♪ (VANES WHOOSH) (DOOR CLOSES) ♪ (LAUGHTER AND CHATTER) There was a line of people behind me.

I'm looking through the door, she stands up... (LAUGHTER CONTINUES) I'm looking through the door, she is stood here... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) (LAUGHTER) ♪ (SIGHS) (INHALES) (CAR DOOR CLOSES) ♪ ♪ (SIREN WAILS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Ah, Miss Venables.

Mr. Mallors.

Evening, all!

(CHEERING) Max, the usual for me.

And tonight it is five minutes to happy hour.

And I want you all to know... (LAUGHTER AND CHATTER) (SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) ♪ (DOOR OPENS) Elena!

I've warned you before about dallying.

♪ (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) ♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ELLA: Something smells good.

RIDLEY: It is good.

It's a pity you won't be around to eat it.

You want me to blow out of a hot date to stay in and have lunch with my dad?

Does this hot date have a name?

His name is Owen.

I met him online.

He's a drummer in a band.

Is he?

You know what drummers are, don't you?

What?

Somebody who hangs about with musicians.

(SIGHS) He's going to think I'm trying to seduce him.

That's the idea, isn't it?

Dad!

It was different in my day.

You know, you went into a pub, saw a girl, you know, offered to buy her a drink.

If she said yes, you were in.

You shared a bag of chips on the bus home from Allerton.

Your mother was a cheap date.

I was after a man in uniform, but the bus driver was taken.

(RIDLEY CHUCKLES) Anyway, this Owen, he should count himself lucky.

I won't be late.

Drive carefully, love, 'cause the roads are still icy out there, yeah?

(DOOR CLOSES) She seems keen.

Online dating, yeah.

I hope he lives up to his profile.

Let's just hope he doesn't have a profile like yours.

(BOTH CHUCKLE) So, I hope you're not hungry, 'cause this is gonna take a while, you know?

Makes a nice change.

What, me in the kitchen?

You and me home alone.

Hmm.

Remember that boat Jackie Daniels was selling?

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

I think we should buy it.

What?

But it's falling apart.

It's rotting in the yard.

Yeah, but we could restore it together.

Come on!

It'd be an adventure.

Yeah?

Yeah?

(CHUCKLES) ♪ (MUTTERS) (PHONE RINGS) Carol.

(SIREN WAILS) ♪ So you two found the body?

Yes, that's right.

Yeah.

And where were you two?

Down the road.

GOODWIN: Carol called you, then?

Yeah.

Female fatality.

I've given her clearance to bring you in.

Rolling contract.

Need-to-know basis.

Oh, well, it's good to know where we stand.

One of the engineers found the body under the turbine over there.

Some of the details are particularly disturbing.

We could do with your take on things.

A seasoned perspective.

Oh?

Is that what they're calling it these days?

I've been summoned back to brief the Super.

Good to have you back on the team.

Yeah.

Keeps me out of trouble.

Carol!

Thank you.

Unidentified female.

Mid to late 20s.

My gut instinct says that you need to be in on this one.

OK.

Thanks.

And how long's she been down there?

Well, she was hidden in peat, which would have slowed down the rate of decomposition.

What about an educated guess, Wendy?

Days, weeks possibly, but I will need to do some tests.

Blunt force trauma injury, back of the head.

What about these lacerations on her heels?

NEWSTONE: It suggests she was killed somewhere else and then dumped here.

FARMAN: We'll get someone to check the footpath for shoe treads.

Any sign of a weapon?

Anything that might lead us to an ID?

No bag.

No phone.

We're still sifting the immediate area for evidence.

What about this tattoo?

Distinctive design.

I'll get the pictures sent over.

You might want to have a look at these.

RIDLEY: Yeah?

They were found hidden next to the body.

Suggests this wasn't a random act of violence.

Some kind of personal connection.

We'll get the flowers ID'd back at the lab.

Thanks.

Sorry to interrupt.

The wind-farm CEO has just arrived.

Harry Graylish.

Wants to speak to whoever's in charge.

We're pretty much done here.

Thanks.

Can you get on to misper, see if anyone flags up that fits her description, yeah?

Right, boss.

Thanks, mate.

Somebody must be missing this girl.

There's not much I can tell you at this stage, Mr. Graylish.

It's the body of a woman and inquiries are continuing.

Well, I've spoken to the foreman.

None of the crew reported seeing anything suspicious.

Do the turbines have CCTV?

It's satellite webcam surveillance.

It's run remotely from head office.

OK. We'll need access to that footage.

I'll get someone to send it over.

What about on-site security?

Uh, maintenance would have done a routine sweep.

Most of the turbines are fairly remote.

Pretty much look after themselves.

So anyone could have had access?

Public right of way.

We'll need to speak to those maintenance personnel.

None of my crew had anything to do with this.

Just routine inquiries.

Just to make sure there's nothing we've missed.

Well, if this site is shut down, I'll lose money.

A woman has been murdered, Mr. Graylish.

Yeah.

We'll do everything we can to get things back up and running for you.

I'll go tell the crew they've been furloughed.

♪ (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) Yes, young man!

Tire tracks.

Follows the path right through there.

I found it.

Yeah, I see that.

Has there been a murder, then?

You know, I'm not obliged to tell you that.

It puts me in mind of that unsolved Jane Doe case.

Fuerte Viento Wind Farm, Atacama Desert.

Oh, puts you in mind, does it?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not familiar with that case, sadly.

Evidence pointed to extraterrestrials.

Body was, like, covered in radioactive sand.

It were mental.

Right, OK. That's it.

Come on.

Just get your bike and get out of here.

Come on.

(ENGINE STARTS) That anyone we should be talking to?

No.

Just some kid with time on his hands.

There's some interesting tire tracks up there, though.

We'll get someone to check it out.

What about Graylish?

He didn't like us talking to his workers.

Well, I think we should run background checks on all his turbine workers.

Temporary, contractual.

See if there's any previous on any of them.

I've been thinking about those flowers that were left at the crime scene.

Could be pointing to someone with narcissistic tendencies.

DARREN: Boss!

Forensics found this on the footpath.

Looks like a staff ID card.

Gabriela Baldoni.

Palace Hotel.

I know the manager, James Mallors.

He used to be a regular at the club.

The sooner we get over there.

See what he says.

(CHUCKLES) If it isn't the singing detective!

Perfect timing for a lunchtime aperitif.

Sadly, this is not a social call.

DI Farman, Copelton police.

We're here about a member of your staff.

Gabriela Baldoni.

I'm afraid you're out of luck.

She's recently left the hotel's employment.

When was this?

A couple of weeks ago.

A disagreement with the housekeeper.

Is Gabriela in some kind of trouble?

This was Gabriela's room.

We haven't got round to replacing her yet.

We've had a few difficulties recruiting staff.

And all of this stuff, was this all hers?

I think it's fair to say she left in a hurry.

How long had she been working here for?

We took her on at the beginning of the summer.

Her contract was extended for conference season.

Can you tell me about the disagreement you had?

She'd been out that afternoon and came back late for her evening shift.

It wasn't the first time, either.

What day was this?

Friday before last.

Her shift should have started at seven.

And where had she been?

(SCOFFS) What the staff get up to outside of working hours is none of my concern.

How did she seem?

Perhaps a little flustered.

Upset about something.

And yet you gave her the sack all the same.

I gave her notice.

She'd had several warnings.

Packed her bags and left there and then.

Who did Gabriela share with?

Elena.

Another reluctant chambermaid.

She'll need to be told.

How well did you know Gabriela?

Well, as well as any of the housekeeping staff.

A good manager always keeps his distance.

Yes.

Of course.

And did you see her the night that she left?

Not that I remember.

Well, we were busy that weekend.

Three-day conference.

It's the only way to keep the rooms full out of season.

Yeah.

Did Gabriela socialize with any of these guests in particular?

The hotel bar's out of bounds.

There are certain rules for live-in staff.

I see.

No, thanks.

But that wasn't the reason why she was dismissed, was it?

(SIGHS) Gabriela could be rather headstrong.

Sangue caldo.

Hot-blooded.

Miss Venables had exacting standards.

So you knew her well enough, then.

Listen, Ridley, if this comes back to bite us, a murder to contend with, business is slow enough as it is.

I know.

I'll do what I can to keep it in check.

I was under the impression that you were retired.

Yeah.

They just want my input on this case.

You know, a consultancy basis, that sort of thing.

Best to keep busy after everything that happened.

Yeah.

So everybody keeps telling me.

We should catch up over a drink.

If ever you need to talk.

Thanks, but I think this is gonna keep me busy for a while.

♪ Scanned copies of her passport and resident's permit.

What about her mobile number?

We would have had it somewhere on her records.

I don't suppose you have a contact for a next of kin, do you?

With live-in staff, there was never a need to ask for one.

It's just we'll need a member of the hotel staff to identify the body.

Well, if there's really no one else...

I'll get an officer to bag up the rest of her things.

Thanks.

So how long had you been Gabriela's roommate?

A few months.

All the cleaners have to share.

So you must have known her pretty well, then.

I wouldn't say we were friends.

Did she ever tell you that she was being followed or harassed, or that she was concerned about her safety?

Not that I remember.

What about her social life?

We don't get much time off.

No.

So you wouldn't necessarily know what she was doing between shifts?

I know she was seeing someone.

Someone with money.

Gabriela liked to think she was better than the rest of us.

She thought cleaning rooms was beneath her.

RIDLEY: Mm-hm.

And do we have a name for this man, this someone?

Uh-uh.

Maybe he was married.

They usually are.

So when did you find out that she'd left?

Not until I'd finished my shift that night.

I think the housekeeper told me.

And didn't you think that was strange, that Gabriela just disappeared like that?

Of course I was worried.

I sent her messages.

I didn't hear back for a few days but then... then she sent me a reply to tell me she'd gone back home.

Do you have that message?

Thanks.

And where exactly is home?

Somewhere near Rome.

That's all I know.

DARREN: Go back to the statements again.

Find something what can give us a lead.

Yeah, a couple of minutes.

Ridley, that fella you were talking to at the crime scene this morning, Kit McKellen.

Uniform gave us a heads-up.

He fancies himself as a crime vigilante.

Oh.

He's been cautioned for wasting police time.

Right.

Well, let's run a routine background check, see if anything flags up.

Absolutely.

OK, team, Gabriela Baldoni, an Italian migrant, worked as a chambermaid at the Palace Hotel.

The body was found on Brackenbed Moor Wind Farm in the early hours of this morning.

The site is owned and managed by Graylish Enterprises.

We've taken statements from all the key workers.

Nothing that gives us any leads.

What about those tire tracks up the top lane?

Off-road radial treads.

We're looking at some kind of camper van.

That moor is a magnet for happy campers.

They drive up there for the view.

We'll run an ANPR search, see if it throws up anything.

In the meantime, let's stick to what we do know.

Gabriela was last seen alive two weeks ago on the evening of Friday the 16th, the same evening that she was sacked from her job as a cleaner after an altercation with the housekeeper.

She used her keycard to get into her room at 7:21 p.m. We've also got footage of her leaving the hotel with a suitcase.

CCTV's in the service entrance.

FARMAN: That's the last known sighting of Gabriela alive.

We know that she left the hotel between shifts that afternoon.

Where she went to is a mystery, but I am convinced that it'll have some bearing on her subsequent disappearance.

What about her phone records?

Pay-as-you-go burner.

We're still trying to trace her call history.

She sent a text to her roommate Elena Mondelo a few days after she disappeared saying that she'd gone home to Italy.

So either she was lying... or someone was covering their back.

Elena told us that Gabriela was seeing someone but claims to not know his name.

Maybe that's what's got her into trouble.

Somebody must remember that tattoo on her shoulder.

We'll get it in the press release and get it signed off, see if anyone comes forward.

(PHONE BUZZES) In the meantime, let's focus on the night she disappeared.

FARMAN: Yeah.

I want a team over to Sowerton, a public appeal for information.

Darren, do the rounds with her picture.

Bus stops, cafes, local CCTV.

And please be mindful of the nature of the crime.

We need to tread carefully with this one.

Try and keep him on a tight leash.

Hmm.

The fatality was due to an intracranial hemorrhage.

Two linear fractures to the base of the skull.

FARMAN: Any thoughts on a murder weapon?

Hammer.

Crowbar.

Something solid and heavy.

These lesions on her neck were also telling.

I'd wager they resulted from a choke hold.

Asphyxiation caused by strangling.

Petechial hemorrhages, pinpoint collections of blood in the skin.

Which gives the offender a measure of power and control.

So, at first, he tries to strangle her... She puts up a fight.

The bruises on her arm are defense wounds.

And then he bludgeons her from behind with some force.

A violent, spontaneous outburst.

We took scrapings from under her fingernails.

If there's anything there, we'll build a DNA profile, run it against the database.

Any crime scene evidence we should know about?

Navy-blue fibers.

Cotton-polyester mix.

Hoodie.

Sweatshirt.

Chances are her assailant was wearing it.

What about those flowers?

Amaranths, forget-me-nots, and bellflowers.

They grow wild up on the moor, meadow, woodland.

Purple columbine, the emblem of deceived lovers.

Any thoughts on a timeline for the murder?

Well, from analysis of the postmortem changes, I'd say she's been buried there between ten and 14 days.

Are you sure about that?

Level of postmortem staining, extent of decomposition, I'm pretty certain, yes.

Well, then.

She couldn't have sent that text.

Gabriela was already dead.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES) ♪ I heard they found a body.

A young woman.

Dumped near one of the turbines.

Have they any idea who she is?

Well, if they know, they're not telling.

Kids upstairs?

Only just gone up.

♪ Kit on computer: Hey, guys, this is Night Jar bringing you another "Kill List" exclusive.

The woman has been named as Gabriela Baldoni, a migrant Italian hotel worker.

I was there at the scene of the crime when the body was discovered.

First-hand eyewitness account.

Those pictures don't tell us much, Doom Dog.

I can only say at this stage that I'm working in close partnership with a detective from the UK police.

Look, you know the rules.

No police allowed.

This one's retired.

Ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.

Watch this space, people.

Big revelations are coming.

(WEATHER FORECAST ON RADIO) Jack!

Shoes!

Now!

Right.

I'm gonna be late tonight, love.

I'm still chasing some leads on this murder case.

The girl from the wind farm?

Yeah.

Goodwin's organized a press call.

Hopefully that'll do something to put people's mind at ease.

Phone.

I left my phone charging here last night.

(SIGHS) Thank you.

There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.

Jack, come on, mate.

OK. Can we talk about it tonight?

I want us to have another baby.

Jack!

Car!

Now.

OK... You really pick your moments, don't you?

I've been thinking about this for a while.

And you didn't think that it might be worth mentioning to me?

You're never here, Carol.

We always said we'd have more.

It's been 14 years, Geri.

Something always came up.

There was always a reason to wait.

How is that my fault?

You're Jack's birth mum.

So?

Since when has that ever mattered?

We're both his mum!

I did a home test.

Wow.

I'm still ovulating.

Who's gonna look after the baby?

Who is gonna put in the extra hours?

I am rushed off my feet as it is.

I get paid for maternity leave.

Either that or I can work part time.

And with the extra coming in from your promotion, we'll manage.

OK.

So you've got this all worked out, then.

I can't do this on my own, Carol.

What about Jack?

I mean, have you thought about him?

Yeah.

He'd have a brother, a sister.

A proper family.

What exactly are we?!

I didn't mean it like that.

I thought you were happy.

I am happy.

I just want something for me.

I can't deal with you right now.

We'll talk about this tonight.

Jack!

Car!

Now!

Come on.

I'll book in some time at the station, shall I?

See you.

Bye, love.

(DOOR CLOSES) Uh, boss.

Yes?

I pulled up Gabriela's profile on social media.

Yeah.

Certainly gets around.

Let me show you.

Local clubs, bars.

A regular Cinders, by the look of things.

All right.

Well, work your way through her timeline, messages, new posts, anyone she friended.

See if anyone jumps out.

Well, she's a member of a Facebook group-- Sowerton Snooker Club.

Bit of a fixture, by all accounts.

Good work.

Yeah.

I knew Gabriela.

She'd been a regular in here for months.

Knocked me for six when I heard she were dead.

Word certainly gets around quick.

One of the porters must have told me.

One of the porters from the Palace Hotel?

A lot of the staff drop in after their shifts.

Cheap drinks, late license.

Popular, was she?

Plenty of punters who'd buy her a drink.

I'm assuming these punters were men.

Let's just say she knew how to play 'em.

We think she might have been seeing someone.

Maybe one of your regulars?

If she was, she didn't tell me.

When was the last time you saw Gabriela?

Must have been a couple of weeks ago.

She dropped in between shifts.

What time was that?

Would have been around half 5.

And did you speak to her at all?

Didn't have too much to say for herself.

Nursing an orange juice.

Head in her phone.

So she was waiting for someone?

She sat on her own for an hour.

Or more.

If she was, they never showed up.

Sign me in, Simon, will you?

You've got a visitor.

That chat with the hotel employees, I'm guessing it didn't throw up any new leads.

Have you been following me?

I've been discussing the case on the forum.

What forum is that?

The "Kill List."

A true-crime internet community.

Armchair detectives?

A worldwide coalition of web sleuths.

Right.

Kit, isn't it?

Yeah.

I told you, Kit, to stay out of this.

But the tattoo on her shoulder, the design is known as a jelica, traditionally associated with the Balkan region.

Croatia, Bosnia, Albania.

Just thought it might help.

Right.

OK.

I'll give you that.

Information management.

It's the future of crime-solving.

Oh?

We should pool our resources, make up a team.

Do you reckon?

Yeah.

These Copelton coppers are stuck in the Stone Age.

(LAUGHS) Right.

Oh, right.

Thanks, Sue.

♪ We've narrowed down Gabriela's movements on the day that she disappeared.

She spent an hour in between shifts at the local snooker club.

Anything else?

She went there to meet someone, but apparently they never turned up.

What about her next of kin?

Any progress?

(KNOCK ON DOOR) Yeah.

Well, we checked in with the Italian police, but so far, her name hasn't yielded any matches.

That's because she wasn't Italian.

SIM card template.

Recovered from a rubbish bin in her hotel room.

Telefonit Albania.

Those documents were forgeries.

Gabriela Baldoni didn't exist.

(SIGHS) ♪ I'm afraid Mr. Mallors is indisposed.

Perhaps I can help?

Yes.

Those documents that you gave us.

We had them checked over by a fraud team.

Gabriela Baldoni was employed here under bogus ID.

It wouldn't have been her real name, and it's essential that we establish a proper identity.

Her references were good.

We hired her through a reputable agency.

I've no doubt you carried out all the relevant checks.

If you're trying to imply that the management was somehow culpable...

Knowingly employing illegal migrant workers can carry a custodial sentence.

We just want to solve this murder.

So, have you any idea who she really is?

She walked in off the street.

Wanted to know if we had any vacancies.

And you just took her on, no questions asked?

All the big hotels are in on it.

It suits them to turn a blind eye.

You're exploiting these workers.

They're grafting for a pittance.

I gave those girls some polish, an air of respectability.

Put a bit of spit on a dirty little scam is what you did.

What about the manager?

Did he turn a blind eye too?

Mr. Mallors is easily led.

Sees a pretty girl, loses all sense of perspective.

And where is Mr. Mallors?

He called me earlier to inform me he's under the weather.

He won't be in for a couple of days.

So he keeps his head down while you take the flak?

We're going to have to speak to Elena Mondelo again.

ELENA: She told me she grew up in Berat, Albania.

FARMAN: Is that where you knew her from?

I came here from Romania.

First time I met her was sharing that room.

Did she ever tell you her real name?

It's better if you don't ask those questions.

Working here illegally, Elena, is a very serious crime.

Are you going to arrest me?

It depends on what you're prepared to tell us and whether you can help us find the name of our victim.

It's easy enough to get the papers if you know the right people.

800 for a passport.

Another 300 for a National Insurance number.

We need the names of those people who gave you the false ID.

He's not a man you want to mess with.

We just want to find out who killed her, Elena.

His name is Stewart.

Stewart Daley.

And where can we find him?

He drinks in the snooker club.

It's where he likes to do business.

DARREN: Get that back entrance covered as soon as possible!

You take the right.

FARMAN: Jenna... Stewart Daley.

One of your regulars.

Not seen him in a while.

Funny, we heard this was a regular home-from-home.

A great place to tout for business.

Did Stewart ever discuss his line of work with you?

Not with me.

No.

That's just as well, then, isn't it?

All clear.

What's he supposed to have done?

We need to question him in relation to Gabriela's murder.

Yeah.

Well, if he does show his face, I'll make sure you hear about it.

She stays here!

♪ (TOILET FLUSHES) ♪ Nowhere to run, Stewart.

FARMAN: Gabriela Baldoni.

Regular face at the snooker club.

I'd seen her around.

You gave her a fake ID and pointed her towards the Palace Hotel.

Sorry, you've lost me.

We also have a statement from Elena Mondelo, who is also a chambermaid at the Palace Hotel, who says she gave you £1,100 for a similar fraudulent ID.

Jenna Noble claims that you rented that office.

She thought it was a legitimate business.

If that's what she told you.

If she's involved in procuring you potential clients, she's looking at a five-year stretch.

Only a matter of time before she speaks to us.

When she does, you get back to me.

FARMAN: Friday before last, Stewart, can you recount to me your movements that night?

Um...

I would have dropped in the club, had a few pints.

Did you see Gabriela that night?

Don't remember.

FARMAN: These pictures were posted on her social media.

Now, if she was working here illegally, she should have been keeping her head down.

You seriously think I killed her?

I always looked out for my girls.

Hmm.

Except if they stepped out of line.

We know all about that assault charge.

That was a misunderstanding.

RIDLEY: I'll tell you what I think, Stewart.

I think you're a small-time hustler, you've got a nice little scam going here.

You get your kicks out of knocking your girlfriend about.

But you're out of your depth.

Because this time one of your girls has got murdered.

I never laid a finger on her.

Listen, Stewart, it is not looking good for you.

You're going to have to give us something more than that.

Jenna introduced us to Gabriela at the club.

Said that she needed false papers.

FARMAN: OK. And you were the one to fix her up?

It's a small price to pay for a better life.

RIDLEY: Oh.

Proper bleeding heart there, mate.

FARMAN: Do you know Gabriela's real name?

I didn't ask.

All I needed was the money and a photograph.

♪ FARMAN: Mmm.

We ran Stewart Daley's DNA against the samples that we found at the crime scene.

Results were inconclusive.

What, so nothing to connect him with the murder at all?

Well, maybe we could charge him with forging documents, you know, bang him up in the cell for the night.

If those women were working under false ID, it just feels like we're gonna be back exactly where we started.

We'll find out who she really is.

Thank you, Elliot.

That was delicious.

Thank you.

Hmm.

That background check on Kit McKellen.

He was sectioned when he was a teenager.

Mental health issues.

He was diagnosed with severe OCD.

Oh, right.

Well, that explains why he's so obsessed with the case.

Well, it doesn't help you've been indulging him, does it?

Yeah.

Well, I've told him to back off.

How's the boat going?

Oh, good, yeah.

Good, good.

Just looking for a new engine.

Is it keeping you busy?

Apart from the splinters and the backache, it's great!

(CHUCKLES) Hey, maybe I could get our Jack to head over and give you a hand.

Might drag him away from that Xbox that he's been chained to.

I wouldn't say no to an extra pair of hands.

How's things going at home?

Fine.

Why do you ask?

You don't seem to be in much of a rush to get back there.

Hmm.

Geri and I had a bit of a bust-up.

Nothing too serious, I hope.

She wants to have another baby.

Don't get me wrong.

It's something we'd always talked about, planned on.

It just...

It never really happened.

It never seemed like the right time.

And I take it that you're not too enamored with the idea.

I know I'm too old for nappies and sleepless nights.

And this job is taking up all my time and... (SIGHS) I don't need another child to validate my existence.

Hmm.

Have you said any of this to Geri?

No.

Maybe you should.

Hmm.

You're right.

I should go.

I'll get this.

Cheers, boss.

Yeah.

See you later.

Yeah.

(DOOR CLOSES) Geri?

Jack?

(DOOR CLOSES) (FOOTSTEPS) She went to Grandad's.

Said she was stopping for a night or two.

Seriously?

She left us a casserole.

♪ (TYPES) ♪ Hi, Wendy.

Gabriela's DNA genome.

Has the test come back?

Yes.

The genetic pattern suggests her ancestry is southern Eastern European, more specifically, the Balkan Peninsula.

Well, that would tie in with the jelica tattoo.

We can narrow down a person's genetic community, but it's just a small door, an imperfect guide.

Gabriela's postmortem report's been leaked.

Who did you send it to?

The usual suspects.

Police, CPS, and the Coroner's Office.

The Coroner's Office.

Thank you.

That's all I need.

♪ Kit!

Can I have a word?

Yeah.

Yeah, no worries.

Gabriela's postmortem report made its way onto that internet chatroom, and we know... that you have access to the file.

I need some trophy points.

Trophy points?

Yeah.

12,000 hits and counting.

I even got a slot on this evening's podcast.

Kit, that's classified intelligence.

On another day, I could arrest you for that.

Postmortems are usually riddled with errors.

Pathologists make assumptions, take short cuts.

Dr. Newstone does not take short cuts.

Maybe there's something she missed.

Here, look.

I always start with a description and location of the body and then work my way outwards in concentric circles.

An eight-digit algorithm based on the location at each homicide, the victim's gender, method of killing.

It's a proven way-- Stop.

Stop.

Look, Kit...

I know that you've had... mental health issues.

I know that.

Been checking up on me?

Yeah.

It'd be remiss of me if I didn't, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Finding the pieces and solving the puzzle, I can get a bit fixated.

Yeah.

Well, you can see how that might get you into trouble, can't you?

Yeah.

My mum died when I was eight.

Suicide.

She would have been around the same age as Gabriela.

The lack of any motive, flowers at the crime scene.

I...

I guess I felt some sort of connection.

Gabriela was working here illegally.

We think she's probably Albanian.

So that means my hunch might be right, then?

(KIT LAUGHS) I could run it past the group, that Albanian connection, see if there's any matches-- And where exactly would these matches come from?

A missing persons resource page.

Search and flyer distribution notices, family appeals, social media.

Thanks for the offer.

But if we're ever going to solve this crime, it'll probably be down to good old-fashioned detective work.

Now off you go.

Yeah.

I should get back.

(PHONE RINGS) Hi.

RIDLEY: Yeah?

We got hold of Gabriela's phone records.

Three calls to the same mobile the day she was murdered.

Have you got a name?

Harry's out on a grouse shoot.

Should be due back any minute.

You didn't think of cancelling, given the circumstances?

These are clients who paid for the privilege.

It's business.

The weekend before last, what was your husband up to?

We had house guests.

Some friends.

They arrived late afternoon on the Friday and left after breakfast on the Monday.

You didn't leave the house at all?

I think we went for a walk.

To the pub in the village.

We're going to need a list of those guests and any relevant contact information for them.

Whatever for?

Your husband's been implicated in a murder inquiry.

Harry had nothing to do with it.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES) They'll be expecting lunch.

FARMAN: We identified the woman we found on your wind farm.

She went by the name of Gabriela Baldoni.

The name doesn't ring any bells.

Really?

She made three calls to your mobile phone the day she died.

Gabriela and I had been seeing each other.

It was just a fling.

How long had this been going on for?

A few months.

I had recently ended it.

Any particular reason?

It was getting too heavy.

I've a family to think about.

Of course, yeah.

Did you see her the day she died?

No.

She called me that Friday afternoon.

She wanted to meet in the snooker club.

To talk, she said.

We had a houseful of guests.

I couldn't get away.

What did she wanna talk about?

(SIGHS) She...she couldn't accept that I'd ended things.

She even threatened to tell Debs.

And the next day, she wound up dead on your wind farm.

Look, if I'd known it was her when I spoke to you, I...

Her name was mentioned in a public appeal, what, you didn't fancy coming forward then?

You can see how I would have been compromised!

It would help our inquiry if you came down to the station.

Voluntary interview.

Just to rule yourself out.

(SIGHS) I'll, um...

I'll go get changed.

Debs cannot find out about this.

I think that's probably the least of your worries, Mr. Graylish.

Right, darling.

They've just got a few questions.

I won't be long.

There's nothing to worry about.

(KISSES) All right.

Nothing to worry about.

He's been caught with his plus fours down.

♪ Hmm!

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