01x02 - A Death in the Family

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It's very kind of you, Slade, but I really
don't need you to hold my hand.

Hey, I'm only tagging along for moral
support.

I used to bank here.

Used to?

Yeah, I put my overdraft elsewhere.

Listen, if you can get the loan,
you can buy me lunch.

Good morning, Miss Turner.

Where's Mr. Spencer?

I'm afraid he's busy.

I'm Bev Stevens, the assistant manager.
All your details have been passed on to me.

Now, we did extend your
overdraft last June, Miss

Turner, but it seems that
you've exceeded it again.

Does it?

Which does make the question of a loan.

If you don't mind me saying
so, you do seem to have

something of an obsession
with electronic equipment.

I wouldn't call it that.

This payment here, UCX Electronics.

What sort of equipment is it, exactly?

I'm sorry?

Hi-fis?

PCs?

It's my work, Miss Stevens.

Bev, please.

Mr. Spencer told me you were with the
police.

I am a science officer with the police,
yes, but as it happens, Bev, I'm also

exploring the effects of
tachyon bombardment on the

atomic substructure, on
my afternoons off, of course.

Oh.

And I really came here for a loan,
not a lecture, so if you're not going to

give it to me, why don't
you tell me now, so I

can leave you and go
and be a grown-up again.

I'm resigning, Slade.

-What?
-You heard me.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

Scrimping and saving to buy advance
electronics, I cannot even begin to afford.

-You didn't get the loan, then?
-What am I doing in a police department?

I'm not a police officer, I'm a quantum
physicist.

Hey, don't put yourself down.

I could be working in a university or any
electronics company.

Research, development.

Who needs a bank anyway?

-I hate banks.
-Shut up.

Look, you go to university, all those
scientists looking over your shoulder,

how much longer do you think you're
going to be able to keep your little secret

-a secret?
-What secret?

You're good at this job, Holly,
it suits you.

You're virtually your own boss,
you're respected.

And underpaid.

I mean, it's crazy, I don't even enjoy
police work.

I should never have started it in the
first place but that's it, I'm through.

Frank, put this guy in, will you please?

What's he done?

Bank robbery.

Attempted bank robbery.

Failed bank robbery.

-Can you handle it?
-Sure.

Thanks.

Maybe you could find the money somewhere
else.

Where, for example?

Well, couldn't you get a grant or
something?

What about your family?

Do you have any rich relatives?

Are you serious?

Well, if you need the money.

That's wonderful.

That's really, really wonderful.

What do you want me to do?

Look them up and m*rder them?

Slade, Holly. Christian wants us.

The report's just come through.

A poisoning in a five-star restaurant.

The food?

I hardly think so, Slade.

This is a world-class chef,
and apparently there was

a food inspector on the
premises when it happened.

Oh, what a coincidence.

According to the report, cause of death
was a dose of poison.

-KCN?
-Potassium cyanide, white crystals.

Traces of it were found inside the
victim's wine glass.

Who was the victim?

Her name was Mary Chandler.

There's a photograph here, just come
through.

Wait a minute, Chief.

What is it, Turner?

I know her, Mary Chandler.

-She's my aunt.
-Your aunt?

My father's sister.

Well, when did you last see her?

Uh…

Uh… a year ago.

My uncle Edward died of a heart attack and
I saw her at the funeral.

But not since then?

No, Chief.

Well, obviously this puts a different
light on things.

How do you mean?

Well I would have thought
that was obvious, Slade.

This is a high-profile m*rder
in a top society restaurant,

and now it seems we have
a personal involvement.

But I told you I haven't seen her.

Do you want me to handle it, Chief?

Oh yes, Robson, that's a marvellous idea.

Is it?

Handing over a top-level m*rder
investigation to a graduate trainee!?

Morris!

Come in here.

I'll handle this myself.

What, you and Morris?

Well, do you have a problem with that?

No, Chief.

Look, it's just a question of impartiality.

I would have said as head of division,
my position was very clear.

Why Morris? Why not me?

Oh, thank you, Slade.
I'd almost prefer Robson.

Chief.

Get the car, Morris. We're leaving now.

The key goes in the hole by the steering
wheel.

Grisham and Morris.

Grisham's only effective when she's behind
a desk.

Yeah.

And the desk and Morris have got about the
same IQ.

Oh, poor Aunt Mary.

They might as well file
her under Unsolved now.

Are you close to her?

No. I hardly saw her.

But she was my father's sister.

Yes.

Yes, this is Holly Turner speaking.

Who is this?

Yeah, I know I'm kind of jumping the g*n a
bit, but I thought you ought to know…

Are you saying my aunt named me in her
will?

That's right.

That's it.

Your joint beneficiary, you and some guy
called…

Alex Morton.

Her partner.

How much did she leave, exactly?

Cutting to the chase, eh?

Well, we won't know for a few weeks.

But I can tell you this much.

When Edward Chandler died a year ago,
I handled that will.

And he left her around two mil.

Mil?

Yeah.

Give or take a few thou?

Right.

So it looks like you're going to be pretty
rich.

Does Alex Morton know anything about this?

No, not yet. I haven't told him.

-But there is something you ought to know.
-Go on.

Your aunt was about to change her will.

She belled me a couple of days ago.

She was coming in tomorrow AM.

In what way was she going to change it?

Well, she didn't say.

But she makes a call and the next thing I
know, she's dead.

Maybe I should have just called the
police.

But you are the police, so I called you.

So how does it feel?

What?

To be a millionaire.

I don't know.

I just want to find out who k*lled her,
Slade.

There's not much chance of that with
Grisham and Morris on the case.

We could always travel back.

-What?
-Go back.

Time travel. See who did it.

See who put the poison in the glass.

Maybe we could even save her.

No.

Two million pounds, Holly.

That's all the money you're going to need
to perfect the machine.

Don't you think you owe her?

Damn!

Still no good?

What's wrong with it?

Everything.

Look at it.

That transistor over there? My father put
it in in the 50s.

These circuits here? Early 60s.

The deflection coil.

Deflection coil.

That's the answer.

Have you got a spare?

Yes.

Every time I use the machine, another piece
breaks and that's another month's salary.

Not anymore.

Right.

That should do it.

What's the time?

Five past eight.

Let's go.

Let me do it.

-Oops.
-Don't say a word, Slade.

-What have I done?
-Nothing.

Must have been a power surge in the photon
generator.

Oh, is that bad?

That's not good. It would have
blown every fuse in the building. Damn!

Danny?

It's crazy.

This whole place is crazy.

It's the main fuse.

I get the bills from the electric.

Do you know how many units they say we
use?

Twenty-seven thousand.

You could light up a stadium with that.

Well, can you fix it?

I've got people stuck in the lift. I've
got people in the dark. I can fix it, sure.

Great.

But what am I going to do?

A football stadium.

Crazy.

Right.

-Back in business?
-Yep.

This time I'll use a fifty
kilowatt resistor circuit.

I should do it.

I shouldn't be doing this, Slade.

Maybe the machine was trying to tell me
something.

Poor Aunt Mary.

Eleven forty-five.

In the morning?

-Yeah.
-Almost lunch.

Holly!

What a lovely surprise.

Well, a surprise anyway.

Come in.

You should have told me you were coming,
dear.

I've only got a minute.

Who's this?

Jeff Slade, a friend of mine.

Hi. Pleased to meet you.

Don't tell me you've finally got yourself
a man.

And what do you do, Biff?

I'm with the police and it's Jeff,
actually.

The police?

Is this an official visit?

No, no, no. We were just passing.

You should have said.

I was just on my way out.

Lunch at Aramis.

Three weeks to book a table.

Four if you don't want to view the
kitchen.

Maybe we could join you.

Oh I'm afraid not, Cliff. It's business.

But we can meet for tea later on.

I don't think that's going to be possible.

Have you taken it, Mary?

Oh, I didn't know we had guests.

This is my niece, Holly, and her
boyfriend.

-Is the car ready?
-It's outside.

Of course it's outside.

I just hope it's clean for once.

I'll wait for you.

I met him in Barbados.

Of course, I still miss Edward,
but life goes on.

And Alex does make me feel young again.

And what do you do for him?

I spoil him.

Well, someone has to pay for all those
designer suits.

Anyway, I must dash.

I'm sorry about this, Holly.

Next time, call me first.

Oh, Mary?

Yeah?

Nothing.

You were going to stop her going,
weren't you?

No.

You could have done that, couldn't you?

No, I keep on telling you, you can't
change the past.

I know, the first rule of time.

You of all people should know that by now,
Slade.

So is that it?

I'm just going to stand here and watch her
go to her death.

There's nothing we can do.

We can try, or maybe you don't want to.

What?

Well, don't blame you.

An hour from now, this is going to be
yours.

If she dies.

That's such a horrible thing to say,
Slade.

Well, then let's try and stop it.

OK, we'll try.

But it won't work.

We'll see about that.

See you later, then.

Enjoy the lunch.

Don't go too far away.

I'll call you if I want you.

You know, Mary, I'm not your servant.

But you are, Alex.

That's just it.

You are.

It was the potassium
cyanide in the white wine, so all

we have to do is make sure
she doesn't drink any wine.

How do we do that?

Well, you stay in the
kitchen and make sure no one

tampers with the bottles,
and I will be in the restaurant.

Your table, Mrs. Chandler.

-Robert!
-Thank you, madam.

Yes, Amanda.

I'm not late, am I?

No, we were early.

Yes, of course you were.

I hope the halibut's on today.

Of course, Mrs. Chandler.

We can't just walk in there.

Oh, yes, we can.

Can I get you an aperitif?

Not for the moment.

I'm glad you agreed to come, Mary.

I'm intrigued.

I didn't even know the three of you knew
each other.

It would have been better for you if we
hadn't.

Maybe I'd better have that aperitif after
all.

If you'll excuse me.

Shall we leave the business until we've
ordered?

I take it business is what this is all
about.

-Yes?
-Are you the manager?

I am.

I'm from the Department of Hygiene.

We're running a series of spot checks on
food preparation.

Nobody told me.

Of course not. I must say this
surface leaves a lot to be desired.

It's flour.

I'm interested in your wine storage.

Do you have a separate cellar?

No, it's kept back there.

I do assure you, Miss…

Kenwood.

This is the Aramis restaurant.

We maintain the highest standards.

In that case, you'll
have no objection to me

staying while the lunch is being prepared.

I will be making a full report.

Some wine with a meal?

I take it you'll join me.

Mary, we didn't invite you here because we
enjoy your company.

Dear Ian, yes, I thought you'd be the
first to speak your mind.

We've invited you here to tell you these
demands of yours have gone on long enough.

And trust a dentist to spoil a nice lunch.

Are you part of this conspiracy, Amanda?

We shouldn't have paid you in the first
place.

We should have gone straight to the
police.

I would have thought the police were the
last people you'd want to know about this.

Waiter?

Yes, madam?

I'd like a nice Chablis.

Which one would you recommend?

To be honest, madam, I wouldn't recommend
any of them.

I'm sorry?

They're overpriced.

-What?
-What are you talking about?

How about some mineral water?

Well, if you haven't got any Chablis,
what about the Pouilly-Fumé?

I'm sorry?

-Too dry.
-I'm not used to this kind of service.

I'm only trying to help, madam.

Then bring us a bottle of the Sancerre.

You won't like it.

I think we've had quite enough of your
expertise, thank you.

Bring the Sancerre.

If you say so, madam.

Excuse me.

Dirty.

This place is really going downhill.

Now.

I snatched your aunt's wine glass.

It's clean, but get me another one anyway.

The food's all fine and no
one's been near the bottles.

Good. You know, you're
getting the hang of this.

Forget it, Slade. This is the last time.

Sancerre, Sancerre.

There we are. There's six of them.

This one's definitely untouched.

You're not going to let her drink it,
are you?

I choose the bottle. You choose the glass.

I open it and pour.

I'm there while she drinks.

What could possibly go wrong?

What are you staring at?

I'm not staring.

Yes, you are.

Could you please leave us alone?

To the three of you.

And to our long association.

Excuse me.

I ordered my wine ten minutes ago and I'm
still waiting!

The Grundhauser '94.

Look, I'm just decanting it, sir.

Wait a minute, you're not the wine waiter.

Look, could you sit down
please, sir, and I'll bring it to you.

I'm going to see the manager.

My breath…

I can't…

Mary…?

I…

-I can't…
-What's the matter?

For heaven's sake, get a doctor!

You did this!

You… you…

-Waiter!
-Let's get out of here.

Come on!

Mary!

-Alex!
-What happened?

We don't know. She just collapsed.

-Is she dead?
-I think so.

Stand back.

It had to be one of them.

But how? You were there.

This fat idiot got in my
way for about ten or twenty

seconds and I couldn't
see what was happening.

And that's when she was poisoned.

Yeah, it must have been.

She drank the wine and collapsed.

And Grisham had that report.

It was potassium cyanide in her wine
glass.

I don't understand. Why
would anyone want to k*ll her?

And what makes you think you're going to
find the answer here?

Oh, no.

No, no. This is all wrong.

This is completely ill*gal, Slade.

This is your aunt's house, correct?

Yes, I know that.

Well, now it's yours.

I still haven't told you what I heard at
the table.

It seems that your Aunt Mary wasn't just
having lunch with three old friends.

Go on.

Well, she wasn't specific, but…

I have a sneaking suspicion she was
blackmailing them.

What?

Aunt Mary blackmailing?

That's ridiculous.

They were talking about some sort of
demands.

One of them, the woman, was threatening to
go to the police.

We shouldn't have paid
you in the first place, she said.

That's hardly my idea of a fun lunch.

Yes, but you know perfectly well that
she's a rich woman.

Why would she need to blackmail anyone?

And what possible hold could she have over
anyone anyway?

What did your uncle do?

How did he make his money?

He was nothing special.

An accountant.

He must have had some very big clients.

Yeah.

Did he work from home?

Yes, through here.

Are these his?

Slade, he's been dead a year.

They obviously didn't work then.

Ian Carter.

Amanda Hayes?

There was an Ian and an Amanda at the
table in the restaurant.

Amanda Hayes.

She's a writer, isn't she?

Robert Blake.

Hmm. Maybe that's it, Holly.

They were all clients of your uncle's.

You think he was fiddling their tax?

That's what it looks like.

And there he had the files.

Hayes, Carter and Blake.

Let's see if we can find out
a little bit more about them.

Where?

Well, if we pull them up on
the computer at work, we can

cross-reference them with the
Inland Revenue. Never know.

-We can't go back to the office.
-Why not?

It's Grisham's case. Don't worry.
She won't even know we're there.

Right, so that's five hours till we have
to be back at the machine.

Ten past three now.

So that means we're just coming out of
that solicitor's office.

I still can't get used to being in two
places at the same time.

Don't worry. I won't let it become a habit.

Ten minutes to run these checks and then
we're out of here.

Let's hope you're right.

We're not involved.

We are involved.

We were there when she died, remember?

Well, why do I get the feeling this is
another big mistake?

Slade. Holly.

What?

Um, I…

-I've forgotten my… I've forgotten my…
-What's he forgotten?

He's forgotten.

Hi.

Don't tell me. There's been another m*rder.

-I think we should come back later.
-I don't think we should have come at all.

We'll come back later.

Turner!

Yes, Chief?

I have to tell you,
Turner, this is the most

depressing day of my entire police career.

Well, I told you you wouldn't enjoy working
with Maurice.

I'm arresting you for the m*rder of your
aunt.

Maurice?

This morning, you told me that you hadn't
seen your aunt for a year.

Yes, Chief.

-But according to her partner…
-Alex Morton.

You were actually at the house minutes
before the lunch, so why did you lie to me?

I was confused.

She was confused, Maurice.

You don't think it was a bit…

coincidental, turning up at the house on
the very morning she was k*lled?

I do, yes.

-What?
-You're right, it was a coincidence.

I've spoken to the solicitor.

-Bradley Herman.
-I know about the will.

Your aunt had divided her estate equally
between you and Alex Morton.

And she was about to change it.

You don't know how she was going to change
it.

I've also spoken to the restaurant
manager.

-Eduardo…
-Thank you, Maurice.

I've also spoken to the restaurant manager
about this food inspector, a Miss…

Kenwood.

That wasn't me.

Then how do you explain this?

What about it?

This is the wine glass that poisoned Mary
Chandler.

There are two sets of fingerprints on it.

Hers…

and mine.

Can I take that as an admission?

No.

I wish I could help you, Turner,
but I can't.

The motive.

The opportunity.

You were there.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

This is ridiculous.

You know Holly, Chief, she's the best
science officer we've ever had.

You can't do this.

Come.

Is that everything?

Yes.

And the watch.

No.

Holly, you've got to.

The cell's this way.

I should never have listened to you.

You know, everything in my life went wrong
the day I told you about the machine.

Well, you wanted to time travel.

To solve the crime, Slade.

Not to prevent it.

And certainly, certainly, not to get
accused of doing it.

-Look, calm down.
-Calm down!?

I've got less than four hours and I'm
stuck in here and I haven't got the watch.

You've got the clock.

The watch neutralises the machine.

It breaks the loop of infinity.

We're both stuck here.

-Without it.
-It's not that bad.

Could it be any worse?

There's only three suspects.

-Three?
-The ones at the table.

-I can do it.
-Do it?

Find the real k*ller and then get you out
of here.

-You're kidding.
-Trust me.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Oi! You got a light?

Wait a minute, you can't go in there!

Oi!

What are you doing here?

Mr. Blake, I'd like to talk to you about
Mary Chandler.

Oh, you're the police.

I've already told you people.

But you haven't told us about your
accounts.

What?

Edward Chandler was your accountant,
wasn't he?

Yes, but it was all above board.

Really?

You, Ian Carter and Amanda Hayes.

Crooked accounts.

And Mary Chandler was
threatening to shop the three of you.

No, it wasn't like that. It's not true.

Which one of you did it, Blake?

Was it you who put the poison into a
glass?

No, I couldn't.

But it must have been one of you.

So which one?

I don't know. Don't talk to me.

Talk to Amanda, the lunch was her idea.

Go on.

You're right.

Mary was making demands.

From all of us.

Amanda found out.

And suggested we all join together and
then confront Mary in the restaurant.

Confront her?

Or k*ll her?

I didn't k*ll her.

I was completely shocked.

So what are you in for then?

What?

I can't talk to you.

I have to work out a way of getting out of
here.

It's always hard the first time.

Me, I'm in and out so often.

I've sort of got used to it.

They shouldn't put that
clock there, it's not fair.

Time moves so slowly, doesn't it?

Especially when you're doing time.

Five to five.

Hey, where's my tea? I mean,
they always bring tea around.

So we've got to go to all the tools.

That's not it.

Oh, Christopher.

And, er… Ace.

Thank you.

Thank you so much, I do hope you enjoyed.

Thank you very much.

Who's it for?

It's for Mary.

Chandler.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I'm with the police, Miss Hayes.

Seems you're making quite a bit of money
out of m*rder.

m*rder fiction, yes.

But the fact is, I had no reason to k*ll
Mary Chandler.

Hardly knew her.

Mary Chandler was blackmailing you.

And I was under the impression that the
lunch was your suggestion.

My, you have been busy.

I want the truth.

It was potassium cyanide that k*lled her,
wasn't it?

How do you know that?

I used it.

In Death By Design.

My first novel.

I recognise the symptoms.

So?

Where could someone like me get a poison
like that?

They don't hand it out at the local
chemist.

And, to my knowledge, they don't use it in
dentistry either.

Not that Blake would have had the guts to
k*ll a wasp with a rolled-up newspaper.

So, that leaves Ian Carter.

Who just happens to run his own chemical
company.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

Yes, Mr. Slade, we do store cyanide.

Along with about another 500 dangerous
substances.

Could anyone have got in here and stolen
some?

Out of the question.

I'll show you why.

This is storage here.

Authorised staff have their own personal
entry numbers.

With every entry logged on the central
computer.

The more lethal stuff is kept in here.

Only three people have the combination.

There you are.

Potassium cyanide.

Nobody could have got in here.

Except you.

You just walked straight in.

Yes, Mr. Slade, if that's what you wanted
to know, you should have asked me.

You know Mary Chandler was seeking our
financial support.

-That's how she would have put it.
-She was blackmailing you.

She'd invested unwisely.

An office development somewhere in the
north.

She decided we'd make up the difference.

And so you invited her to lunch?

Not to k*ll her.

Warn her off.

Even if I had stolen that cyanide,
how could I have put it in her glass

without the other two seeing me?

Think about it.

None of us could have done it without the
others seeing me.

All three of you had a motive.

Yes, but of course we weren't the only
ones.

Holly, I've brought you some supper.

Nearly seven o'clock.

About time.

I suppose you're hungry.

I'm hungry.

Forget it.

Nicky, if I told you I had to be somewhere
in one hour and fifteen minutes,

that it was a matter of life and death,
would you believe me?

Can I go there for you?

No, no, no.

Just out of interest.

What would you say if I asked you to
pretend I jumped you and escaped?

It's an interesting moral dilemma.

On one hand, of course,
I'd like to help a friend, but on

the other, of course, under
section 17, paragraph 37b…

That's what I thought you'd say.

Argh!

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey wait, what about me?

-Forget it.
-I'll shout, I'll raise the alarm!

I can't!

Guards!

All right!

Keep out of my way!

Mary and me, we were fine.

She was crazy about me.

Did you know she was blackmailing Ian
Carter and the others?

Yeah. She'd lost a packet, some investment
thing.

Did she tell you she was just about to
change her will?

-Yeah, it was me who persuaded her.
-You?

There wasn't so much money any more,
so I told her to cut out the girl.

Like I say, Mary would have done anything
for me.

Charming.

Oh, one last thing.

What?

When we were here
earlier, when you came down

the stairs, you asked
Mary if she'd taken it.

-What did you mean by that?
-Taken it?

-Mmm.
-Oh, yeah, I was talking about a letter.

Just some letter she had to post.

I guess now we'll never
know what was in it.

Thank you.

All those details,
that's what it's all about.

Observation.

It's the name of the game.

Keep your eyes open, your mind alert.

You get your promotion before you know it.

Oh, just forgot my car keys.

-I'll see you out there, OK?
-OK, see you there.

Good night, Frank.

See you.

Frank, there's been an escape!

What?

Oi!

You know, Chief, I still think
we might have got this wrong.

What brilliant bit of deduction
brings you to that conclusion, Robson?

Well, it… it's more of a gut feeling.

Didn't think that was where she'd hit you.

I just want her found.

Yes!

Oh!

My!

God!

You!

Holly!

What are you doing?

Such a complete idiot!
I was trying to escape!

You didn't need to escape.

-I was just coming to tell you.
-What?

I know who did it.

-I know who k*lled your aunt.
-Oh, that's great.

That's really, really great.
We've got 34 minutes.

Is that enough time to persuade them?

Do we talk or do we run?

Run.

They've been spotted in
sector nine-seven-zero. Over.

Nine-seven-zero. Just a minute.

Why don't you just talk English?

That's where Turner lives.

She's going home.

-We're not going to make it!
-Relax!

Slade!

Come on, come on!

How long have we got?

Er… fourteen minutes.

-We've got to get back.
-But how?

At least things can't get any worse.

Morris?

I'm heading straight for
the front of the building.

You just make sure they don't double back.

Quiet!

Right.

What have we got here?

We're all right. We're going to make it.

Why is it that every time you say something
like that, something horrible happens?

Hey, I dealt with a dog, didn't I?

After a fashion?

Grisham.

We can't just stay here.

I know.

If we do, we miss the deadline.

And we'll be stuck here for the rest of
Infinity.

If we go in, Grisham will arrest us and we

still won't get back
to the machine in time.

Just think of something.

-Three minutes.
-Move!

That's your power cut.

They'll see us!

No, they won't.

Trust me.

-Hello?
-Where are they?

You blew the power, remember?

They're the ones stuck in the lift.

Hello! Hello!

Come on! Come on!

Crazy.

Come on!

What on earth's that?

Evening, Chief.

Slade.

This time you have gone too far!

I'm arresting you too.

-Wait a minute, Chief.
-What?

He knows who k*lled Mary Chandler.

Who really k*lled her.

All right.

But this had better be good.

Alex Morton knew that Mary was having
lunch with the three people that were

blackmailing her, which gave him the
perfect opportunity.

To k*ll her?

Yes.

You see, Alex lied to me.

It wasn't Holly being cut out of the will.

It was him.

And when he found that out, he was
determined to stop it happening.

It's not true. I couldn't have done it.

I wasn't even in the restroom.

You didn't need to be.

Mary had taken the poison before she left.

You're wrong.

Have you taken it, Mary?

That's what you asked her when Holly and I
were there.

You told me you were talking about a
letter.

It takes a funny word when you're talking
about a letter, isn't it?

Have you remembered the letter?
Have you… Have you got the letter?

But if you're talking about…

medicine, if you're talking about a pill,
have you taken it?

And she had, hadn't she?

There were no pills.

When we saw them in the study,
we thought they were her husband's.

But since then, I've checked. Nicky?

Um… Mary Chandler had high blood pressure,
chief.

She got these on prescription.

Very simple.

We just unscrewed one…

Emptied out the contents,
and filled it with something else.

And then he had to just drive to the
restaurant and wait outside.

But we found traces of poison in her wine
glass.

Alex Morton put the cyanide crystals in
the glass after she was dead.

Don't you see?

She was dining with her three worst
enemies.

Three perfect suspects.

And he was waiting outside.

All he had to do was wait in the lobby
until he heard the noise.

Then he ran in, and in
all the confusion, he just

slipped some cyanide
crystals into the glass.

You!

Can we take that as a confession?

Chief?

Thanks for the lift, Nicky.

Good luck.

Nicky, I'm sorry I hit you.

Don't worry, it was actually
quite a light testicular blow.

It just winded me.

Hey. This is it!

What did he say?

I'm not sure you want to know.

Oh, come on, tell me. How much did you get?

-Five figures.
-Five?

High five.

But…

There were debts, Slade.

That's what she left.

Debts are five figures.

All the money's gone.

What?

The office development?
She was principal investor.

That's why she was trying to blackmail
Edward's old clients.

There was nothing left.

Are you going to stay?

-Stay?
-With the police?

Oh, I don't know.

Grisham was so
embarrassed after the arrest,

she gave me a one-off
payment as compensation.

Same time I hit her for a raise.

-That's alright then.
-Oh, I don't know.

Oh look, you're not going to
lock yourself away in some tedious

research job for the
rest of your life, are you?

Just think what you'd miss.

What would I miss, Slade?

Excitement.

Adventure.

Testicular blow.

I could do without all that.

-And you'd miss me.
-No, I would not.

-You would!
-I would not!

You would!

-Go on, admit it. Go on.
-Taxi!

Admit.

Come on.