*CREDITS*
Oh, am I glad to see you.
Dzien dobry.
I knew the boys were planning something stupid
but err, you know I didn't think they were gonna
leave me here all night.
Let's have a look.
See what we have here, okay.
We'll have you out in two shakes of a jiffy.
Let me see, err, I think we have the right thing here.
It's got, just, err...
Okay.
Let me see.
Oh, my fee, it is, err, £180.
You're having a laugh, aren't you?
I ain't got that kind of money.
Oh, okay.
You don't have to pay.
What a nuisance.
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
You can't leave me here!
Just watch.
The path is closed!
There's been an accident.
Police, I need the police.
I feel like I should propose again seeing it all
went so wrong the first time.
It didn't go wrong, I said yes.
I just hate that Smallbone ruined our moment.
No.
We'll have other moments.
What if he disrupts the wedding?
Firstly I think Glenn will have found him,
long before then, and secondly...
I'm not prepared to live in fear.
I want to marry you.
I want to be happy.
Alvin Smallbone does not get a say in that.
When do you want to tell people we're engaged?
Soon.
But not yet.
I like it just been ours for now.
It hurts.
You don't have a rash or a fever,
and you've eaten all your breakfast.
You can go to school.
This isn't like him.
He might be coming down with something.
He's faking it. I should know.
Even, if he is faking it, there must be a reason.
- He has a spelling test today. - Ah, right.
That'll be Roy.
Well, see you later.
Have a good day alright, see you later.
- Bye, kids. - Any forensics on the pram?
Nah, sorry. It's clean so far.
I still think it was Smallbone.
How can you be so sure?
Well, I never told you this,
but one of Sandy's bracelets went missing just
as we were moving house.
You sure it's not just lost?
No. It was definitely taken.
You know as well as I do right, Smallbone is...
is all about brute force.
We're talking about the guy that broke
Larry Brooker's fingers, right.
If he was in your house, he would have smashed the place up.
Somebody took it. That much I do know.
Look, we're keeping all lines of enquiry open.
- That's my line. - Yeah, I know.
That's why I said it.
Listen, I have got this, alright, old timer?
Okay.
Oh, wait. God, do you know what's crazy?
We've been so caught up in this Smallbone situation that,
well, I never chance to congratulate you.
- For what? - Cleo's pregnancy!
Oh, thanks.
Listen, I am so happy for you guys.
Thank you.
Any other new info, keep me posted, yeah.
Thank you.
Roy.
It's a male, 50s, there's no ID,
there's no obvious injuries,
it was found at first light by a park ranger.
Did it rain last night?
No, I don't think so.
Then why's he sopping wet?
Look at the bloating. His colour.
He looks like a drowning, doesn't he?
If he drowned, he didn't do it all the way up here.
Well, assuming somebody transported the body in a car,
it's still a 15-minute walk from the car park to here.
That's a long way to carry a dead body.
Detective Superintendent Roy Grace,
This is Detective Inspector Glenn Branson.
You must be Mr. Whitlock.
Err, yes, yes, sorry.
Must have been a nasty shock.
Sometimes you find dead sheep,
it's not nice but it's to be expected.
- Nothing like this. - There you go.
Could you describe your morning to us?
It was the usual.
Out before dawn.
I walk the paths, make sure everything's safe and in order,
check no one's camping or making fires.
And... then there he was, just lying there.
- Do you want a cup of tea? - No.
Did you pass anyone as you were walking?
A man in the car park.
He was leaving as I was parking up.
I thought it was a bit odd because he'd have been
walking out here in the dark.
Can you describe him?
Erm, average height.
Dark hair, sort of slicked back.
Oh, and he was wearing a suit.
- A suit? - Yeah.
Black, with a white shirt.
Seemed cheerful enough, said "Good morning" as we passed.
- I think he was Northern. - Thank you.
Thank you for your help.
- Hey. - Hello.
Can I get an... express service on that, please.
Yeah, sure.
Gentleman's black waistcoat.
I'll just get you a ticket.
I've taken his prints but nothing has come back.
He hadn't eaten in days, he had poor personal hygiene.
Must have neglected himself for a while.
So, what do you reckon, unhoused?
I didn't find any of the opportunistic infection
that might be common in someone who's living rough,
no scabies, ringworm or impetigo.
But we did find evidence of alcohol related liver disease.
Your instincts were correct.
He did die from drowning,
but not in water.
Samples of the fluid have been sent for further analysis,
but I'm confident it's milk.
Milk?
What, an agricultural accident?
He could be an undocumented migrant,
who's working illegally.
Dies, and the farmer dumps his body to cover it up?
If you're trying to cover up a death,
why dump him in an open space like Wooding Beacon?
It seems quite risky, doesn't it?
Also the witness description doesn't sound
- like your typical farmer. - That's true.
And who wears a suit to dispose of a body?
That is how it's done.
Alright, watch this, it's gonna go in in one.
- Ready? - Yeah, you can do it.
- You can. - Ooh!
Okay, heads up.
This morning, we discovered the body of an unidentified male
at the top of Wooding Beacon.
I believe this was a deposition site,
not the primary crime scene
because the body was soaking wet,
pathology have confirmed that he died from drowning in milk.
Yeah.
Nothing from fingerprints,
so while we wait for DNA, I want checks on incident logs,
missing persons reports, dental records.
Someone must be wondering what happened to him.
The victim might have been a seasonal farm worker,
so let's ask around the farms, talk to the gang masters,
see if anyone recognises him.
There's a map here
with 31 farms marked on it, so let's try
and divide them up, yeah.
Well, I'll take all the farms to the West.
And I'll take the ones to the East.
Remember to bring your wellies.
We also need to trace a man with a Northern accent,
seen leaving the area, dressed in a black suit.
And we're setting up a visible police community office
in Wooding Beacon to trace any more witnesses,
but we also need to trace all cars that were in that car park.
And finally, I want checks on all CCTV
and ANPR from the immediate area.
Right. Let's go.
Yes, I think it is a better placement for her,
that's right.
Erm, thank you very much. Yeah, glad to help.
Just one?
East Sussex Children's Protection,
this is Tommy Adeoye, how can I help you?
Hey there, my name is Alan Little.
I'm a teacher at Kemptown Primary.
I was wanted to follow up on one of my children.
And what's the child's name?
Lulu Hurst. She's seven years old.
And you say you've called before, Mr. Little?
Back in March. Lulu has been coming
to school saying she hasn't had breakfast,
and her clothes are dirty.
I thought you'd have assessed her by now.
Err, I'm sorry but I can't seem to find her on my system.
That's unbelievable.
There's a small child at risk of harm.
I can assure you, Mr. Little...
Why haven't you got the file?
- Why can't you find it? - We are doing our best.
This is just incompetence.
Erm, if you give me Lulu's address,
I'll check on her as soon as I can.
Yeah, I hope so.
Boss. Sorry results on the fluid sample from the lungs
of our unknown male.
I'll call you back.
- Sheep's milk? - Hmm, yeah.
Higher in milk solids and A-two proteins,
has got more medium chain fatty acids
and smaller fat globules than cow's milk.
It's erm, it's creamier basically.
Bella and Norman are wasting their time looking at cows.
We need to find sheep farms.
Sheep farms.
Okay, there's one here,
which is a mile away from where the body was found.
Susan?
Do you have large milk tanks on the premises?
Big enough for someone to fall into?
I suppose you could fall in to them if you really tried,
but it wouldn't be easy.
This is where the milk's made into cheese.
You can see for yourself, you can't fall in,
you'd have to climb in deliberately.
And I'd presume you'd notice.
The tank is constantly checked.
We'd notice an entire human.
Has anyone ordered a large quantity of milk recently?
Not exactly.
Hello?
I had two of these churns.
But someone came and stole the other one a few nights ago.
They took it and filled it with about a hundred litres of milk.
Did anyone see who did it?
We've got him on CCTV. He's a bit odd.
See what I mean?
Just a bit weird.
A man in a black suit.
Hello?
Hello, it's Tommy Adeoye, from Children's protection.
Is anyone there?
Hello, Lulu, my names Tommy Adeoye.
He was found around 5:00 A.M. by stage hands
who arrived early to unload scenery.
Did they recognise him?
No, but they did say that anyone can access this area.
Tommy Adeoye. A social worker.
East Sussex Children's protection.
Multiple puncture wounds, in the limbs, in the torso.
Attacked by a gang?
Only if they all used identical weapons.
What kind of knife are we talking about?
I'll be able to tell you more
once I've had a chance to examine his body more closely.
With so many injuries you'd think he'd bled out on the spot.
But there's no blood on the ground.
Okay, so killed somewhere else, and then dumped here.
It's a big risk dumping a body in such a busy place.
I mean...
especially right in front of that CCTV.
It's brazen.
A bit like dumping a body at the top of Wooding Beacon.
There you are.
I asked for a brew.
It is a brew.
A cold brew. Try it, you might like it.
Just checking, you didn't want sheep's milk with that? That your other girlfriend?
_
No, that's what the burner phones for.
Answer it, she clearly wants to speak to yer.
Hello. Yeah, speaking.
No that dates not gonna work for me.
Yeah, well, I'm up to my eyeballs with work right now.
Yeah.
Look, the best I can do is I'll check my calendar
and then I'll get back to you.
Yeah, absolutely. Mm-hmm, sure. Okay, alright.
Bye. Bye. Bye.
Who was that?
Mobile phone company.
Begging for an upgrade, I mean...
- Right. - They don't bloody stop, do they?
Well, your hiding something, and you know I'll find out.
Impossible.
They've all being paid off.
Not everything has to be a joke, Norman.
When you're ready, I'm here.
There's another body.
Oh, best not let it get cold.
I'm not done with you yet.
Cop hold of that.
Any progress on the unknown male?
No hits on our DNA database, no misper reports that match.
We're still waiting on dental records.
Okay.
Earlier today, we attended a fatal stabbing.
Tommy Adeoye was a social worker.
He may have been attacked by more than one person.
His body was dumped behind Brighton Dome.
Nick, can you follow up with Tommy's office
his last movements, any cases he might have been covering.
He was still wearing his lanyard,
he may have been working at the time of the attack.
I want CCTV coverage of the Dome
and the whole surrounding area.
I need to know how Tommy's body
was dumped next to the Pavilion.
Right, well, there's good coverage around there
because of the drugs and anti-socials.
I'll have some news for you by lunch.
STARNBERG COMMUNE, MUNICH
People have been asking why you keep vanishing.
Bruno has been missing you.
Did you find what you were looking for on your travels?
Who says I was looking for anything?
When you first arrived here,
you told us you needed a place to raise your son
and to not ask questions about the past.
We respected that and welcomed you in.
But recently you've had this look in your eye, Alessandra,
like the past has found you here.
Clearly you are not at peace.
I've made too many mistakes to ever be at peace.
Sandy Christina Grace.
The wound pattern is very confusing.
They're all very deep but not ragged,
and if you look at his hands,
you'll see there's no defence injuries.
So was he unconscious before he was stabbed?
- Or already dead? - He was definitely alive.
He was virtually exsanguinated
and you don't bleed like that if your heart isn't beating.
He was alive but not moving.
- So, why didn't he fight back? - I'm not sure.
There's multiple entry and exit wounds.
But it wasn't a frenzied attack.
The wounds are deliberate, but their positioning is so random.
He must have been immobilised but there's no bruising
to suggest restraints or ropes.
The blade was narrow and pointed, very long.
A sword?
Most swords are wide and flat.
He could have been killed with a rapier.
I can buy a rapier online right now.
Ceremonial, antique, decorative, cosplay.
You name it.
It's not a good murder weapon though, is it?
Hard to conceal,
difficult to maintain the element of surprise.
It's not the kind of thing
you have lying around your house either.
The killings are different
but the post mortem behaviour is similar,
the choice of public dump sites.
You think they're connected?
They're complicated, ridiculously high risk.
The killer would have had to go to a lot of trouble
to plan them out.
Why? To show us how clever he is?
I think there'll be a bigger reason than that.
They're haven't gone for ease or convenience.
Both murders seem designed to send a message.
Yeah, but who is the message meant for?
Let's make some money, boys.
- Hello. - Sir.
Hands off the table please, sir.
I remember you.
Do you, sir? Have you been here before then?
No, no. I remember you from the telly.
Seems very unlikely.
I've got a really good memory for faces.
I have a very ordinary face.
No, you were on TV, I'm absolutely positive.
I'm absolutely positive I'd remember if I was.
Stand or hit?
I don't know, hit.
See you later.
Okay. Thanks, Norman.
Glenn, you're gonna want to see this.
CCTV from the Dome.
That's got to be Tommy's body in the case.
He knows exactly where the cameras are.
He must have wheeled the body right across
the middle of Brighton.
Norman, check all the CCTV from the surrounding area
we need to identify his route to the Dome.
Here's Tommy's desk.
Did he have any enemies?
You know, clients that were angry or upset with him?
He was lovely. Most people don't last long.
They get compassion fatigue.
But not Tommy. He had enough love for everyone.
You okay? Do you need a minute?
No.
I wanna help.
Are you sure?
Okay.
I'm just looking for anything that shows me
Tommy's appointments on the day.
Okay.
Yeah, what can you tell me about... Lulu Hurst?
Nothing.
Looks like Tommy opened a new file on her that morning.
Surely no child lives here.
What the hell?
This box was left for us to find at the scene
where we now believe Tommy Adeoye was killed.
It's been sent for testing
but as it seems to have been left on purpose,
I don't think we'll find any fingerprints or fibres.
Well, Lulu Hurst, the young girl supposedly at risk,
doesn't exist.
I checked with Kemptown Primary
and they have no child of that name enrolled there.
So, then I asked if I could speak to the teacher
who called in the referral.
- Alan Little? - He doesn't exist, either.
I called every nursery, primary, and secondary,
public and private.
No Lulu Hurst. No Mr. Little.
Well, can we trace the call?
Well, the number was withheld, but the call was recorded.
East Sussex Children's Protection.
This is Tommy Adeoye. How can I help you?
Hey, there. My name is Alan Little.
I'm a teacher at Kemptown Primary.
I wanted to follow up on one of my children.
And what's the child's name?
Lulu Hurst.
Well, the park ranger said the man
he spoke to had a northern accent.
Right, so he leaves the box behind,
and now we've got his voice on tape.
Did he know he was being recorded?
Yeah, yeah, it's made clear that all calls are recorded.
Why would you leave a trail of crumbs like this
unless you wanna get caught?
We've got a match on dental records for the drowning.
His name is Clyde Graves. We have an address.
Did he live alone?
Tenancy's in his name only.
Ugh. Do you smell that?
Ugh.
Looks like we have found the scene of the crime
for Clyde Graves.
Get forensics here now.
Boss.
This is the intel so far on Clyde Graves.
I, err, I spoke with a PCSO who had dealt with him
on a number of occasions.
His life was pretty chaotic.
Next of kin?
No. Parents have passed.
This was on the floor, behind the sofa.
- Both boxes are the same? - Identical.
Both reproductions of antique puzzle boxes.
Nineteenth century. Originally made in Japan.
Popular amusements at the time, apparently.
Let me guess... they're available online.
By the hundreds.
Churned out in a factory in Shenzhen.
Device placed inside the box, pretty straightforward.
When the lid flipped open, device was triggered
and a dose was dispersed through the air.
Dose of what?
Waiting on the lab for results.
Harry Houdini did a famous escape from a milk churn.
It was filled with water, he was handcuffed, put inside.
And the audience would hold their breath
while he tried to escape.
Well, how did he get out then?
Well, the milk churn was impossible to open
from the outside
but actually easy to push open from the inside.
Well, it wasn't easy for
Clyde Graves to push the lid open.
So what do we think? It was a trick gone wrong or...?
Can you crouch down for me?
Sorry?
Can you crouch down for me?
As if you were in a box.
Yep, okay...
Now, neither Tommy nor Clyde had any marks on their wrists.
There was no evidence to suggest they were handcuffed or tied up.
I don't think this was a trick gone wrong.
They were never meant to escape.
What are you doing?
See how the random wound pattern suddenly makes sense
if he's crouched down, trapped inside a box.
Yeah.
He can't move or defend himself.
Magic sword trick.
So, the CCTV thing I was telling you about,
I ordered it.
Basically, this is where the first camera will be,
by the front door, another camera here,
which covers the driveway,
two more cameras round the side, and then one at the back.
They detect even slightest movement.
We will get notifications on our phones,
because there's an app.
And then what?
Well, then there's a panic button, one in the kitchen,
one in our bedroom.
This is madness!
I told you, I'm not living in fear.
Jumping out my skin every time a cat walks by.
Well, it's just precautionary. Wouldn't be forever.
We're not doing it!
CCTV will give us a false sense of security.
You think you're in control
because you're watching everything, but it's...
an illusion.
There... there is no control.
Okay.
Just extra security, that's all.
Yeah.
Take me through this again.
Roy was always working.
I felt abandoned, and...
I was angry.
And then I realised I was pregnant,
and I didn't know who the father was.
When you're in a dark place, you do things you're not proud of.
I had nowhere to turn.
It was too much.
So I vanished.
It was easier to disappear than confront the truth.
Then Bruno started asking who his father was,
and I didn't have the answers.
That is why you went back.
I saw Roy.
He's expecting a baby.
He looked happy, in a way I've never seen before.
So I couldn't tell him.
Sounds like they have all moved on.
You are the only one still holding on to the past.
It's not as simple as that.
Someone saw me while I was there.
Right, I've checked all the CCTV
footage from Cranstock Street,
Dexton Road, and Arnholt Street, and there's nothing.
No sign of a fella in a black suit with a suitcase.
That's impossible.
Well, I showed the screen grab to every shop keeper in the area
and no one has seen him.
I'm telling you, he did not walk down those streets.
Well, what about taxis?
Did someone drop him off?
No, there was no drop-offs. I've checked.
Right, so, what, he appears out of nowhere
at the Dome with the body?
Yeah!
Like magic.
Exactly.
What if making a drowned body appear at the top
of Wooding Beacon was a magic trick?
What if making a body appear in the centre
of the busiest part of the city was another magic trick?
It's only a trick until you know how it's done.
There's gonna be an obvious solution.
Norman, go back to the Dome.
Retrace all the approach routes.
We must be missing something.
We need to check out all the local magicians, magic acts.
See if Clyde and Tommy had any links to that community.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, what?
Everything that's happened has been meticulously planned.
Who would have the means
and the motive to orchestrate something on this scale?
We are watching a performance.
DI Branson. Yeah, one sec.
DS Bella Moy.
What the hell's going on?
How did you get this number?
Detective Superintendent Grace.
The guy you're looking for,
my ex-husband used to know him.
They liked day drinking in Russell Square
but they had a falling out over money.
How did you get this number?
I want the £10,000.
What £10,000?
Well, for the tip.
What are you talking about?
The murder of Clyde Graves!
Where are all these calls coming from?
- Hey, hey, hey, look. Boss. - _
- When did this appear? - Err, three minutes ago.
It's being forwarded and shared all over Brighton.
We never sanctioned this.
Why's our number on there?
Who's responsible for this?
It's a local firm. E. Weisz Rubbish Removal?
How did they get the names of the victims?
Social media's rife with speculation.
Call them. Tell them they are jeopardising
a police investigation.
I have tried. It's just ringing. No one's picking up.
Norman, Bella, go down there. Tell them in person.
My pleasure. No one can resist this face.
Let me do the talking.
Are you sure this is the right address?
Yeah, I'm sure. Oh, what, you don't believe me?
I'm double checking.
Look, this is the exact location that it says on the website.
Apparently, we are at E. Weisz Rubbish Removals.
Well, they don't exist, then.
Absolute waste of time. More smoke and mirrors.
Yeah, but we must have been sent here for a reason.
Lab reports are back. Toxicology have confirmed
that both boxes have traces of a powder containing
powerful barbiturates.
It's gonna take 'em a while to identify all the compounds, sir.
So, this powder, if blown directly into your face,
would it be strong enough to render you unconscious?
I believe so.
Which would enable you to put someone into a milk churn
or a box without a struggle.
The rubbish removal firm doesn't exist.
Why am I not surprised?
Yeah, the firm doesn't exist, but the ad and the website do,
and they've both been paid for.
- By who? - Alan Little.
The primary school teacher who also didn't exist.
But he used a real credit card to pay for the ad.
I got the details,
and it's registered to an address that does exist.
Let's get a warrant for that address.
Oh, what?
I guess we're taking the stairs, then.
Yep.
I want this flat taken apart
DNA swabs, the works.
Anything that gets us closer
to the real identity of Alan Little.
This address, it's a hoax.
Alan Little is a hoax.
Even the bloody broken lift was a hoax.
Well, that's the message, isn't it?
Nothing is real. Don't trust anything you see.
Morning. Okay, so...
The flat where we found the dummy was rented for the week.
Let me guess... by Alan Little.
Same credit card as the ad, yeah.
Clyde Graves had a shoebox of mementoes under his bed.
This was in there.
Wow. Can't believe that used to be him.
He had a double act with a magician called
Cedric Mervielle for a bit.
Worked the cruise ships and theatre circuit.
But then Cedric went solo
and hit the big-time with an escapology trick.
Welcome... to The Incinerator.
This box, airtight and cannot be opened from the inside.
This gas is highly flammable.
I will be secured with chains and locks inside the box.
And I've got two minutes to escape.
Okay, so usual thing. Straightjacket,
handcuffs, shackles, into the box,
lid bolted on.
And the gas and countdown timer start.
And two minutes later...
Turn the gas off! Turn the gas off!
Boys, quick! There's a fire!
Fire, fire, fire extinguisher! Quickly, quickly, quickly!
Can't find any TV appearances after this one.
He kind of fades away.
Yeah, but did you notice his look?
The suit.
It's what the park ranger described.
He works at the casino now.
Nice work, Bella.
Let's go and find Cedric Mervielle.
Hey, you. What's up?
The school called and said Sammy's been complaining
of a stomach ache all morning.
They wanna send him home.
- What, now? - I can't pick him up.
We're massively short staffed here as it is.
Sister...
Right, I'll, err... I'll go get him in a bit.
- Can you do that? - Yeah, yeah, it's all covered.
Amazing, thanks.
Listen, dinner, homework.
I'll take care of it. Right, bye-bye.
All okay?
Yeah, Yeah. Err, family life.
Got it all under control.
You used to work here, didn't you?
Yeah, I was a bouncer for a good few years.
- What was it like? - Depressing.
I watched people come in with high hopes
and leave with absolutely nothing.
Hello, Cedric.
Detective Superintendent Grace.
This is Detective Inspector Branson.
Plain old Graham these days.
Haven't seen one of them in years.
Where did you find it?
At the home of a murder victim.
- Who? - Clyde Graves.
When was the last time you saw him?
Last time I saw Clyde? 20 years ago, at least.
We only worked together briefly.
What happened?
A good magician pays close attention to all the details.
Escapology is dangerous.
If your partner doesn't do his job properly, you could die.
Did Clyde put your life in danger?
I used to do a version of Houdini's milk-churn escape.
He didn't fasten the lid correctly,
and it got stuck for real.
Took him three minutes to work out
I wasn't getting out without help.
What, so you held your breath for three minutes?
Yeah. I thought I was gonna drown onstage.
So I didn't work with him again.
Clyde was drowned in a milk churn.
Let's talk through here.
Listen, I haven't performed in decades.
Why stop? I mean you was on prime-time TV.
You were famous.
I had one great escape, which was The Incinerator.
And I was selling out all my shows up and down the country.
Then the TV people approached me.
Thanks.
I jumped at the chance but that was my fatal mistake,
because once everyone sat down with their tea
that Saturday night to watch the escape,
they didn't have to buy a ticket to see it in a theatre.
That TV show, it ended my career.
Couldn't you invent another escape?
I'm a showman. I perform. I can't invent the escapes.
That's another skill entirely.
Where did you get The Incinerator from then?
I bought it cheap from another magician.
I didn't have the money for another.
I couldn't sell The Incinerator, either,
so it were over.
Did you know a, err, Tommy Adeoye?
- No. - Are you sure?
Take another look.
No.
Well, you spoke to him.
East Sussex Children's Protection.
This is Tommy Adeoye. How can I help you?
Hey, there. My name is Alan Little.
I'm a teacher at Kemptown Primary.
I wanted to follow up on one of my children.
And what's the child's name?
Lulu Hurst.
That's not my voice.
Sounds like you.
It's an impersonation.
He's pretending to be me, but it's fake, I promise you.
Well, thanks for your time.
Do you believe him, the impersonation story?
No, but we can't arrest him.
- It's all circumstantial. - Yeah.
I'll see if we can link him to Tommy Adeoye.
Yeah.
And check his phone's location history.
I wanna know if he's been anywhere near Wych Cross Farm,
Clyde's flat, the trap house, or the Dome.
Yeah.
So, this'll be the last time you'll see me for a while.
How long will you be gone for then?
Long enough to make plans.
What've you got in the works?
In the works?
I've got unfinished business, mate,
with the man who cost me everything:
my relationship, my liberty, and my reputation.
That cannot stand.
Do you have a minute, sir?
Yes, come in.
I just wanted to ask your permission to access the CCTV
around the station.
It's to see if Alvin Smallbone's been in the vicinity.
Is that likely?
Roy's in a new house.
Smallbone would've had to have followed him home.
You think that it was Smallbone who lit the pram?
Yeah, well, in view of his recent threats, yeah.
Grace has been here a long time.
I'm sure there's more than one person holds
a grudge against him.
Possibly, but, err,
Smallbone's the only active threat that we're aware of.
Sure. I'll obtain the footage for you.
- Hello - Hello?
- Hi, Auntie, it's Glenn. - Oh, Glenn.
Yeah, I need you to, erm... one second, sorry.
There's something we need to see.
I'm so sorry.
I've promised Ari I'd go and pick up Sammy from school.
He's, err... he's not well.
Right, no. You go.
Hi, Auntie. Yeah, I need a huge favour.
It's been wiped clean, not a single print...
That thing is creepy, isn't it?
I keep waiting for it to jump up and strangle me.
It's all handmade.
You can see here there's a pretty simple mechanism
to control the eyes and the mouth.
There's also a label stuck inside...
which I believe is the maker's mark.
Lubos Sterba.
Let's find out who that is.
"Yes, boss."
- Hi, Auntie. Thanks. - Hello.
Dad, I thought you were staying with me.
I've gotta get back to work, mate, okay? Come on.
No, Sammy, look.
Auntie's gonna take good care of you.
I promise you, alright? Look, I won't be long.
- Go on. - Come on, Sammy.
Alright, then. Come along.
Lubos Sterba specialises in making
magic tricks and apparatus.
He also makes puppets.
And we showed him a picture of the dummy.
He recognised it immediately.
He said the dummy was called Alan Little.
- Who did he sell it to? - Alan Whitlock.
So, the dummy's Little Alan,
I mean, you can see what he did there.
Glenn, the park ranger who found Clyde Graves's body,
wasn't he called Alan Whitlock?
Err, yeah. Hold on.
Yeah, Alan Whitlock. He's the one
who told us about the man in the black suit.
He set the ball rolling.
We need to find him.
He gave an address when he gave his statement.
Who knows if it's even real.
Houdini's real name was Erik Weisz.
E. Weisz Rubbish Removals.
This looks like a lifetime dedicated to illusion
and misdirections.
Lulu Hurst.
That's the name of the abused girl that Tommy couldn't find.
Boss! He's here.
Get down on the ground! put your arms behind your head!
Get down on the ground!
So, you're not really a park ranger, then?
What the eye sees the mind believes.
You saw a park ranger...
But I was looking at a murderer.
You don't look well.
I'm dying of cancer.
The pain keeps me awake at night.
What type of cancer?
Melanoma.
It's a gift from my father.
It, err, starts so very small, and then...
it's like magic... it's everywhere.
Is that why you decided to kill Clyde and Tommy?
Because you're running out of time?
What did they do to you?
Oh, that's like asking a magician to reveal his secrets,
don't you think?
Okay. I've heard enough.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder
of Clyde Graves and Tommy Adeoye.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence,
if you do not mention when questioned,
something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say, may be given in evidence.
Ohh!
Sir?
Yes, ambulance!
His bathroom is full of sleeping tablets and painkillers.
Let's get them across to the lab.
I'm guessing he mixed those into the powder
he used to subdue his victims.
Something's not right.
Alan would've seen the police cars,
but he still walked straight towards us.
Well, he was surrounded. I mean, where could he go?
Yeah, but why would he give himself up so easily?
After he planned everything so carefully!
Unless he didn't give himself up.
Who was the officer that went with him?
Err, Evans.
We need to find out where that ambulance is.
Hey!
Come back here! Hey!
So, I've updated PNC and ANPR
and applied for authority to track Whitlock's bank account.
There's an all points warning out for him,
but I'm guessing he's gonna wanna lay low.
Look, he prepared this disappearance carefully.
Unless he makes a mistake,
our only option is to get ahead of his next move.
Well, he faked the seizure, so he might be lying
about the cancer, as well.
I wanna see all his medical records.
I'll get a warrant.
Grace.
First Smallbone, then John Nash,
and now Alan Whitlock has slipped through your fingers.
I'm doing everything I can to find him.
If once is a mistake and twice is unfortunate,
what does that make this?
A trend? A habit?
I will find Alan Whitlock, sir.
Right now, we're examining every inch of his house
and digging into his history...
I want you to contact the Argus and launch a public appeal.
With respect, The Argus has traditionally
done more harm than good to my enquiries.
You need to rebuild your relationship with the press.
Kevin Spinella has gone.
Clearly, you need help.
Will that be all?
So, who are we meeting?
- Spinella Mark Two? - Siobhan Sheldrake.
She seemed nice enough on the phone.
Are you giving her the benefit of the doubt already?
Well, that's your call. You'll be her point of contact.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Consider it part of your SIO training.
Thank you, guys.
If you can stay behind for a photo, that'd be great.
Thanks, guys.
Hi. I'm Siobhan. It's lovely to meet you.
Pleased to meet you, too.
I'm sure you know about my history with your colleague.
Never my colleague. He was already in prison
when I took his place.
Right, so you'll appreciate
why we're gonna need some ground rules.
Of course.
Right, so any tips or leads
that you receive as a result of this meeting
remain confidential.
You inform us first. Okay? We investigate it, not you.
Understood.
And, err, don't give Alan Whitlock a silly name,
like The Escape Artist...
Or, err, The Murdering Magician.
Exactly!
Well, it was good to meet you.
Wait. I have a ground rule for you guys, too.
- Go on. - I get everything first.
Give me a head start on the nationals.
Well, err, this goes well, don't see why not.
- Okay. - Alright. Nice one.
DI Branson.
Yeah, hold on. Just give me a second, please.
Never seen a house with this many doors.
Most of them are fake. They don't even open.
Have you found anything...
to link Alan Whitlock to Clyde Graves and Tommy Adeoye?
Not yet, but I did find out
that Alan Whitlock inherited this house
after his father died.
A lot of this stuff belonged to his dad.
So he must have grown up here.
Surrounded by magic.
Okay. Yeah, no, great.
Thank you. I appreciate it. Bye-bye.
It seems like Whitlock recorded every performance
until 2004.
And after that, nothing.
Siobhan found this in the Argus archives.
It's also from 2004.
"Community leaders have appealed for calm
after a night of violence
forced homeowners Alan Whitlock and Clyde Graves
to flee their house on Beckensdale Road
after it was attacked 11:00 p.m. on Tuesday night,
by a group of residents."
So Alan and Clyde were a couple?
Yeah, it would seem so.
The trap house was on Beckensdale Road.
Yeah.
So maybe Alan sent Tommy there for a reason.
If he lost everything in 2004,
maybe Tommy was a part of that.
We need to find out why.
That's the missing piece.
- There you go, sir. - Thank you.
Do you think he will say anything... the man who saw you?
Cassian?
Probably not, but it's complicated.
For a while, I thought he was Bruno's father.
And your husband never found out?
What happened between us was a long time ago.
One thing I do know is that Cassian is selfish.
He only reveals something when he stands to gain.
We think there might be a connection between Tommy Adeoye
and an Alan Whitlock, a Clyde Graves.
Do either of those names mean anything to you?
No.
Can we see Tommy's case files from 2004?
Oh, this system only goes back to 2009.
But... come with me.
Right. Over here, I think.
So those are all Tommy's cases?
For 2004, yeah.
Alan Whitlock. Clyde Graves.
So Clyde Graves and Alan Whitlock
fostered a child called Roman,
and Clyde accused Whitlock of sexually abusing him.
Tommy investigated. No evidence found, case dropped.
But the foster placement was ended and Roman was removed.
Where is Roman now?
Mm, he's over 18, so he's no longer under our supervision.
Can we keep hold of these?
Do you remember the graffiti at the trap house?
Yeah. "Pedo out."
That must have been what the article was about.
I mean, they were forced out of their home.
Yeah, the community were judge and jury.
They made their own minds up.
Ah, back then, homophobia would have been a bigger factor.
A gay couple fostering was new
and lots of people would've had a problem with it.
Yeah, look, Clyde tried to retract his statement
after the attacks.
Would've been too late. That kind of allegation sticks.
People say there's no smoke without fire.
So Clyde's lie was the spark that started it all.
Clyde Graves was in a relationship with Alan Whitlock.
They fostered a child called Roman.
Now, Roman has aged out of the system,
but we are trying to find him... urgently.
The complaints were made in 2004.
That's the same year that Alan Whitlock gave up magic.
Oh. No more children's parties.
Yeah, and if all the memorabilia in his house was anything
to go by, his career was really starting to take off.
Graham True said that he bought The Incinerator
from another magician.
What if... What if that was Alan Whitlock?
Graham True and Alan Whitlock both
had motives to kill Clyde Graves.
Both magicians, both masters of deception.
Think about it.
If Whitlock really is terminally ill,
how did he carry Graves' body to the top of the beacon?
How did he move Tommy Adeoye all by himself?
With help. A double act?
Yeah, but Graham True's location data
suggested he was nowhere near the dumpsites.
Well, his phone wasn't, but he might've been.
We're on it.
Where's Graham True?
Err, he went on a break. He hasn't come back yet.
Package for Cedric Melveille.
Alan?
Aah!
Boss.
Graham True isn't at his house. We don't know where he is.
What about the location data we requested for his phone?
Does it tell us anything about his usual movements?
Erm... he only seems to go to the casino
and this street near his house.
What's there?
It's right on the seafront.
Looks like a row of garages.
Bloody nuisance!
Oh, my God.
Bozhe moi.
Do you reckon Whitlock killed him
'cause we were getting too close?
Or was he another victim, just like Clyde and Tommy?
I don't know, but if Graham True
wasn't his accomplice, then who is?
Grace.
Okay, thanks.
Someone's broken into Lubos Sterba's workshop
and stolen an escape trick he was building.
It was Alan Whitlock. I have no doubt.
He is the only one who can get past my security.
What did Whitlock steal exactly?
Oh, I was building it for a Saudi prince
who wanted to show off for his 21st birthday party.
An electric chair.
How did Whitlock know about the commission?
I-I do not know.
These illusions are closely guarded secrets.
Err, you want?
- No. Thank you. - Okay.
I think Whitlock is the Saudi prince, Lubos.
- These are his designs. - Mm.
Can you tell us everything you know about Alan Whitlock?
A great magician,
but his private life was a mess.
Alan and Clyde, they fought all the time.
The whole reason they fostered that boy
was to try to mend their relationship.
But then Alan, he met Jason Peterson, and, err...
he fell in love.
And that's when Clyde called the police.
He was so bitter, so angry.
He just wanted to destroy him.
So he make up the abuse.
It was a grotesque illusion, but people believe it.
- He must have been furious. - He was!
When Clyde admitted he had made up everything up,
Alan think that the police would clear his name.
But they did not.
So his windows were smashed, his walls were sprayed.
He wanted justice,
and he got nothing.
Can you think of any reason why Alan might want to hurt you?
Oh...
I was, erm, building a design for Alan.
Bloody nuisance.
Err, it was called The Incinerator.
We think it make him very famous.
But after all the accusations,
err, the work for Alan, it dried up,
so I offered to sell it for him.
I tried to get a good price,
but Alan, he say it is not good enough.
- The buyer was Graham True? - Yes.
I tried to make him understand that Graham is the only buyer.
But he is angry with me, and, err...
our friendship, it come to an end.
Graham True died today...
in The Incinerator.
Oh.
Whitlock rigged it so there was no escape.
Lubos, do you have anywhere you could stay? Friends or family?
So you... you think he will come for me, too?
What Lubos Sterba told us...
Graham True was a victim, not Whitlock's accomplice.
I've been looking into Roman Parker,
the kid who was fostered.
He has an impressive history of offending.
Drugs, theft, burglary, assault,
starting from the age of 9.
I spoke to a custody sergeant who knows him pretty well,
and he said Roman is very clever,
but very damaged and angry.
Did you find him?
He vanished six months ago.
No arrests. No known address.
Right, well, could he be the one that's helping Whitlock?
He's lost his home and his family, too.
- I'll keep looking for him. - Okay.
In the meantime, we need to look for other possible victims.
Whitlock's stolen an electric chair, so we should assume
that he intends to use that next.
Whitlock's neighbours led attacks at his home.
He's lived on that street for years.
He would have known these people well before they turned on him.
They're at risk, certainly. Who else?
I've tracked down Jason Peterson,
the man Alan left Clyde for in the early 2000s.
He's now a curator at the Pavilion.
- Good morning. - Jason Peterson?
Our relationship was so brief.
It hardly seems worth a grudge.
It was over 20 years ago.
So, what happened between you and Alan?
Erm, well, we met at one of his shows.
And, err, I had, err,
volunteered to shackle him before one of his escapes.
And then he found me afterwards and offered me a drink
and we ended up just talking all night. I mean...
How long were you together?
Err... couple of months maybe?
I mean, it wasn't anything serious.
You think...
You think he wants to come after me now?
I mean, that doesn't make any sense.
Err, DS Moy?
We'll protect you until he's found.
Okay?
Oh. Yeah. Thank you.
Yeah. Right.
Yes.
Finally got hold of Whitlock's medical records.
Do you really think he's lying about having cancer?
Well, everything so far has been an illusion.
I'd like to see what's real and what isn't.
It's all medical jargon and...
Wait! There's the biopsy results.
Stage IV. It's everywhere. It's all over his body.
Those are the drugs we found in his house.
It looks legit. He's dying.
Erm, sorry. Erm...
I can see you have this corridor secure,
but I was wondering if you'd considered the tunnels
as a possible point of access?
- Tunnels? - Yes.
There are tunnels under the Pavilion.
The Prince Regent had them built
so he could move around the grounds without public scrutiny.
Where do they go?
Oh, well, I could show you.
Glenn?
Glenn.
Six months ago,
Jason Peterson was listed as Alan Whitlock's next of kin.
- Six months ago. - That doesn't make any sense.
He told us they broke up 20 years ago.
He's lying.
Bella.
Where does this go?
Oh, err...
where there are some service areas,
and, well, it's just access
to different parts of the Pavilion, really.
It's just this way.
She's not picking up.
PC Croft. Acknowledge. Over.
PC Croft, sir. Over.
Do you have eyes on DS Moy?
DS Moy has gone to secure the tunnels under the building.
- Is she alone? - No.
She went with Jason Peterson.
Boss?
Jason Peterson has taken Bella.
What? Why? She had nothing to do with it.
No, Bella didn't, personally... but the police did.
Alan's going after everyone that was involved.
Any one of us could have been his next victim.
This is an urgent call. Acknowledge. Over.
DS Moy?
Well, what are we waiting for?!
No! No! No!
Norman, you're no use to any of us
if you lose control.
I need you to focus.
I need you to find where the tunnels exit.
Focus. Do it.
Well, get going then!
Requesting backup at the Pavilion!
Does that lead to the street?
Yeah. Right behind the Dome.
The Dome?
Is it all connected?
Yes, it's ready.
Did you remember to set all the timers?
I've turned it on. Exactly as the diagram showed.
You need to go, Jason, before this starts.
She's coming to.
Here we are then.
Listen, Alan, err...
No, no, no, no.
Let's begin. No more talking.
Okay.
Off you go.
Okay.
DS Potting, patch me through to the Royal Pavilion.
I need to speak to your site manager now.
Norman! What have you got?
Right, I know how he was able to move Tommy's body
without us seeing.
The tunnel exits at the Dome.
Look for a concealed entrance.
Okay. I'm on it.
I need you to cover the exit of the Dome, okay?
- Go! - Yes, sir. On it.
Glenn!
- He's alive. - And Bella?
No sign!
- The exit's covered. - Stay with him.
Boss.
Welcome, gentlemen.
So, we can begin.
Shit!
A series of timers, each one delivering a shock
worse than the last, but the, erm...
the final shock is painless.
After all, a stopped heart feels nothing.
If you leave, she dies.
I will hit this switch and deliver a fatal shock.
If you close your eyes, she dies.
If you turn away, she dies.
Am I making myself clear?
Am I making myself clear?!
Yes!
Oh, were... were...
were you thinking you're gonna save her?
Oh, well.
"So near, but yet so far," as they say.
What's it feel like, to watch and do nothing?
'Cause that's what you do, isn't it?
You see suffering, like...
like the horrors I was subjected to,
and you turn away.
Well, this time, you can't.
You will witness the consequences of your actions.
You will be accountable.
And this time, you can believe your eyes.
Her agony is real, her pain is real.
What does he mean by, "So near, yet so far"?
Where is she near?
Definitely not in this building.
There's something behind her. A yellow window?
On with the show.
Right, okay. What the hell is happening?
She's not here. Err, it's a trap.
Alan's broadcasting a feed of Bella
and we don't know where she is.
We're running out of time, man.
I'm, err... I'm so sorry.
- So sorry. - No.
Move!
Shush. Shush.
I know. It's alright.
It's just... It's just pain.
It will be over soon.
Shush.
Wait.
Stop! Stop!
The music... I can... I can hear it through his feed!
And on your phone. It's near you somewhere!
Where? Nick?!
He said, "So near, yet so far."
"Near. "Near." "Near" could mean the station.
Yeah, well, you're gonna have to narrow it down, dickhead!
Err, it's... It's a derelict building.
- Erm... - There's a yellow window.
Yellow windows! There's yellow windows, Norman.
Can you seen them?
Got it!
Alan! Alan!
Alan!
Alan! Oh!
Out of time. You made me do this.
Bella!
- No. No. No. No, no, no! - Stop! Stop! Please!
I'd rather die a murderer than a paedophile.
Please! Please! Alan. Alan.
You... You don't need to do this!
It's too late.
Norman! Norman!
It's okay. Let's get you safe.
It's okay. You're okay. You're safe.
Come here.
I'm here.
I thought I'd lost you.
I couldn't bear that.
You took your bloody time!
Alan Whitlock! Come out!
Stay where you are, Mr. Whitlock.
Don't come any further.
Given your prognosis,
I shouldn't think you'll make it to trial.
But Jason will.
Do you think he had no choice?
Do you think I coerced him?
Or hypnotised him?
We were in love, but we were surrounded by hate.
People threw bricks at our windows.
Painted slurs on our walls.
When I was diagnosed and I mentioned revenge,
he wondered why it had taken me so long.
Well, he's going to prison for a very long time.
Oh, we'll see. He knows all my tricks.
Hey.
What's going on, buddy?
Look, I'm...
I'm worried about you.
Worried about all these tummy aches
you keep getting at school.
You know Daddy's a detective, right?
A really good detective.
And it's my job to find out what's really going on.
I'm sick.
No. You're not.
You're not, are you?
Look, mate, are you... Are you being bullied?
No.
Okay.
Do you not like your teacher then?
- I like her. - Alright.
If you don't tell me what's going on,
I can't make it better, can I?
Hmm? Come here.
Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?
Don't go away.
Who said I was leaving?
Is that what all the tummy aches have been about?
Sammi, look at me.
Mate, I'm not going anywhere.
I promise.
Mwah. Love you. Alright?
When I saw Roy, I realised...
if I face him,
I'll no longer be the missing wife...
the mystery.
I'd be the villain who put her husband through hell.
Well, sometimes a lie is more painful than the truth.
What would you do?
If in a moment of weakness you created something
that grew until you couldn't take it back.
I can't change what I've done to my parents, my friends, Cassian.
Roy.
I'd rather they think I'm dead
than let them know what I've done.
So you have to choose a new life,
the same way your husband is.
And they said there was no way he could do it,
so that was the end of that.
Hey. Got some very good news.
I had pictures of the pram sent to charity shops,
and a witness has come forward saying they remember selling it
to someone matching Smallbone's description.
Ah. Good work. I knew it was him.
What are you two gossiping about, eh?
Nothing.
Actually, I think now might be
a good time to tell you...
that I asked Cleo to marry me.
Yes!
- Congratulations! - Thank you.
Mwah!
And I want you to be my best man.
100%.
It'd be an honour, man.
Okay, so your first job
is to stop Norman singing at the wedding.
Oh, done!
And we'd love to have you guys over for dinner
sometime to celebrate.
- That'll be lovely. - Yeah.
I wanna get some tips on how you juggle this family/work thing.
Yeah. Well, I'll, err...
I'll teach you all that I know.
Aah!
Oh!
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