've established that
Florence Saunders was poisoned
with tetrahydrozoline.
Okay.
(sighs)
Unless this poisoning method
was particularly fast acting,
which I doubt,
I was at the wedding reception
at the barn
for less than 15 minutes.
I left before the victim died,
but the reason I was late
was that you were taking
my fingerprints and DNA.
Which was probably when
the poison was being applied.
You've never been married,
have you, Ms Lang?
(chuckles softly)
Oh, I see.
Dried-up old spinster,
never found love,
gets so bitter and twisted
that she loses the plot
and starts poisoning brides
and launching frenzied
knife attacks on vicars?
And you're accusing
pretty much everyone
you come across
today of these murders?
Oh, it's not me. I'm too lazy.
(chuckles softly)
It's not funny.
No. It never is.
You just evolve coping strategies.
Your medical records.
You have a history of violence.
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
I don't even like Alsatians.
(Lang sighs)
I saw this idiot
kick his dog in the ribs,
and I snapped, I just lost it.
I threw a five-grand Leica camera
at him.
Broke his nose.
You're lucky
he didn't press charges.
Pressure turned to stress.
I'd seen too much violence,
and the aftermath of violence.
I got help.
I straightened myself out,
and I'm rehabilitating.
-Well, the wedding assignment.
-(Lang) Yeah.
That worked out well, didn't it?
(chuckles) Therapeutic or what?
(chuckles)
Sometimes things catch up with you.
You think you're immune?
You need to pace yourself.
Erm
Did you take any photographs
of the, erm, the barn reception?
(clears throat)
Yeah. They're at home.
I haven't developed them yet.
But if you need them,
they're yours.
Thank you.
If you have no basis to charge me,
I'd like to go.
Maybe no more weddings today,
Ms Lang.
I don't really think
you have that kind of jurisdiction
over me, DCI McDonald.
(Paul)
I'm getting more reports
of a second fatality
at a second wedding today.
(audience applauding)
It's all unconfirmed,
and the police
have yet to comment, so
Sahir and Rachael
over at Victoria Park,
to love and to cherish,
have a great day.
More news at half past the hour.
-(traditional music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
-(Hamish) Sahir!
-Rachel. Are you okay?
-Is that Hamish?
-(Hamish) Sahir!
(chuckles) It's It's Hamish!
Hamish!
-Sahir?
-(Sahir) Hamish!
(Hamish) I've made it, man,
I made it.
(Sahir pants) Hamish!
Hamish, buddy!
Sahir, man I'm sorry.
-(gunshots)
-(screams)
Hamish! (gasps)
-(dramatic music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
(police siren wailing in distance)
Hamish McLay.
Originally from Elgin in Scotland.
Best friends with the groom.
He flew in as a surprise.
No-one knew he was coming,
he has no known connections
to Bath.
Ma'am, respectfully, I don't see
how we can run three murder
inquiries without any outside help.
I've asked the Chief Constable
to declare a critical incident.
Shut down any other wedding.
Get some screens in here,
please, Goldie.
Erm, we've run out, ma'am.
(Lee)
I've just spoken to the best man.
Well, actually,
the substitute best man.
It turns out the victim
was the first choice,
but he and the groom had a bust up
on the stag weekend.
Punches were thrown.
Okay, find me a quiet room,
I'll speak to him.
Firearms incident. We need
ballistics analysis in here.
-As soon as possible.
-Ma'am.
(Dodds)
What are you thinking, Ma'am?
Okay. (sighs)
20 to 30 millimetre.
One shot to the back of the head.
The groom rolled him over.
For sure kill, you wanna be
no more than 20 metres away, so
over there.
Now, Ma'am, we're, erm,
we're completely overwhelmed here.
Yeah, tell me something
I don't know.
Yeah, we already have
a a credible suspect.
The, erm, snake tattoo man.
Yeah, but we only have one witness,
Lenny Wood,
who had concussion
and didn't see the suspect's face.
Well, we actually have
another witness, er
of sorts.
One who, erm
One who did see the suspect
before the first murder,
who, erm
may be the suspect
in all three murders!
Are you serious?
It was a bad dream.
Just like this is a
That looks like a Smith and Wesson.
(Dodds) Look at that.
Yeah, no, it's got a pearl handle.
Don't expect to find
any prints on it, though.
Yeah, especially if he's leaving us
the murder weapon again.
I don't get why he's doing that?
We'll have to compare the bullets
in the gun
with the one in the victim.
The ballistics unit are
on a skeleton staff on Saturday,
which means I'll have to go
to the firing range
and do the test myself.
And then take the bullet
out of the victim in situ
What, what, before the post-mortem?
Is that admissible?
No. But I'm gonna cut some corners.
Dora Lang. Can you get the pictures
from the barn wedding? Now, please.
Oh Yes, Ma'am.
(gunshots)
(Mary) Mr Hassan,
I'm sorry about your friend,
but you didn't quite tell the truth
to the officer
who took your statement, did you?
I don't know what you mean.
Mr McLay texted you last night
from Hong Kong Airport,
saying he was coming
to the wedding.
Well, as you can see,
it was someone
called Sally he texted.
He sent it to me by mistake.
That doesn't alter the fact
that you knew he was coming.
Or the fact that you and he had
a fist fight on your stag weekend.
Hamish got really drunk
and was mouthing off,
and, er, I lost my temper.
I did not kill Hamish.
Someone else shot him in the head
while I was standing close to him.
-Okay?
-Well, that doesn't mean
Come on! This is mad.
You can also see
I've got the Bath Live app,
and they're reporting
three murders at three weddings.
You've got other people saying
you're accusing friends
and relatives
when it's obvious you've got
some kind of serial killer
on your hands.
I'm just following up on this, sir.
Do your job and find this lunatic
before the next wedding.
-(Lang) A third killing?
-Er, yes.
-What time?
-Er, it's about an hour ago.
While you and your boss
were grilling me.
(sighs)
Through here.
I only had time
to take half a roll.
About 20 prints or so.
Erm, and these,
er, were taken after the meal?
Yeah.
But I left before the speeches.
Hmm. Well
Yeah, so that means the, er,
appetiser dishes were long gone.
You think the poison
was in the appetiser?
Mm, well, in one of the four cups,
we believe.
You still think
one of these three did it?
(sighs) Oh, I don't know.
We're just running around,
looking at everything
and nothing and getting nowhere.
(inhales, exhales)
(Dodds gasps)
(soft music playing)
-(Lang) Sorry, I wasn't thinking.
-What happened to you?
(sighs)
A 14 year old, demented with PTSS,
waves an AK-47 in your face
and screams at you, and
(inhales)
you realise in that moment
of potential death
that you've never felt more alive.
And if you talk or bribe
your way out of it
And after every assignment,
I'd be on the tube.
Coming back from Heathrow,
and that adrenaline would wear off,
and I'd feel
just empty.
And the bad dreams kept coming.
And I'd try a
a hobby. (chuckles)
I'd try dating, and then I'd try
more dating.
And in the end, the only answer
was to get back out in the field.
Until last January,
when I had my
wobble.
And you smashed up a vintage Leica?
-Mm.
-(both chuckle)
(inhales)
I'm guessing
you haven't got time for sex.
(giggles)
(Dodds) What's that?
Well, this
this wasn't on the roll
you gave us.
No, I took that
with my little Fuji.
(Dodds) Look at that bridesmaid.
She took a photo.
Go and save the world,
Sergeant Dodds.
(dramatic music playing)
They're extracting the bullet
from the body.
It should be with you
in half an hour max.
When it comes in,
please tell me
that that bullet came
from that gun.
-As soon as I know, you'll know.
-Thanks.
(mobile phone beeps)
(mobile phone rings)
Yeah?
Oh, er. Mm-hmm.
Sure.
I packed up uni after a year,
went travelling.
Did all sorts of jobs,
all sorts of places.
Enjoyed myself. (sighs)
Had my heart broken. (sniffs)
Then I came back four years later.
Mitchell, he
He knocked around the world a lot
when he was young.
So we had a lot in common.
Sometimes we'd just sit in the pub
for hours, just talking.
He made me laugh.
I thought he was nuts,
but it's what convinced me
to marry him.
(sighs)
Did Dad kill him?
(inhales shakily)
-We don't think so.
-(exhales)
I'm sorry but, erm
do you remember this photo
that you took
of the photographer
in the church yard
before the ceremony?
Do you still have it on your phone?
Yeah, why?
Can you send it to me?
Yeah.
Tell your dad and your sisters
what you've just told me. Yeah?
Yeah.
Bullet from the third victim
matches the pearl gun.
Take a look at this.
Three X's?
(mobile phone beeps)
Oh, look, erm Ah, she's sent
something through there. Er
Oh, there's
I think there's something
behind a cross there, look.
Who's that? Behind Miss Lang?
Sorry.
That's the man, isn't it?
From your dream?
Yeah, I think so. Maybe.
What is going on here?
(upbeat music playing)
# Ruby
# Ruby #
(Paul) The time is 6:45,
and that was classic "Ruby Ruby"
from the Key Marginals.
-Requested by one HF Mitchell
-(car beeps)
who sends one, two,
three kisses to the city of Bath!
Plus an extra-large whopper
in the post, till death us do part.
Okay, we gotta start filtering out
these messages from Trowbridge.
HF Mitchell?
Hamish, Florence and Mitchell.
The victims.
So, that's one X, or kiss,
at crime scene one.
And three kisses
at crime scene three.
Why kisses?
There's an extra-large one
in the post.
(dramatic music playing)
Okay. DC Lee, get on the phone,
and get me 276 FM.
Let's see if there's two kisses
in one of these china cups here.
(dial tone ringing)
Hi, it's DCI Lauren McDonald from
the West of England Constabulary.
You've just played a request
from an HF Mitchell.
How did you get it?
Was it text? Email? Phone?
Email. Okay, we're going to send
you an email address now,
and then could you forward that
as soon as you can? Thanks.
I got it!
(keyboard clacking)
-Two kisses.
-(Lee) Here we are.
The request was sent
by this HF Mitchell at 5:03 pm,
a few minutes after
the third murder.
I don't think he said it right.
He said, "I'm sending one, two,
three kisses to the city of Bath,
"with an extra-large one
in the post," right?
-Yeah.
-Okay, well, this says,
"One, two, three X's to the city
of Bath with an XL in the post."
It's Roman numerals. Ten, 20, 30.
And XL is 40.
Wedding anniversaries.
The murder weapons,
there, look, er
Erm ten years is aluminium,
that's the knife.
Twenty is china.
Er, 30 is pearl. The gun.
-What's a 40th anniversary?
-Ruby. And the song's Ruby Ruby.
What's coming in the post?
(suspenseful music playing)
(upbeat music playing)
# First thing on my mind
# First thing on my mind
# First thing on my mind #
(Paul) Keep it locked on,
276 Roman Radio.
We got loads more romantic gems
coming up right after the news.
Okay. Every wedding that we know of
in the city has been cancelled.
Get checking.
Anything and everything "Ruby."
Streets, venues, people
Yes, Ma'am.
All in one day.
Starting at 9:15.
And the killings themselves,
they might have been opportunistic,
but the
victims chosen randomly.
But he's
he's also weaving
an intricate pattern.
Meticulously choreographed.
Why? Why would he do that?
What's he playing at?
It's not a game!
Sorry, but we're all running around
like headless chickens
because we think
we've found a pattern.
But we haven't found it, have we?
He's given it to us.
Well, I know that, Ma'am.
Just like he's given us
the murder weapons.
And he gave us
the key outside the vestry.
But where's the lead to the killer?
The actual solid lead that tells us
where he is and who he is?
Well, the dream,
you know who he is.
Don't! No! Don't!
-Well, you saw him in your dream!
-Do not mess with me today!
Sergeant Dodds. My office, please.
Take it down a notch.
As you were.
-(indistinct chatter)
-(door closes)
(Mary)
What's all this about a dream?
Oh, well, erm
Yeah, this man
I I don't know
quite how to put this, Ma'am,
but DCI McDonald had a dream
about him last night.
You know, before the first murder.
-Are you serious?
-(Dodds) Yeah.
She Well, she described him
in detail.
From his age,
the colour of his hair,
a pony tail
and even the snake tattoo.
Erm, before Lenny Wood
told us about it.
We need to get
into this dream, Ma'am.
I'd like to know
more about it, and
erm,
there's this interview technique
that I'd I'd like to try.
Have we got time for that?
Well, she won't want to do it,
but it's all we've got.
-Are we really this des
-Yeah. Yeah. Yes.
We really are
that desperate, Ma'am.
Okay. Use my office.
-(Mary) I need to get changed.
-Thank you, Ma'am.
(sighs)
(Mary) DCI McDonald?
-(indistinct chatter)
-(mysterious music playing)
-You went behind my back.
-(Dodds) Well, I'm sorry, Ma'am,
but the stuff
on that board out there
represents a clear
and present danger to life,
so that, in my opinion,
overrides all other
considerations.
Noted.
Excuse me.
-Are we really doing this?
-(Dodds) Yes, Ma'am. We are.
Now, what do you remember?
-From the very beginning.
-(ominous music playing)
Well
I'm standing
at the back of the church.
I'm wearing white.
My dad's there.
Walks me down the aisle.
It's a very sunny day.
Rays of light.
It's all very beautiful.'
The happiest day of my life.
Who's in the congregation?
Well, there was you
Er, family? Friends?
Mm.
No. They were all strangers.
So, the pews, they were
they were full?
There wasn't pews. It was a
Mm.
Rows of chairs.
Three on each side.
(Dodds) Go on.
I walk towards the altar,
and everything goes dark.
Like when the clouds block the sun,
and then the room
tilts to the side.
Who's there? At the altar?
(Lauren)
They've got their back to me.
But the groom and his best man.
And the vicar is facing me.
He looks kind of weird.
Weird? How?
Well, he's very young for a vicar,
and he's doing this
strange gesture.
-Show me.
-Hm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
-What?
-Go on.
Then suddenly, everyone disappears,
and I'm alone in the church.
Apart from my groom.
And he turns around
and it's the man
with the snake tattoo.
Yeah. It's him. It is him.
What is going on?
-What is happening?
-Strangers.
(tense music playing)
Three seats either side
of an aisle.
The vicar,
he wasn't conducting a service.
He was pointing out
the emergency exits.
(gasps)
The vicar was a flight attendant?
The strangers were holidaymakers.
He walked passed me in the aisle
when he was coming out the toilet.
The man with the snake tattoo.
He was on the same flight.
(whispers) Which one?
He's in Bath.
We just need the inbound flight
to Bristol.
This is everyone on flight AV-94
from Athens last night
in alphabetical order.
Every passenger's photo as recorded
at Bristol Airport immigration.
Okay. Let's see them.
Stop!
I think that's him.
Vassilis Giamakis. Greek citizen.
That's him.
Okay, credit card hit.
He is staying
at The Pond in Oldhampton.
Let's go.
(dramatic music playing)
Armed police.
(officer) Put your hands
where we can see them.
Secure!
Get him processed.
It was an anxiety dream.
My boyfriend, erm
asked me to marry him.
Oh, and and you refused?
No, but I didn't say yes.
We were on this, erm
viewpoint thing
overlooking the Pacific,
and the sun was setting, so
he got down on one knee,
told me that he loved me
with everything he's got,
and I I just
I didn't say anything.
I'm not that spontaneous,
Sarge, not
It's okay. It's okay.
I hesitated.
And now he's got the hump, and
I think I'm really tired,
and people are dying,
and I just
I didn't say yes.
I just I just
There, there. There, there. There.
Can you not pat me?
-I'm not a collie.
-(Dodds) Sorry, Ma'am.
Oh, my God.
(breathes shakily, gulps)
The victims, they really need you
to pull yourself together.
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(camera shutter clicks)
(Mary) Start running this
across the internet.
Does it mean something?
Can we trace where he got it?
Anything to tell us
who he really is.
-Ma'am.
-(Mary) Okay.
(sighs) So, what do we know?
Apart from the fact
that he's refused a solicitor.
His passport under the name
of Vassilis Giamakis is fake,
but a high-grade fake.
And we recovered three more
fake passports from his hotel room.
Polish, Turkish, and Armenian.
Oh, the receptionist
at the Pond Hotel
said his English is excellent.
So he can't hide behind that.
(Lee) And we ran his prints
across all three crime scenes.
-No hits.
-(Mary) Okay.
So we can place him
outside the church
just before the first murder.
Let's try and pick up other images
of him around the other two venues.
We're going to need a lot more
than your dream, DCI McDonald.
(Lauren) Mitchell Morrison
Florence Saunders
Hamish McLay. All dead.
Why?
Why all these X's? (inhales deeply)
All these clues for us to find?
-(Dodds) What are you playing at?
-Do you know, Ma'am (sighs)
I don't think this gentleman
understands English.
(Lauren)
We'll have to get a translator in.
Well, Greek? Turkish? Armenian?
That's gonna take time,
especially on a Saturday.
Well, we can hold him for 24 hours.
Then I reckon it'll be easy to get
an extension another for 72,
since he's been travelling
with a fake passport.
Well, basically means
we've got snake boy here
for as long as we need him.
(sighs, slurps)
(sighs)
(cell phone ringing)
Mastigio Fidi Adelfotita
Am I saying that right?
Translates to
"The Whipsnake Brotherhood."
That snake tattoo.
You're Greek mafia.
(tense music playing)
Where I come from,
there's many men with this tattoo.
Yes, but how many
of them are in Bath right now?
We have a witness that puts you
at the scene of the first murder.
And we have this.
I have come here following a client
who owes us money.
My job is to make sure
the client pays us back.
Now, maybe our client killed
all those people, maybe not.
I don't care. Not my business.
I don't belong here.
You really think
we're gonna believe that?
Who are you following?
(snake man sighs)
Well, if I tell you that,
my brothers will never get
their money back.
You know, we can arrest you
for obstructing justice.
If you're telling the truth,
that means that you're protecting
a triple killer.
So maybe you do belong here.
In prison. For a very long time.
We just want our money back.
(exhales)
-I just want a name.
-(snake man sighs)
More than my life's worth.
(Dodds) Ma'am,
shall we just pop out for a second?
Ma'am, could he be telling
the truth?
Because if he is,
then the person he's following
was also on your flight.
(music concludes)
This is everyone on Flight AV-94
from Athens last night
in alphabetical order.
Okay.
Run the names through the database,
see if anything pings.
-(Samuel) Yep.
-See if there's any connections
to any of the victims
or the weddings.
So, snake guy, over there,
claims he was following someone,
but he won't tell us who.
Greek mafia.
So, either him
or the person he's following
suddenly turns
into a wedding serial killer?
Or
(exhales) that's what the killer
wants us to believe.
All these patterns,
all these crosses
and murder weapons
is just a big smokescreen.
(Lauren) Ma'am, look at this.
(Mary) Okay, the city's in panic,
but the suspects in all three cases
are meeting in 30 minutes.
They're forming some
kind of support group
saying we've been wasting time
accusing them
when there's obviously
a multiple killer on the loose.
Well, they're wrong about that,
aren't they?
(Dodds) They are indeed, Ma'am.
Okay. Let's get down there.
-(Dodds) Ms Lang.
-(music concludes)
I always finish an assignment,
Sergeant.
Ah, marvellous.
We were expecting somebody
a little bit more senior, you know.
Well, as you can imagine,
we're a bit stretched today.
So you've got us, I'm afraid.
Yeah,
I've been telling you all along
that this is some kind of
crazed lunatic.
You waste all this time
and resources grilling us,
accusing me
of killing my best friend.
And I knew nothing
about Mitchell and Lilith.
And we had no reason
to kill Florence.
You're right.
All the evidence is pointing us
to a crazed serial killer.
So, the first murder
at 9:46 this morning,
the killer, er, looking
for the opportunity
to kill someone, anyone,
got into the vestry
at St Mary's Church
through the unlocked back door,
and murdered the Reverend Morrison,
he then took the key,
and we found it
with a very obvious X
scratched into it.
At your wedding, Sandra,
the killer
got into the catering van
and applied poison
to one of the cups,
which was then served to Florence.
Erm, this very cup.
There, do you see?
And, er, it's got two
little crosses scratched into it.
And the killing of Hamish McLay
was a random shooting
with pearl-handled revolver.
It's got three X's
etched into the bullet.
One X, two X's, three X's.
Roman numerals, ten, 20, 30.
And the murder weapons,
aluminium, china and pearl.
Tenth, 20th and 30th
wedding anniversaries.
So, this was the work
of a multiple killer,
who not only planned
and executed three murders
with cold precision
But also manipulated
the whole inquiry.
What are you saying?
-Sarge?
-Oh. (chuckles) Sorry, Ma'am.
Erm, so you see, now, this
this cup here,
this is the key that unlocks
the whole scheme.
And it gets us to the truth.
We know the killer
broke into the catering wagon,
adulterated this very cup here
with poison.
And then marked it
with two X's for two reasons.
One was to misdirect us,
get us to think
that this was all the work
of some crazed serial killer.
But there was
another, deeper purpose.
Because when
the appetiser was served,
the murderer would know which
of those was the poison
and ensure that it was placed
in front of Florence Saunders.
The murders of Mitchell Morrison
and Hamish McLay
were random and opportunistic.
But the murder of Florence Saunders
was specific,
deliberate and pre-meditated.
She was always supposed to die.
So, does that mean
one of them did it?
(Lenny) Not one of them
..because I was punched by a bloke.
I was poisoned, too.
Well, maybe you took a small dose,
so we'd rule you out.
Maybe lots of things.
If I did this,
why would I even be here?
Well, because, erm,
all these people, they, er
They believe
that these three murders
are the work of a serial killer.
And it's in your interest,
er, for them and the world and us,
to believe that too.
You knew this man
was following you.
He's Greek mafia, isn't he?
And you knew
that he was following you
because you owed him lots of money.
And you knew about his tattoo,
so you used that
to your advantage
by confusing and deflecting us.
I'm guessing you painted on
the same tattoo
and made sure Lenny here
saw it in the vestry.
(Clive) Maybe you should
look at the obvious explanation.
I don't have
the money to repay them.
So, this is how they punish me,
frame me for three murders.
That guy's your killer, not me.
We have him in custody.
Good. So charge him.
But the problem is I don't have
any evidence against him.
And everything
he's told us about you
suggests that you
killed three people today.
Oh, he said I did this?
It's been a long nightmare
of a day.
Three murders
right under your nose,
and you haven't got a clue.
You're tired and desperate.
But if you had one shred
of physical evidence,
you'd have me in cuffs.
Why would I kill Florence?
(Mary) Revenge.
Twenty-one years ago,
Florence was responsible
for the death of Kirsten Lewis
your fiancée.
The crash that killed her,
it wasn't you driving, was it?
It was Florence.
Had she been drinking?
Is that why you took the blame?
Do you think this
is what she would have wanted?
Three people dead?
Is that her legacy?
Legacy?
Are you kidding me?
I need to go, plane to catch.
(Mary) We've cancelled your ticket.
Did you kill your sister?
I'd just lost Kirsten.
I didn't wanna lose my sister too,
so I told the police I was driving.
Six months later,
Florence started drinking again,
and I had to leave the country.
And then Florence is in love,
she's getting married.
She's happy.
Here I am, burdened with debt.
Flo had cash.
If I framed Vassilis,
I could get the cash,
clear my debt
and get them off my back.
So where's my legacy?
Well, it's this.
Nothing but this.
Two innocent people,
and my daughter-in-law.
Ma'am.
(Paul) This is Paul Watt,
signing off, and what can I say?
Three confirmed fatalities
and three different weddings.
On a day when we were supposed
to be celebrating love
and lifelong companionship.
I guess I should play something
poignant and emotional,
but sometimes,
when you are left asking yourself,
"Where is the hope?"
'maybe silence is the only answer.
Good night.'
(camera clicks)
You and her?
You know (exhales)
we had the first three months
of a, like, relationship in
three minutes.
Is that a good thing?
I don't know.
Do you ever wonder
where the hope is, Sarge?
Oh, yeah, I do. I do.
More and more.
-And?
-Well
all we have is tomorrow.
(gentle music playing)
So, I'm gonna amble down
to the Sun Rising,
sink a couple of pints
of Old Peculiar
with a packet of salt and vinegar,
and lose badly again at darts
to Brian Watson,
and then walk home
and count my legs.
-If not my money.
-Sounds quite nice.
There you go.
-Night-night, Ma'am.
-Night-night, Sarge.
The answer's yes. (laughs)
(theme music playing)
(music concludes)
# 276 FM #
(radio announcer) Hello,
Bathonians! The time now is 9:01,
and you're listening to me,
Paul Watt, on Roman Radio, 276 FM.
And it's that time again.
It's my annual Maximum Watt-age.
Twelve hours of non-stop tunes
in the company of yours truly.
And speaking of truly yours,
today, Bath has got to be
the official world city of love.
Yes, we have 21 nuptials
going down in 21 different venues.
So, let's kick things off with
the "Church Of The Poison Mind."
What am I like
No, course it isn't.
It's a genuine romantic hit.
A solid gold, wedding classic.
Take it away, ladies.
# Don't you walk away
# Don't you walk away now
-# Don't walk away
-# Don't you walk away
# We can always find the answer
-# I only have so much to share
-# So much to share
# So we can keep going on
# I always thought
That we should be together
# For an eternity
# And even though
I tried real harder
# You still want to leave me
# Don't break my heart
I really love you
# You just don't seem to care
(Lynn) Aw.
# He doesn't come
But I keep saying
# We need to get together
-# Don't walk away
-# Don't you walk away
Thank you. Thank you.
# We can always find the answer
-Go on.
-(giggles)
# So we can keep going on #
-Are you all right?
-Where's Mitchell?
-I dunno.
-There.
Go on!
-Where's Mitch?
-Everything's fine.
(guests laugh)
-(guest 1) Smile!
-(guest 2) Say cheese!
(camera clicking)
-(screams)
-(tense music playing)
-(camera clicking)
-(indistinct clamouring)
(dark music playing)
Oh, my Christ.
(indistinct clamouring)
-(camera clicking)
-(chokes) Snake!
(theme music playing)
(theme music concludes)
MUSIC: "Canon In D Major"
by Johann Pachelbel.
-(church bells toll)
-(birds chirping)
(music fades)
(eerie music playing)
-(gasps)
-(music stops)
(mobile phone chimes)
(sighs)
(Paul)
The time has just gone 10:25,
and love is in the air
everywhere I look around.
-I can feel it in my water.
-(man snores)
(Paul) So here's a big fat
wedding shout-out
to Miss Lotty Wood, who around now,
over at St Mary's and All Angels
should be in a state
of post-nuptial bliss,
and signing her name
as Mrs Loretta Wood-Bridges.
Have a great day,
Mrs Wood-Bridges!
And now, for better or for worse,
taking us to the news,
"The Laughing Gnome" himself,
Bowie, with Modern Love.'
(Dodds) Ma'am? Er
Oh! Are you, er
-Are you a guest here?
-No.
I've got
my neighbour's son's wedding
over at All Souls.
So, this is the suspect.
He's being arrested,
but he's concussed,
so you'll have to take
his statement at the hospital.
This is the suspect's family,
also close to the victim.
But we can get their statements
down at the station.
-(mobile phone ringing)
-And, er No. I've got to go.
Oh, er, Ma'am. DCI McDonald?
Well, she didn't get to Bristol
until 5:00 a.m.,
so I've told her to get some sleep.
Oh, well, she's supposed
to have been here,
er, yesterday lunchtime.
I know. It sounds like travel hell.
So you're the SIO
until she's awake and back on duty.
I trust you with the ball,
Sergeant.
-Think like McDonald!
-(Dodds) Think like McDonald.
(Goldie) Sir?
We have about 50 witnesses here.
How do you want them processed?
Er, well, erm
Corral them in the church hall
round the back there?
Er, yeah.
That's a That's a good idea.
Yes, in fact, you can do that,
DC Lee.
Sure.
Oh, and, erm, just make sure
that they're photographed
in what they're wearing.
Yeah, and retain
anyone significant,
-and let the rest go.
-PCs on every entrance and exit.
Exactly. That's great.
Yes, well done, chaps.
Right. How do?
All right. Thank you.
-(Goldie) Cheers, mate.
-All right.
So, the picture we're getting
is the father of the bride,
-that's Leonard Wood
-Yeah.
came through here
from the vestry
-Where's that?
-Just round there.
-Yeah, all right.
-Yeah?
So, that's just before
the ceremony was due to start
-at around 9:45
-Mm-hm.
blood-spattered
and holding that.
Pending a positive match
on those bloodstains,
pathology have confirmed
it correlates to the wounds
on the victim.
Ah, now that is interesting.
It's a retractable blade. It's
-aluminium.
-Vestry's this way, boss.
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
(Goldie) So, trail of blood
and footprints here
confirms the emerging sequence
of events.
Mitchell Morrison.
So, he was supposed to officiate
at the wedding of Loretta Wood
and William Bridges.
-Wood
-(Goldie) Him and Lenny Wood
were best friends.
Ian, can we break for a few minutes
so the SIO can have a look?
(Dodds) Come on, Ian. Out you get.
Hanging about.
There are signs
of a violent struggle, but
Oh, there's nothing
to suggest a break-in.
That door,
was it locked or unlocked
when the first officer arrived?
It was locked.
I've spoken to the church warden.
That door never gets used.
It's always kept locked.
All right.
(mysterious music playing)
There's multiple stab wounds
there to the stomach,
the whole torso and neck.
There's a defensive wounds
there to the hand.
It's like a
It's like a frenzied attack.
Oh, yeah, someone's been drinking.
Prints'll tell us
whether it belongs
to the killer or the victim.
-(mobile phone chimes)
-Hmm.
DCI McDonald's on her way, Sarge.
Ah, morning, Ma'am.
-(Lauren) Is it?
-I hear you've been in the wars.
Two hours' sleep in the last 48.
Look's like you've covered
all your bases, Captain Dodds.
Right, pace clock's ticking,
24 hours to charge or release.
So, we've got conclusive
trace evidence,
multiple eyewitnesses.
Tell me it's the father
of the bride,
-and I can be home by tea time.
-Well, we've got no eyewitnesses,
but I think
we've got enough trace evidence
to get a confession
out of this this Leonard Woods.
And he's, er
he's in Castle Park Hospital
at the moment.
-Suspected concussion?
-Yeah. It's my next port of call.
Wait. What about the bride?
-What do you mean?
-Well
Poor girl and her sisters,
they've just seen their father
be arrested
for the murder of his best mate,
who they probably know.
Wedding's in tatters.
Job of an SIO
is to offer personal reassurance,
and maybe get some insight
into motive.
Yeah, right. Sorry, Ma'am.
And then the flight
from Melbourne to Dubai was delayed
because they couldn't find
a bloody pilot,
which meant that we had to have
a five-hour layover in Dubai.
And then there was no flights
back to Heathrow
for another 12 hours,
so they offered us a redirection
to Bristol via Athens,
which was a result.
But then I didn't get a wink
of sleep
because these bloody kids
were screaming.
Got to Bristol at 5:00 a.m.,
huge queue at immigration,
got our bags on time,
I was quite pleased with that.
Then we came outside, no taxis.
-I had to get a bus, Sarge!
-(Dodds) Oh, well,
that's foreign travel for you,
Ma'am.
It's very complicated.
I didn't understand any of that.
I got lost at Dubai.
You wouldn't be the first.
-(sighs)
-(birds chirping)
(wedding march playing)
You all right, Ma'am?
(wedding march playing, fades)
Yeah. Two hours' sleep,
and I had this really spooky dream.
-Spooky? Er, how?
-Well, you were in it.
You had a moustache. (chuckles)
It was my wedding, and everything
just went really wrong.
(Dodds) Oh, your wedding?
Dreams and nightmares.
It's just mental garbage, isn't it?
So, erm, how was New Zealand?
Yeah. Great. Trip of a lifetime.
-(sombre music playing)
-(birds chirping)
(Lauren) Good morning.
I'm DCI Lauren McDonald,
Senior Investigating Officer
into the inquiry
of the death of Mitchell Morrison.
And I'm, er,
Detective Sergeant Dodds.
-Erm, do you mind if we sit down?
-(Lynn) Yeah, sure, please.
I gather
you were close to Mitchell.
Mitchell was Uncle Mitchell.
Our mum died when I was ten,
so Dad brought
the three of us up alone.
Three girls.
Still don't know how he did it.
God knows we weren't easy.
And Mitchell was always there
for Dad, and us.
Your father is under arrest
on suspicion of murder.
And, erm, what we're trying
to do now is just to, erm,
try and understand what happened.
(Lauren) Yeah. And why.
Er, well, we were at the altar,
but Mitchell wasn't there,
so Lenny went off
to see what was going on,
and, erm
er, when he came back, he
Dad did not kill Mitchell.
Why would he?
Isn't it obvious
that some lunatic just broke in,
probably trying to rob the place?
Him and Mitchell built
that summer house together.
They played golf every Saturday.
Lil, say something!
(sighs) Dad didn't kill Mitchell.
-(bottle clanks)
-(sighs)
Would you just leave us alone,
please?
This is devastating for all of us.
You're well within your rights,
Ms Wood.
We'll keep you up-to-date
with any developments.
And you can call me directly
if you've got any concerns
or want to give me
any information.
(sombre music playing)
-(Lauren) How is he?
-He's very confused.
The last thing he remembers
is getting out of the wedding car
with his daughter.
He's got nothing after that.
Do you believe him,
in your professional opinion?
(doctor) Short-term memory loss
is not uncommon
in severe concussion.
But his brain scan's clear,
no bleeding.
And the memories might come back
in pieces.
It's like, when you have a dream,
and a few days later,
you have flashbacks
and suddenly remember new details.
(suspenseful music playing)
How did I get this?
What's happened?
Nobody's telling me anything.
We're, er,
questioning you under caution, sir,
on the suspicion of the murder
of Mitchell Morrison.
Mitchell?
Mitch, dead?
Do you, erm
Do you recognise this knife, sir?
No. Where are my kids?
How are they?
Look, Mitch was Can I see them?
Not at the moment.
Can you explain the blood
we found on your clothes?
-Mitch's blood.
-(chuckles) Blood Blood? No.
(Lauren) Can you account
for the fact that 50 witnesses,
including your daughters,
say they saw you
coming out the vestry
with that knife?
Which we've now confirmed
is the murder weapon
that was used
to fatally stab Mitch six times.
Why why would I kill Mitch?
(Dodds) What father of the bride
comes to his own daughter's wedding
carrying a blade?
Because that
that aluminium knife
looks like it does not come
from a church.
This would sit a lot better with me
if we had a motive.
Why's that uniform pointing us out
to a press photographer?
(Dora) Great, thank you.
Is that
Hi. Dora Lang.
I've been trying to catch up
with you
for the last couple of hours.
-Detectives McDonald and Dodds?
-Yes.
I believe my status on your inquiry
is "significant witness."
Were you a guest
at the wedding in St Mary's?
Ms Lang is one of the world's
most eminent photojournalists,
Ma'am.
That's overstating it a bit.
(chuckles)
But I'm on sabbatical
from foreign assignments.
The Guardian commissioned
a feature,
"The Great British Wedding."
Candid reportage,
grainy black and white.
I thought it would be fun
until this morning.
I, er I have pictures.
-Of what?
-Everything.
-I tried to save him.
-(Dodds) Er, save who, ma'am?
The victim.
When that man came into the church
covered in blood,
I guess, you know,
my instinct kicked in.
I ran down the corridor,
and found him. The vicar.
(Lauren) And then?
-I took a photo.
-(camera clicking)
I saw he was still alive,
so I tried to save him.
But, no, it was too late.
He'd bled out.
Nothing I could do.
You interfered with a crime scene.
My first duty
was the preservation of life.
And you're trained to do
exactly the same thing, I believe.
I wouldn't have stopped
to take a photo.
Sorry. Instinct.
Cold instinct.
He was stabbed six times.
Not the first time
I've witnessed a violent death.
So, two hours and ten minutes
after the murder,
and you didn't immediately
identify yourself
to our first-response team?
I'm here now.
Good.
So, I'll need fingerprints
and a DNA swab as elimination,
a formal statement
and the memory card
-from that camera.
-Well, that is
It's a Canon AE-1.
Er, Ma'am, this came out in 1976.
It uses film.
Erm But we
we do need the film roll,
Ms Ms Lang.
-Now, please.
-Okay. (chuckles)
I'm supposed to cover a wedding
at the old barn over at Bathwick
and three more after that.
When you've just witnessed
a murder?
The assignment is everything.
(mysterious music playing)
Thank you.
Oh, there's something else.
Before the vicar died
he raised a hand
and pointed to his chest here.
And I think he said, "Snake."
(suspenseful music playing)
-Are you all right, Ma'am?
-Er Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
(Paul) It's 11:56,
and we're getting
some unconfirmed reports
of an incident
at, er, St Mary's and All Angels.
Hmm, okay. I did a dedication
to the bride, Lotty, earlier.
So, er,
we'll keep you posted on that.
In the meantime,
for richer or poorer,
it's over to Diana
for the latest traffic news.
(Goldie)
So, these are the photographs
taken by Dora Lang
in chronological order,
starting with the bride
and her father
outside their house at 9:15,
and ending here at 9:46.
The, er
the time codes are estimates.
What do you think, Sarge?
Wow, Ms Lang certainly
has a flawless gift
for capturing the decisive moment.
Sorry, Ma'am, yeah. Police work.
Okay, here we have the victim
at 9:36 outside the church,
which was just before
the bride arrived.
-Seems to be drinking. Is that
-(Dodds) Er
Yeah, it's a hip flask.
Doesn't look happy.
And he was having a fag as well.
Well, hold on. It's, er
Well, that that door's open.
Well, didn't the, er
didn't the church warden tell us
that this door was always
-kept locked?
-Yeah.
And it was locked
when our people got there.
So, then, now, the reverend,
he should have a set of keys.
There were no keys found
on the victim's body.
Or anywhere in the vestry.
-Dora Lang?
-Er, yes, Ma'am?
She was the only other one
in the vestry.
-Maybe she took the keys?
-Well, why would she do that?
I don't know.
-Lee?
-(Lee) Yes, Ma'am?
Can you get me
a background check on Dora Lang?
She's some
sort of newspaper paparazzi
-or something.
-She's a photojournalist, Ma'am.
-She's a photojournalist.
-(Lee) Ma'am.
Right. When someone comes to me,
after a suspicious delay,
with a reason
of why their trace evidence
is all over my crime scene,
I get a bit twitchy.
Can you go and see Dora Lang?
Get her DNA and blood samples.
See if you can get
a measure of her.
Is there something
she's not telling us?
-Lee, go with him.
-Ma'am.
She's renting a place
in the centre of Bath, Sarge.
And, er, have you got
any background on her?
Well, January this year,
she spent ten days
in Oldsmere Clinic.
Well, isn't that the
Specialises
in mental health treatment.
I can't access any details
without a warrant.
(church bells toll)
Sorry.
Lifetime of eyes pressed up
against viewfinders.
Right, well, erm,
when you're ready, er, Ms Lang.
(birds chirping)
Not the first time I've had
my prints taken,
-Sergeant Dodds.
-Oh?
Under the Milošević' regime,
on my first foreign assignment.
Well, if I can just start with
your thumb, please. Erm There.
(clears throat) There you go.
I owe you an apology.
Well, your boss, I suppose.
I should've come forward
straight away. I get
Well, I suppose
it's a kind of compulsion.
-Compulsion?
-Yeah, I wanted more photos.
Well, it
wasn't helpful, but then again,
I suppose you are a
trained observer.
(mysterious music playing)
(clears throat) Sarge? Shall we?
(clears throat)
(clears throat)
We also need to take a DNA sample,
Ms Lang. If I could just
Thank you.
So, has the father of the bride
been charged yet?
(Dodds) Oh, no, I
I can't comment on that, Ma'am.
Er, but I I think you know that.
We'll take a full statement
from you,
but, erm, there is one question
that I wanna ask you.
Now, this photograph here.
Now,
did you see a key to this door?
Right behind the victim,
it leads out to the grounds.
No.
So you you didn't take it?
Sergeant, are you questioning me
as a suspect?
No.
Well, I've taken
a three-month let on this place,
as you probably know, so
I'm not going anywhere.
The CPS have agreed
to release your father.
He should be home with you
in a couple of hours.
(sighs) So he didn't do it?
(Lauren)
He's still under arrest,
but we are exploring
other lines of inquiry.
What exactly does that mean?
Well, we have compelling evidence
against him,
and he clearly had a fight
in the vestry with Mitchell,
and I need to know why.
What was going on between them?
I also need to know about this.
He's drinking.
Just before he's about to officiate
his best friend's
daughter's wedding.
He looks distraught. Why?
Lotty, you were about
to get married.
Was there something going on
with you guys,
and did your dad find out?
-(scoffs)
-Are you
That's disgusting.
Uncle Mitchell and me? That's sick.
Coming here
with your filthy accusations and
It was me.
Me and Mitchell were
-we were gonna get married.
-What?
He was just about to tell Dad.
-When did this start?
-A year ago.
And I heard what happened.
Mitchell was stabbed to death.
That's a maniac, not my dad.
He wouldn't have done it,
no matter what.
(glass taps)
(Clive) So, there I am,
after 250 dates in 21 years.
I'm standing in my kitchen
at 2:00 a.m.,
mansplaining the offside rule
to Alexa
(guests chuckle)
and I think,
"Have I gone wrong somewhere?"
And at that very moment,
I got a text from Florence.
"I'm getting married next week,"
she tells me.
So, I book myself on a flight here,
all set to meet
my new brother-in-law
-down the Dog and Duck
-(guests laugh)
(Clive) a couple of pints,
game of darts
and who should greet me
-but Sandra?
-(guests chuckle)
Stop.
(Clive) No, come on, now.
Settle down. Settle down.
Seriously.
I couldn't be happier for you, sis.
She's a wonderful girl.
As you might have heard,
the love of my life slipped through
my fingers a long time ago
but seeing you and Sandra
so happy together
I only wish Mum and Dad
and Kirsten could be here.
(indistinct chatter)
So (clears throat)
I'd ask you all to be upstanding
and to raise your glasses
to the bride and the bride
Florence and Sandra.
(guests) Florence and Sandra!
(whistling and cheering)
(guests) Cheers!
(suspenseful music playing)
-(gags)
-Florence? Florence?
-(gags)
-(screams)
The time has just gone 2:22,
and in sickness and in health,
that was the Duchess herself
with "Love And Marriage."
You can't have one
without the other? (chuckles)
Try telling that to my ex-wife.
Everybody out, please.
Come on, I need everybody out.
Sir, don't touch anything,
thank you.
Yeah, just vacate the vehicle,
thank you.
(mysterious music playing)
Ma'am.
Okay, this is Florence Saunders.
Thirty-nine, specialist nurse.
Take a closer look.
She's bleeding from her ears?
And it started with bleeding
from her nose.
I'd say she'd been poisoned
with some kind of anticoagulant.
Warfarin? Arsenic, even.
She collapsed suddenly
at the end of the meal.
Someone got to her food or drink?
Ah, Liz, I need all these dishes
processed as soon as possible.
I know, it's Saturday,
but this is time-critical.
Okay, so,
the victim's older brother,
her new wife
and her new wife's mother.
They were the only people
at the top table.
And possible beneficiaries
of her death.
I'll get them back to the station
for formal statements.
Er, no, we are officially
over-stretched here.
It's all hands on deck.
I'll lead the initial stages
of this inquiry.
How close are you
to formally charging Lenny Wood?
I'm not sure.
There's just some things
that don't add up. But
two suspicious deaths
at two weddings in one day?
Well, I've got a couple of PCs
at the station
mining for connections
between both weddings.
-Dora Lang.
-(Ormond) The photographer?
She said she was doing this wedding
as well.
We need to know more
before we start talking
about linked murders.
-Mm-hm? Okay?
-Ma'am.
-Are you okay? Jet lag's brutal.
-I need to be.
Lenny Wood
has just remembered something.
(mysterious music playing)
Something tells me
it's more than a suspicious death.
All signs point to poisoning
by someone seated at the top table.
But let's not talk
about connections
until we establish one, okay?
-You sure about this?
-Yeah. He wants to do it, Ma'am.
Okay, Mr Wood.
You're now claiming there was
a third party in the vestry?
Yes, that's right.
-What happened to her?
-She was really healthy.
Didn't smoke, barely drank.
(Clive)
Well, that's not quite true.
-Flo did like a drink. Or used to.
-Not since I've known her.
Er, you got as far as here,
and then, erm
Well, in your own words,
what did you see?
I saw, erm
Mitchell covered in blood,
lying in there
-Er
-Go on.
-Can I get in there?
-Sure, you can
(Ormond) We think she was poisoned.
We're working on the basis
that someone adulterated her food
or drink during the reception.
Someone close to her.
-Physically.
-Hang on.
You think one of us
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I've seen stuff online.
Someone else was murdered
at another wedding earlier today.
What?
Well, maybe you should be out there
trying to find this maniac
Sir?
(groans)
-(Mary) Are you okay? Paramedics!
-(chokes)
-(chokes)
-Clive.
(groans)
I remember somebody punched me.
He floored me and I
I must've just passed out.
I didn't kill Mitchell.
Some kind of lunatic
or somebody broke in
Mitchell caught him and
Why would I attack
my own best friend with a knife?
Because he'd just told you
that him and Lilith were in love,
and they're planning
to get married.
(chuckles) Oh, come on.
No.
Yeah.
So, erm when you came round,
erm, this guy, erm,
where was he?
(Lenny sighs)
Er
he was at the door.
(Dodds) I have a copy of the key
to that door right here.
The key, yes. He
He took the key out of the lock.
(Dodds) After he opened the door?
-(door opens)
-Yes.
Right, so what happened next?
(Lauren) Come on, Lenny.
We need more.
(Dodds) Think. Think, Mr Wood.
Yeah, erm, he left.
I tried to go after him,
but he locked the door.
And then I I pulled the knife
from Mitch and
I went out there to get help.
-This intruder, you saw his face?
-No. He was wearing a
a balaclava.
But before he left, he turned to me
and there was, erm
There, a tattoo of a snake.
Excuse me.
Erm
Mitch
and my little girl?
As far as we're concerned,
sir, er
your daughter
and the Reverend Morrison,
they were consenting adults,
so it's between you
and your family.
My God.
Ma'am
you know this this snake tattoo?
Well, according to Dora Lang,
that was the last word
Mitchell Morrison spoke.
Yeah. Okay, this might sound
completely mad,
but remember the dream
I was telling you about?
(sighs) So, it's my wedding day.
Lovely.
I'm walking down the aisle,
and the groom turns around,
but it's not the boyfriend,
it's this guy,
and he looks kind of creepy.
And his shirt's open,
and he has a tattoo
of a snake. Here.
(inhales, exhales)
Oh, I I don't know,
Ma'am, I think,
you know, it's post sleep, erm
It's I think you're getting
-(ominous music playing)
-(birds squawking)
(lock clatters)
Ma'am, do we really think
that Mr Wood,
covered in blood, carrying a knife,
came out through this door,
closed it behind him,
threw the key on the ground,
and then walked round the outside
of this church,
back in through the front door,
and somehow sneaked
past the congregation,
slipped into the vestry,
and then (scoffs)
staggered out towards the altar?
(Lauren) You think Lenny Wood
was telling the truth?
The man with the snake tattoo
killed Mitchell Morrison?
Hmm.
Oh, now look at this.
That's been made recently.
Very recently.
Maybe it was left here.
Since this morning.
It's a message.
I'm fine. I feel fine.
We'd still prefer you went
to hospital to get checked.
Can't. On a flight tonight.
I'm in the middle of building
a holiday apartment complex
and if I'm not there,
it all goes arse up.
Okay, but you have presented
with the same symptoms
as your sister when she died.
So, we need to take
a blood sample from you.
Fine.
And you didn't accidentally share
a dish with your sister
-or drink from her glass?
-I don't think so.
Flo was drinking red wine,
and I'm teetotal.
-Just over 21 years sober.
-Since you lost your fiancée?
-Now, how do you know
-(Mary) Oh, sorry.
We always do background checks
on close family of murder victims.
It's It's routine.
I was driving.
The inquest cleared me.
Not my fault, but
I hit the booze pretty hard
after that and
Leaving this country
and getting into
the hospitality business,
that's what saved me.
And did you share anything
from this menu?
Flo's vegan.
This appetiser.
"Amuse-Bouche, Butternut Squash."
Yeah.
Yeah, I had that. So did Florence.
God.
Any one of us
could have picked up that dish.
(Mary sighs) Okay.
Back to the caterers.
Seize all the dishes
that the appetisers were served in.
-Ma'am, there were 67 people at
-Just do it.
And tie, please.
Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.
(birds chirping)
Is Clive okay?
Fortunately,
he only ingested a tiny part
of what killed your wife.
All right, here.
Take these, honey.
They're good for your nerves.
How did you feel
about your daughter's marriage
to Florence?
I love my daughter.
I only want what's best for her.
Florence said the way you loved me
was suffocating.
With Florence, I could breathe.
(Janet) I'm sorry, baby.
(Mary) For what, Mrs Blake?
Is there something
you want to tell me?
(scoffs)
Are you actually accusing me of
(scoffs) You know, Clive's right.
You should be out there,
catching whoever's killing people
at weddings.
You have no idea what you're doing,
have you?
(scoffs) Completely clueless.
Well (sighs)
we'll soon know more,
once we recover
the murder weapon.
Ma'am, this dream of yours
I don't wanna talk about it.
Yeah, but this snake man,
what did he look like?
Erm
50s, maybe.
He had a pony-tail.
Black hair, dyed.
Receding hairline. Weathered look.
Foreign, maybe.
I don't know. (sighs)
(mobile phone beeps)
Sarge, do you think
you could give me a bit of space?
Oh, yeah.
Well, sorry, Ma'am. (chuckles)
Oh, yeah. I'll just go
and start the whiteboard, Ma'am.
(sighs, inhales)
One of these four cups
is our murder weapon.
But they've been through
a thorough wash,
so it's unlikely
forensics can pull prints,
let alone traces of poison.
Okay. Two murders, two weddings.
One, a frenzied knife attack,
possibly a crime of passion,
and a suspect with a clear motive.
(Dodds) Well, I'm I'm afraid
that's not what the evidence
is telling us, Ma'am.
Lenny Wood said
that there was a third man
in the vestry, wearing a balaclava.
He claims that he was the one
that murdered Mitchell Morrison.
And it sounds like you believe him.
Well, see this door
from the outside here.
Now, this is always kept locked.
It's never used.
But there you can see
Reverend Morrison has opened it,
and Mr Wood here,
he claims that this balaclava man,
he escaped through this door
and and locked it behind him.
And, er, it was locked
when we got there, wasn't it?
You see, now, look. There.
This is the key to the vestry door,
and, can you see, it's got
a peculiar "X" scraped on it?
And it was left
just outside for us to find.
(Mary) Okay. (sighs)
Florence Saunders,
three possible suspects.
Her brother? Unlikely.
Because he was also poisoned,
must have eaten
from one of those china cups.
But Sandra's mother? Maybe.
She didn't like the idea of losing
her daughter to another woman.
Ma'am, toxicology
have just come through.
They have identified the presence
of tetrahydrozoline
in the blood samples of both
Florence and Clive Saunders.
Imbibed in a high enough dose,
it acts as a fatal neurotoxin,
but not instantly.
So, the killer wasn't necessarily
at the top table.
They could have got into
the catering van.
(Dodds) Opportunism.
Could the common factor
be opportunism?
So, the killer
of Florence Saunders,
he just dropped some poison into
any one of these 60 china cups?
Was Florence just unlucky?
And the killer
of Mitchell Morrison,
well, he must have been outside,
watching.
So, when he saw
that the door was open,
then he took his chance.
He went inside with his knife
intending to kill someone, anyone.
Okay, so what are we saying?
Someone with a grudge
against marriage
is just randomly killing people
at weddings?
Did Lenny Wood give you anything
on the man
he claims to have seen
in the vestry?
He had this, like, snake tattoo.
-(Mary) And this poison
-Tetrahydrozoline.
How would a member of the public
acquire that?
Oh, it's an active ingredient
in over-the-counter eye drops.
What?
Dora Lang.
Well, she
she was using eye drops earlier.
She is a common factor.
She was at both murder scenes.
You said opportunistic.
That photo that she took
places her outside the church
with the door open.
Well, any one
of these photographs here,
they put her inside the church,
with the congregation,
even before the murder happened.
-She could have an accomplice.
-(dramatic music playing)
(Lauren) Thank you for coming,
Ms Lang. As you may have heard,
there's been a second murder
at a wedding today.
You're looking for a connection,
and I'm the common factor.
Well, you were at both weddings,
and at the first, you left your
trace evidence at the crime scene.
And then you absconded without
reporting to one of our officers.
Your eye drops, er, Ms Lang?
I've been hauled
into a fair few rooms like this
around the world, and they all have
their methods of intimidation,
but eye drop confiscation
that's a new one.
We've established that
Florence Saunders was poisoned
with tetrahydrozoline.
Okay.
(sighs)
Unless this poisoning method
was particularly fast acting,
which I doubt,
I was at the wedding reception
at the barn
for less than 15 minutes.
I left before the victim died,
but the reason I was late
was that you were taking
my fingerprints and DNA.
Which was probably when
the poison was being applied.
You've never been married,
have you, Ms Lang?
(chuckles softly)
Oh, I see.
Dried-up old spinster,
never found love,
gets so bitter and twisted
that she loses the plot
and starts poisoning brides
and launching frenzied
knife attacks on vicars?
And you're accusing
pretty much everyone
you come across
today of these murders?
Oh, it's not me. I'm too lazy.
(chuckles softly)
It's not funny.
No. It never is.
You just evolve coping strategies.
Your medical records.
You have a history of violence.
(chuckles)
(chuckles)
I don't even like Alsatians.
(Lang sighs)
I saw this idiot
kick his dog in the ribs,
and I snapped, I just lost it.
I threw a five-grand Leica camera
at him.
Broke his nose.
You're lucky
he didn't press charges.
Pressure turned to stress.
I'd seen too much violence,
and the aftermath of violence.
I got help.
I straightened myself out,
and I'm rehabilitating.
-Well, the wedding assignment.
-(Lang) Yeah.
That worked out well, didn't it?
(chuckles) Therapeutic or what?
(chuckles)
Sometimes things catch up with you.
You think you're immune?
You need to pace yourself.
Erm
Did you take any photographs
of the, erm, the barn reception?
(clears throat)
Yeah. They're at home.
I haven't developed them yet.
But if you need them,
they're yours.
Thank you.
If you have no basis to charge me,
I'd like to go.
Maybe no more weddings today,
Ms Lang.
I don't really think
you have that kind of jurisdiction
over me, DCI McDonald.
(Paul)
I'm getting more reports
of a second fatality
at a second wedding today.
(audience applauding)
It's all unconfirmed,
and the police
have yet to comment, so
Sahir and Rachael
over at Victoria Park,
to love and to cherish,
have a great day.
More news at half past the hour.
-(traditional music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
-(Hamish) Sahir!
-Rachel. Are you okay?
-Is that Hamish?
-(Hamish) Sahir!
(chuckles) It's It's Hamish!
Hamish!
-Sahir?
-(Sahir) Hamish!
(Hamish) I've made it, man,
I made it.
(Sahir pants) Hamish!
Hamish, buddy!
Sahir, man I'm sorry.
-(gunshots)
-(screams)
Hamish! (gasps)
-(dramatic music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
(police siren wailing in distance)
Hamish McLay.
Originally from Elgin in Scotland.
Best friends with the groom.
He flew in as a surprise.
No-one knew he was coming,
he has no known connections
to Bath.
Ma'am, respectfully, I don't see
how we can run three murder
inquiries without any outside help.
I've asked the Chief Constable
to declare a critical incident.
Shut down any other wedding.
Get some screens in here,
please, Goldie.
Erm, we've run out, ma'am.
(Lee)
I've just spoken to the best man.
Well, actually,
the substitute best man.
It turns out the victim
was the first choice,
but he and the groom had a bust up
on the stag weekend.
Punches were thrown.
Okay, find me a quiet room,
I'll speak to him.
Firearms incident. We need
ballistics analysis in here.
-As soon as possible.
-Ma'am.
(Dodds)
What are you thinking, Ma'am?
Okay. (sighs)
20 to 30 millimetre.
One shot to the back of the head.
The groom rolled him over.
For sure kill, you wanna be
no more than 20 metres away, so
over there.
Now, Ma'am, we're, erm,
we're completely overwhelmed here.
Yeah, tell me something
I don't know.
Yeah, we already have
a a credible suspect.
The, erm, snake tattoo man.
Yeah, but we only have one witness,
Lenny Wood,
who had concussion
and didn't see the suspect's face.
Well, we actually have
another witness, er
of sorts.
One who, erm
One who did see the suspect
before the first murder,
who, erm
may be the suspect
in all three murders!
Are you serious?
It was a bad dream.
Just like this is a
That looks like a Smith and Wesson.
(Dodds) Look at that.
Yeah, no, it's got a pearl handle.
Don't expect to find
any prints on it, though.
Yeah, especially if he's leaving us
the murder weapon again.
I don't get why he's doing that?
We'll have to compare the bullets
in the gun
with the one in the victim.
The ballistics unit are
on a skeleton staff on Saturday,
which means I'll have to go
to the firing range
and do the test myself.
And then take the bullet
out of the victim in situ
What, what, before the post-mortem?
Is that admissible?
No. But I'm gonna cut some corners.
Dora Lang. Can you get the pictures
from the barn wedding? Now, please.
Oh Yes, Ma'am.
(gunshots)
(Mary) Mr Hassan,
I'm sorry about your friend,
but you didn't quite tell the truth
to the officer
who took your statement, did you?
I don't know what you mean.
Mr McLay texted you last night
from Hong Kong Airport,
saying he was coming
to the wedding.
Well, as you can see,
it was someone
called Sally he texted.
He sent it to me by mistake.
That doesn't alter the fact
that you knew he was coming.
Or the fact that you and he had
a fist fight on your stag weekend.
Hamish got really drunk
and was mouthing off,
and, er, I lost my temper.
I did not kill Hamish.
Someone else shot him in the head
while I was standing close to him.
-Okay?
-Well, that doesn't mean
Come on! This is mad.
You can also see
I've got the Bath Live app,
and they're reporting
three murders at three weddings.
You've got other people saying
you're accusing friends
and relatives
when it's obvious you've got
some kind of serial killer
on your hands.
I'm just following up on this, sir.
Do your job and find this lunatic
before the next wedding.
-(Lang) A third killing?
-Er, yes.
-What time?
-Er, it's about an hour ago.
While you and your boss
were grilling me.
(sighs)
Through here.
I only had time
to take half a roll.
About 20 prints or so.
Erm, and these,
er, were taken after the meal?
Yeah.
But I left before the speeches.
Hmm. Well
Yeah, so that means the, er,
appetiser dishes were long gone.
You think the poison
was in the appetiser?
Mm, well, in one of the four cups,
we believe.
You still think
one of these three did it?
(sighs) Oh, I don't know.
We're just running around,
looking at everything
and nothing and getting nowhere.
(inhales, exhales)
(Dodds gasps)
(soft music playing)
-(Lang) Sorry, I wasn't thinking.
-What happened to you?
(sighs)
A 14 year old, demented with PTSS,
waves an AK-47 in your face
and screams at you, and
(inhales)
you realise in that moment
of potential death
that you've never felt more alive.
And if you talk or bribe
your way out of it
And after every assignment,
I'd be on the tube.
Coming back from Heathrow,
and that adrenaline would wear off,
and I'd feel
just empty.
And the bad dreams kept coming.
And I'd try a
a hobby. (chuckles)
I'd try dating, and then I'd try
more dating.
And in the end, the only answer
was to get back out in the field.
Until last January,
when I had my
wobble.
And you smashed up a vintage Leica?
-Mm.
-(both chuckle)
(inhales)
I'm guessing
you haven't got time for sex.
(giggles)
(Dodds) What's that?
Well, this
this wasn't on the roll
you gave us.
No, I took that
with my little Fuji.
(Dodds) Look at that bridesmaid.
She took a photo.
Go and save the world,
Sergeant Dodds.
(dramatic music playing)
They're extracting the bullet
from the body.
It should be with you
in half an hour max.
When it comes in,
please tell me
that that bullet came
from that gun.
-As soon as I know, you'll know.
-Thanks.
(mobile phone beeps)
(mobile phone rings)
Yeah?
Oh, er. Mm-hmm.
Sure.
I packed up uni after a year,
went travelling.
Did all sorts of jobs,
all sorts of places.
Enjoyed myself. (sighs)
Had my heart broken. (sniffs)
Then I came back four years later.
Mitchell, he
He knocked around the world a lot
when he was young.
So we had a lot in common.
Sometimes we'd just sit in the pub
for hours, just talking.
He made me laugh.
I thought he was nuts,
but it's what convinced me
to marry him.
(sighs)
Did Dad kill him?
(inhales shakily)
-We don't think so.
-(exhales)
I'm sorry but, erm
do you remember this photo
that you took
of the photographer
in the church yard
before the ceremony?
Do you still have it on your phone?
Yeah, why?
Can you send it to me?
Yeah.
Tell your dad and your sisters
what you've just told me. Yeah?
Yeah.
Bullet from the third victim
matches the pearl gun.
Take a look at this.
Three X's?
(mobile phone beeps)
Oh, look, erm Ah, she's sent
something through there. Er
Oh, there's
I think there's something
behind a cross there, look.
Who's that? Behind Miss Lang?
Sorry.
That's the man, isn't it?
From your dream?
Yeah, I think so. Maybe.
What is going on here?
(upbeat music playing)
# Ruby
# Ruby #
(Paul) The time is 6:45,
and that was classic "Ruby Ruby"
from the Key Marginals.
-Requested by one HF Mitchell
-(car beeps)
who sends one, two,
three kisses to the city of Bath!
Plus an extra-large whopper
in the post, till death us do part.
Okay, we gotta start filtering out
these messages from Trowbridge.
HF Mitchell?
Hamish, Florence and Mitchell.
The victims.
So, that's one X, or kiss,
at crime scene one.
And three kisses
at crime scene three.
Why kisses?
There's an extra-large one
in the post.
(dramatic music playing)
Okay. DC Lee, get on the phone,
and get me 276 FM.
Let's see if there's two kisses
in one of these china cups here.
(dial tone ringing)
Hi, it's DCI Lauren McDonald from
the West of England Constabulary.
You've just played a request
from an HF Mitchell.
How did you get it?
Was it text? Email? Phone?
Email. Okay, we're going to send
you an email address now,
and then could you forward that
as soon as you can? Thanks.
I got it!
(keyboard clacking)
-Two kisses.
-(Lee) Here we are.
The request was sent
by this HF Mitchell at 5:03 pm,
a few minutes after
the third murder.
I don't think he said it right.
He said, "I'm sending one, two,
three kisses to the city of Bath,
"with an extra-large one
in the post," right?
-Yeah.
-Okay, well, this says,
"One, two, three X's to the city
of Bath with an XL in the post."
It's Roman numerals. Ten, 20, 30.
And XL is 40.
Wedding anniversaries.
The murder weapons,
there, look, er
Erm ten years is aluminium,
that's the knife.
Twenty is china.
Er, 30 is pearl. The gun.
-What's a 40th anniversary?
-Ruby. And the song's Ruby Ruby.
What's coming in the post?
(suspenseful music playing)
(upbeat music playing)
# First thing on my mind
# First thing on my mind
# First thing on my mind #
(Paul) Keep it locked on,
276 Roman Radio.
We got loads more romantic gems
coming up right after the news.
Okay. Every wedding that we know of
in the city has been cancelled.
Get checking.
Anything and everything "Ruby."
Streets, venues, people
Yes, Ma'am.
All in one day.
Starting at 9:15.
And the killings themselves,
they might have been opportunistic,
but the
victims chosen randomly.
But he's
he's also weaving
an intricate pattern.
Meticulously choreographed.
Why? Why would he do that?
What's he playing at?
It's not a game!
Sorry, but we're all running around
like headless chickens
because we think
we've found a pattern.
But we haven't found it, have we?
He's given it to us.
Well, I know that, Ma'am.
Just like he's given us
the murder weapons.
And he gave us
the key outside the vestry.
But where's the lead to the killer?
The actual solid lead that tells us
where he is and who he is?
Well, the dream,
you know who he is.
Don't! No! Don't!
-Well, you saw him in your dream!
-Do not mess with me today!
Sergeant Dodds. My office, please.
Take it down a notch.
As you were.
-(indistinct chatter)
-(door closes)
(Mary)
What's all this about a dream?
Oh, well, erm
Yeah, this man
I I don't know
quite how to put this, Ma'am,
but DCI McDonald had a dream
about him last night.
You know, before the first murder.
-Are you serious?
-(Dodds) Yeah.
She Well, she described him
in detail.
From his age,
the colour of his hair,
a pony tail
and even the snake tattoo.
Erm, before Lenny Wood
told us about it.
We need to get
into this dream, Ma'am.
I'd like to know
more about it, and
erm,
there's this interview technique
that I'd I'd like to try.
Have we got time for that?
Well, she won't want to do it,
but it's all we've got.
-Are we really this des
-Yeah. Yeah. Yes.
We really are
that desperate, Ma'am.
Okay. Use my office.
-(Mary) I need to get changed.
-Thank you, Ma'am.
(sighs)
(Mary) DCI McDonald?
-(indistinct chatter)
-(mysterious music playing)
-You went behind my back.
-(Dodds) Well, I'm sorry, Ma'am,
but the stuff
on that board out there
represents a clear
and present danger to life,
so that, in my opinion,
overrides all other
considerations.
Noted.
Excuse me.
-Are we really doing this?
-(Dodds) Yes, Ma'am. We are.
Now, what do you remember?
-From the very beginning.
-(ominous music playing)
Well
I'm standing
at the back of the church.
I'm wearing white.
My dad's there.
Walks me down the aisle.
It's a very sunny day.
Rays of light.
It's all very beautiful.'
The happiest day of my life.
Who's in the congregation?
Well, there was you
Er, family? Friends?
Mm.
No. They were all strangers.
So, the pews, they were
they were full?
There wasn't pews. It was a
Mm.
Rows of chairs.
Three on each side.
(Dodds) Go on.
I walk towards the altar,
and everything goes dark.
Like when the clouds block the sun,
and then the room
tilts to the side.
Who's there? At the altar?
(Lauren)
They've got their back to me.
But the groom and his best man.
And the vicar is facing me.
He looks kind of weird.
Weird? How?
Well, he's very young for a vicar,
and he's doing this
strange gesture.
-Show me.
-Hm.
Hmm.
Hmm.
-What?
-Go on.
Then suddenly, everyone disappears,
and I'm alone in the church.
Apart from my groom.
And he turns around
and it's the man
with the snake tattoo.
Yeah. It's him. It is him.
What is going on?
-What is happening?
-Strangers.
(tense music playing)
Three seats either side
of an aisle.
The vicar,
he wasn't conducting a service.
He was pointing out
the emergency exits.
(gasps)
The vicar was a flight attendant?
The strangers were holidaymakers.
He walked passed me in the aisle
when he was coming out the toilet.
The man with the snake tattoo.
He was on the same flight.
(whispers) Which one?
He's in Bath.
We just need the inbound flight
to Bristol.
This is everyone on flight AV-94
from Athens last night
in alphabetical order.
Every passenger's photo as recorded
at Bristol Airport immigration.
Okay. Let's see them.
Stop!
I think that's him.
Vassilis Giamakis. Greek citizen.
That's him.
Okay, credit card hit.
He is staying
at The Pond in Oldhampton.
Let's go.
(dramatic music playing)
Armed police.
(officer) Put your hands
where we can see them.
Secure!
Get him processed.
It was an anxiety dream.
My boyfriend, erm
asked me to marry him.
Oh, and and you refused?
No, but I didn't say yes.
We were on this, erm
viewpoint thing
overlooking the Pacific,
and the sun was setting, so
he got down on one knee,
told me that he loved me
with everything he's got,
and I I just
I didn't say anything.
I'm not that spontaneous,
Sarge, not
It's okay. It's okay.
I hesitated.
And now he's got the hump, and
I think I'm really tired,
and people are dying,
and I just
I didn't say yes.
I just I just
There, there. There, there. There.
Can you not pat me?
-I'm not a collie.
-(Dodds) Sorry, Ma'am.
Oh, my God.
(breathes shakily, gulps)
The victims, they really need you
to pull yourself together.
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(camera shutter clicks)
(Mary) Start running this
across the internet.
Does it mean something?
Can we trace where he got it?
Anything to tell us
who he really is.
-Ma'am.
-(Mary) Okay.
(sighs) So, what do we know?
Apart from the fact
that he's refused a solicitor.
His passport under the name
of Vassilis Giamakis is fake,
but a high-grade fake.
And we recovered three more
fake passports from his hotel room.
Polish, Turkish, and Armenian.
Oh, the receptionist
at the Pond Hotel
said his English is excellent.
So he can't hide behind that.
(Lee) And we ran his prints
across all three crime scenes.
-No hits.
-(Mary) Okay.
So we can place him
outside the church
just before the first murder.
Let's try and pick up other images
of him around the other two venues.
We're going to need a lot more
than your dream, DCI McDonald.
(Lauren) Mitchell Morrison
Florence Saunders
Hamish McLay. All dead.
Why?
Why all these X's? (inhales deeply)
All these clues for us to find?
-(Dodds) What are you playing at?
-Do you know, Ma'am (sighs)
I don't think this gentleman
understands English.
(Lauren)
We'll have to get a translator in.
Well, Greek? Turkish? Armenian?
That's gonna take time,
especially on a Saturday.
Well, we can hold him for 24 hours.
Then I reckon it'll be easy to get
an extension another for 72,
since he's been travelling
with a fake passport.
Well, basically means
we've got snake boy here
for as long as we need him.
(sighs, slurps)
(sighs)
(cell phone ringing)
Mastigio Fidi Adelfotita
Am I saying that right?
Translates to
"The Whipsnake Brotherhood."
That snake tattoo.
You're Greek mafia.
(tense music playing)
Where I come from,
there's many men with this tattoo.
Yes, but how many
of them are in Bath right now?
We have a witness that puts you
at the scene of the first murder.
And we have this.
I have come here following a client
who owes us money.
My job is to make sure
the client pays us back.
Now, maybe our client killed
all those people, maybe not.
I don't care. Not my business.
I don't belong here.
You really think
we're gonna believe that?
Who are you following?
(snake man sighs)
Well, if I tell you that,
my brothers will never get
their money back.
You know, we can arrest you
for obstructing justice.
If you're telling the truth,
that means that you're protecting
a triple killer.
So maybe you do belong here.
In prison. For a very long time.
We just want our money back.
(exhales)
-I just want a name.
-(snake man sighs)
More than my life's worth.
(Dodds) Ma'am,
shall we just pop out for a second?
Ma'am, could he be telling
the truth?
Because if he is,
then the person he's following
was also on your flight.
(music concludes)
This is everyone on Flight AV-94
from Athens last night
in alphabetical order.
Okay.
Run the names through the database,
see if anything pings.
-(Samuel) Yep.
-See if there's any connections
to any of the victims
or the weddings.
So, snake guy, over there,
claims he was following someone,
but he won't tell us who.
Greek mafia.
So, either him
or the person he's following
suddenly turns
into a wedding serial killer?
Or
(exhales) that's what the killer
wants us to believe.
All these patterns,
all these crosses
and murder weapons
is just a big smokescreen.
(Lauren) Ma'am, look at this.
(Mary) Okay, the city's in panic,
but the suspects in all three cases
are meeting in 30 minutes.
They're forming some
kind of support group
saying we've been wasting time
accusing them
when there's obviously
a multiple killer on the loose.
Well, they're wrong about that,
aren't they?
(Dodds) They are indeed, Ma'am.
Okay. Let's get down there.
-(Dodds) Ms Lang.
-(music concludes)
I always finish an assignment,
Sergeant.
Ah, marvellous.
We were expecting somebody
a little bit more senior, you know.
Well, as you can imagine,
we're a bit stretched today.
So you've got us, I'm afraid.
Yeah,
I've been telling you all along
that this is some kind of
crazed lunatic.
You waste all this time
and resources grilling us,
accusing me
of killing my best friend.
And I knew nothing
about Mitchell and Lilith.
And we had no reason
to kill Florence.
You're right.
All the evidence is pointing us
to a crazed serial killer.
So, the first murder
at 9:46 this morning,
the killer, er, looking
for the opportunity
to kill someone, anyone,
got into the vestry
at St Mary's Church
through the unlocked back door,
and murdered the Reverend Morrison,
he then took the key,
and we found it
with a very obvious X
scratched into it.
At your wedding, Sandra,
the killer
got into the catering van
and applied poison
to one of the cups,
which was then served to Florence.
Erm, this very cup.
There, do you see?
And, er, it's got two
little crosses scratched into it.
And the killing of Hamish McLay
was a random shooting
with pearl-handled revolver.
It's got three X's
etched into the bullet.
One X, two X's, three X's.
Roman numerals, ten, 20, 30.
And the murder weapons,
aluminium, china and pearl.
Tenth, 20th and 30th
wedding anniversaries.
So, this was the work
of a multiple killer,
who not only planned
and executed three murders
with cold precision
But also manipulated
the whole inquiry.
What are you saying?
-Sarge?
-Oh. (chuckles) Sorry, Ma'am.
Erm, so you see, now, this
this cup here,
this is the key that unlocks
the whole scheme.
And it gets us to the truth.
We know the killer
broke into the catering wagon,
adulterated this very cup here
with poison.
And then marked it
with two X's for two reasons.
One was to misdirect us,
get us to think
that this was all the work
of some crazed serial killer.
But there was
another, deeper purpose.
Because when
the appetiser was served,
the murderer would know which
of those was the poison
and ensure that it was placed
in front of Florence Saunders.
The murders of Mitchell Morrison
and Hamish McLay
were random and opportunistic.
But the murder of Florence Saunders
was specific,
deliberate and pre-meditated.
She was always supposed to die.
So, does that mean
one of them did it?
(Lenny) Not one of them
..because I was punched by a bloke.
I was poisoned, too.
Well, maybe you took a small dose,
so we'd rule you out.
Maybe lots of things.
If I did this,
why would I even be here?
Well, because, erm,
all these people, they, er
They believe
that these three murders
are the work of a serial killer.
And it's in your interest,
er, for them and the world and us,
to believe that too.
You knew this man
was following you.
He's Greek mafia, isn't he?
And you knew
that he was following you
because you owed him lots of money.
And you knew about his tattoo,
so you used that
to your advantage
by confusing and deflecting us.
I'm guessing you painted on
the same tattoo
and made sure Lenny here
saw it in the vestry.
(Clive) Maybe you should
look at the obvious explanation.
I don't have
the money to repay them.
So, this is how they punish me,
frame me for three murders.
That guy's your killer, not me.
We have him in custody.
Good. So charge him.
But the problem is I don't have
any evidence against him.
And everything
he's told us about you
suggests that you
killed three people today.
Oh, he said I did this?
It's been a long nightmare
of a day.
Three murders
right under your nose,
and you haven't got a clue.
You're tired and desperate.
But if you had one shred
of physical evidence,
you'd have me in cuffs.
Why would I kill Florence?
(Mary) Revenge.
Twenty-one years ago,
Florence was responsible
for the death of Kirsten Lewis
your fiancée.
The crash that killed her,
it wasn't you driving, was it?
It was Florence.
Had she been drinking?
Is that why you took the blame?
Do you think this
is what she would have wanted?
Three people dead?
Is that her legacy?
Legacy?
Are you kidding me?
I need to go, plane to catch.
(Mary) We've cancelled your ticket.
Did you kill your sister?
I'd just lost Kirsten.
I didn't wanna lose my sister too,
so I told the police I was driving.
Six months later,
Florence started drinking again,
and I had to leave the country.
And then Florence is in love,
she's getting married.
She's happy.
Here I am, burdened with debt.
Flo had cash.
If I framed Vassilis,
I could get the cash,
clear my debt
and get them off my back.
So where's my legacy?
Well, it's this.
Nothing but this.
Two innocent people,
and my daughter-in-law.
Ma'am.
(Paul) This is Paul Watt,
signing off, and what can I say?
Three confirmed fatalities
and three different weddings.
On a day when we were supposed
to be celebrating love
and lifelong companionship.
I guess I should play something
poignant and emotional,
but sometimes,
when you are left asking yourself,
"Where is the hope?"
'maybe silence is the only answer.
Good night.'
(camera clicks)
You and her?
You know (exhales)
we had the first three months
of a, like, relationship in
three minutes.
Is that a good thing?
I don't know.
Do you ever wonder
where the hope is, Sarge?
Oh, yeah, I do. I do.
More and more.
-And?
-Well
all we have is tomorrow.
(gentle music playing)
So, I'm gonna amble down
to the Sun Rising,
sink a couple of pints
of Old Peculiar
with a packet of salt and vinegar,
and lose badly again at darts
to Brian Watson,
and then walk home
and count my legs.
-If not my money.
-Sounds quite nice.
There you go.
-Night-night, Ma'am.
-Night-night, Sarge.
The answer's yes. (laughs)
(theme music playing)
(music concludes)