[intriguing music] - Hello.

- Yeah.

- Present estimate, she's been dead for between 36 and 48 hours.

- Which means she could have died at around the same time as Neville Dupayne.

- Cause of death, obvious.

She was strangled.

The killer was wearing gloves and was right-handed.

- Could a woman have done it?

- Yes.

She's slight, her neck narrow.

It would have taken strength, but not remarkable strength or expertise.

Barely more than a child.

[theme music] - Why did you attack Major Arkwright, Ryan?

Because he was trying to stop you running?

Why run?

Because you killed Neville Dupayne.

- At the park, you said, she's going to kill me.

Who were you talking about?

- The major said you seemed frightened.

- Is he okay?

- Yes.

Sore head, but we think he'll live.

- [soft crying] - I think we should bring the major in.

He's not angry with him.

He can talk some sense into him.

- Yeah.

- She was wearing a cream skirt suit.

Around 20 years old, 5' 3" with long, fair hair, blue eyes.

- I certainly haven't noticed her.

- Nor have I.

- Mrs.

Godby, you're responsible for signing people in.

Do you remember her?

- No.

And I do normally remember visitors.

And I saw her face in the trunk.

- It's most likely she would have arrived at some point on Friday on her own or with one other person.

- We did check that everyone had left, didn't we, Muriel?

- Of course.

We always do.

- Is there somewhere someone could hide if they chose to?

- Basement.

There are several tool archive shelves down there.

Unless you check behind every shelf, ladies.

- We don't.

But-- - The girl was found in the trunk exhibit, yes?

Well, that means someone was reenacting the murder of the prostitute.

- Violette Kaye.

- Just like someone was reenacting the car murder.

- It's a crank.

It has to be.

Someone obsessed with the Murder Room.

I swear to God, we're going to get rid of it when all this is over.

- There's a second door in the mudroom.

- It leads to the flat, but it can't be opened from the museum side.

[intriguing music] My father used it when he was alive.

I'm the only who uses it now.

It's my refuge from the school-- much needed.

- Does anyone else have a key?

- Marcus does.

Neville was given one originally, but he lost it years ago.

It leads down to the Murder Room.

[murmuring] - Perhaps, yeah.

The short-- - Dust both besides for prints, please.

- Yes, sir.

- Ryan.

- Friday night, after we locked up, I hung around.

I wanted to talk to him, tell him how unfair he was being.

- Do you mean Dr.

Neville Dupayne?

- Yeah.

I wanted him to get what it'd do to Tally if she had to leave the cottage, so I hung around the heath for a bit.

I knew he was coming back for his car, so I waited on the drive and I saw him coming.

But then I saw her.

- Who, Ryan?

- Mrs.

Strickland.

She came out of the car park and started talking to him.

So I hid in the trees.

- Could you hear what they were saying?

- Not much.

I heard him say, stop lying.

And she was trying to give him something, um-- a-- a bit of paper, but he stormed off.

And then she turned round, sudden like, and she saw me.

So I ran.

- Why?

Why didn't you talk to her?

- Ryan's frightened of Mrs.

Strickland.

- She's a bitch.

She's always trying to make me jump.

She's always telling me stories about murders and stuff.

A couple of weeks ago, when I was cleaning out the Murder Room, she came in and showed me the trunk.

And then she said, do you wanna open it?

And I said, yeah, 'cause-- 'cause who doesn't?

And then she said, do you want to get in?

So I did, just to see.

Then she closed the lid on me.

I thought she was going to lock me in, but she just laughed and walked off.

- Did she say anything to you today about you seeing her with Dr.

Dupayne?

- She didn't have to.

She gave me this look like, if you tell, you're dead.

[intriguing music] - Marie Annette Strickland.

No criminal record.

But then we checked the War Office records.

- We just thought she was the right age to have served.

She's smart.

- Something in the way she talked to me.

She knows her history.

Interested in the war.

And sure enough, - Her military record.

- Classified.

- So she could have served in intelligence.

Code breaking, maybe?

She's half French, sir.

- And if she did have military training, well-- - Do we bring her in?

- She served in Special Ops, an exceptionally brave young woman.

She was undercover in Paris.

1940, right to the end, a leading light.

One might even say legendary.

She was once arrested and questioned by the Gestapo for 48 hours and walked away free.

They couldn't break her cover.

- You're sure they didn't turn her?

- Sure.

There's no evidence for that whatsoever.

She saved the lives of dozens of our boys.

- She'd have known Felix Dupayne.

- Yes.

Her boss.

He probably had a hand in training her.

There were rumors about the two of them.

Unsubstantiated.

Another body in the museum-- it's unfortunate.

The press will have a field day.

- We're trying to keep it out of the press.

- Still, the publicity should ensure the museum survives.

- Your man could work from anywhere, couldn't he?

He's the asset of the museum.

Why should it matter if it closes?

- Did I say it would?

[intriguing music] Keep me posted.

[blowing smoke] - I assume Ryan Archer has been singing.

Isn't that the expression?

- Can you confirm that you spoke to Dr.

Neville Dupayne on Friday evening around 7:15?

- Yes, I can confirm that.

- Can you tell us why you spoke to him?

- I had started trying to give these up.

Turns out I'm too late.

Cancer.

- I'm very sorry.

- It is what it is.

A prosaic death is a sort of privilege.

I wanted Neville to know the truth, that I am his biological mother.

Felix Dupayne is his real father.

We fell deeply in love during the war, and it lasted until the day he died.

Conceiving Neville was a mistake, but given that Felix's wife was au fait with the situation, he decided that they should adopt Neville as if from an agency.

His real birth certificate.

I tried to give it to him on Friday, but he wouldn't take it.

- So Neville didn't believe he was a real Dupayne.

- Correct.

- What do Marcus and Caroline believe?

- Same thing.

They thought their parents had simply decided to do a good deed, and adopted him.

I thought that if Neville knew the truth that he had Dupayne blood in his veins, he might change his mind about wanting the museum closed.

- So you waited for him to come along the drive?

- Yes.

Didn't go very well, our chat.

I dare say I handled it badly.

Not very good with feelings.

Neville became angry, refused to believe what I was saying, and walked away.

To his death, as it turned out.

[blowing smoke] Look, I don't claim to have profound maternal feelings towards Neville.

I gave up my right to those.

But I did feel a-- a sort of bond with him.

Sometimes I thought that he felt it, too.

Occasionally he'd come into the Murder Room and watch me work.

I think he-- he found it peaceful.

- What happened after the encounter?

- Oh.

I saw Ryan spying, and then I watched him run away.

And then I returned to my car and drove back home.

Ryan is a stupid boy, lazy, pointless.

I suspect you're too young to have served, Chief Inspector.

- A little, yes.

- Well, I'm afraid the cliche is true.

For those of us who did, it's a source of constant and profound chagrin, that this latest generation are squandering the future that we gifted them.

Ryan may well have played a part in Neville's murder, but I can promise you, he doesn't have the intelligence or the guts to have acted alone.

- If Caroline and Marcus thought that Neville wasn't really related to them, they might have found it easier to kill him.

- I had the same thought.

The description of the girl, where are we with that?

- In the papers first thing in the morning, Sir, she was so dressed up, surely not for a day at the museum.

Maybe she was meeting Neville or Marcus.

- Marcus has keys to the flat, so he could well have arranged to meet her there.

Then for some reason, she goes through the door, down the stairs, into the Murder Room.

- And she looks out the window and witnesses Neville's murder.

And the killer looks around, sees her, and comes for her.

It makes sense.

- But we have no proof yet, for any of it.

[intriguing music] - PM findings.

Our victim was in the early stages of pregnancy.

And someone had placed several flowers inside her bra above her heart-- African violets.

- Because of Violette Kaye.

African violets?

I'm not sure I know what they look like.

Purple, presumably.

- I've seen some recently.

- Where?

At the museum?

- Yes.

[soft music] [knocking] - Mrs.

Clutton, we have a warrant to search the cottage.

- What?

Why?

- Step aside, please, Mrs.

Clutton.

You two check through there, I'll take the bedroom.

- We'll be careful.

- Dresser in there, we need to go through.

[chatter] - Bag this as well, please.

- How long have you had this plant, Mrs.

Clutton?

- Oh, two, maybe three years.

- And to your knowledge, is there another one like it elsewhere in the museum?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Who else knows that you own this plant?

- I don't know.

I mean, anyone who's been in here might have noticed it, I suppose.

- Ryan?

Muriel Godby?

- Yes, everyone.

[sighs] Everyone who works here would have been in at one time or another.

What is this about?

Is it because of something Ryan said?

- What might Ryan have said?

- I don't know.

I don't mean that-- - How are your bruises from your fall on Friday night?

- They're getting better.

Thank you.

- It's funny that he hasn't come forward, your masked man who was so keen to help.

We've put out several calls for witnesses.

- That's hardly my fault.

You think I'm lying about the car about, about-- about being knocked off my bike.

Well, I'm not.

And I resent that.

- We're not accusing you of lying.

[vase shatters] - Oh, be careful.

You really think I could have murdered Dr.

Dupayne?

Set fire to him?

And the poor girl in the Museum.

You think that I-- - We're doing our job.

- But why in God's name would I do such a thing?

- So the museum would stay open and you can stay here in this place you're so clearly attached to.

- Oh, I could have found somewhere else.

Sorry, sorry.

[intriguing music] Am I under arrest?

- No, but you'll have to stay here until we say otherwise.

And we need your passport if you have one.

- I don't.

- You never had one for visiting your son in Australia?

- No.

He's never asked me.

- I must ask that you don't mention our interest in the African violets to anyone.

- Violet?

- If you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear.

[intriguing music] - The handbag looks brand new, not the kind of thing we normally get.

Then I realized she matches the description of the girl in the paper.

- It's definitely her, sir.

And there's a younger girl with her in the photo.

She's in school uniform.

It's Swaythling's Academy.

- Yes, the one in uniform is Victoria Mellock.

She's a pupil here.

A boarder.

The other one is her sister, Celia Mellock.

She was here briefly a few years ago.

- Celia Mellock?

You're certain?

- Oh, God.

Is this the girl you described?

She's dead?

- We need to speak to Victoria, and we need a telephone number and address for her parents.

- They're in America.

Mr.

Mellock works there.

[emotional music] - I'm very sorry to be the one to say.

Unfortunately your sister has been found dead.

- Okay, Dad.

See you then.

[sobs] Bye.

- Victoria, do you feel able to tell us a little bit about Celia?

Anything you say might be very helpful.

Do you remember when this photograph was taken?

- (crying) My bi-- my birthday.

She came here and said she was springing me.

She called this place Alcatraz.

- She was a pupil here for a while, is that right?

- Not for long.

She hated it.

Thought it was a waste of time.

So she just messed about until Miss Dupayne and my dad thought she should leave.

- Does she have a boyfriend?

- No.

I mean, she's got loads of friends, and they go out all the time.

- I think I know the answer to this, but did she ever go to museums?

- Museums?

No.

No way.

- Your sister was found in the Dupayne Museum on the edge of Hampstead Heath.

Do you have any idea why she might have gone there?

- What is it, Victoria?

- She said she knew a secret about the Dupayne Museum, a-- a secret about Miss Dupayne.

- What sort of secret?

- She was drunk.

I didn't know if she was serious.

She said I was too young to hear it.

- I have no idea what she could have meant.

Unless-- Celia and another girl once walked in here when I happened to be kissing a man, one of the school governors.

Celia was clearly thrilled by the whole thing.

I knew she'd gossip about it.

The girls are at an age where sex is a huge, exciting revelation.

And I'm not married, and I'm their authority figure.

I'm sure your sex life is a subject of a great deal of curiosity amongst your junior colleagues.

Does he or doesn't he?

- What could she have meant about the museum?

- I don't know.

I can only think she'd heard about the Murder Room.

General titillation.

- Did you ever introduce Celia to one of your brothers?

- No, I did not.

Celia Mellock was 17 when she was here, and I do not introduce underage girls to grown men.

This is a professional school with an outstanding reputation.

If you're thinking of continuing this line of questioning, you can do so with my lawyer present.

I think you need to rein in your imagination.

[school bell rings] - You don't think it could be Caroline, do you?

Who Celia was meeting?

- It's possible.

- Thanks.

That was the Yard, sir.

The flowers for Mrs.

Clutton's plant, they're a match with the flowers and the body.

And they got a partial set of prints off the small door, high up, also a match with our dead girl.

- Which side of the door?

- The stairwell side.

- So she probably knew about the flat.

- Anything from the flat itself?

- Nothing.

The only prints were Caroline Dupayne's.

But they said the place seemed like it had been scrubbed clean.

- We need to make Victoria safe until her parents get home.

I don't want Caroline having access to her.

- The idea was launched earlier today by the crossbench peer, Lord Martlesham, who described it as both workable and urgent.

- What we need to acknowledge is that for many of the poorest in our society, the existing credit system is a trap.

It's a catch-22.

- Lord Martlesham, I accept your point, but if you would go on to tell us a little more about the detail.

- Yes, no.

I think not quite.

Well, I think the real point-- [suspenseful music] - Seems like someone's having a bonfire over there.

- This is Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

- How do you do?

I'm not sure what the form is in this situation.

- Sit down, please, Lord Martlesham.

- I'm grateful to have the opportunity to clear this thing up.

- Mrs.

Tallulah Clutton, the housekeeper of the Dupayne Museum, has this afternoon recognized you as the motorist who knocked her off her bicycle on the driveway of the Dupayne Museum at around 7:20 on Friday night.

I have to ask you if you were there and if-- - I was.

And I did accidentally knock the lady off her bike.

I did stop to make sure she was all right.

I-- I hope she wasn't more badly injured than I realized.

- I assume you heard about Dr.

Neville Dupayne's death in a fire at the museum that night.

We made several appeals for witnesses.

Why didn't you come forward?

- I did think about coming forward.

In fact, I thought about little else.

But I honestly believed I could be of no material assistance.

I had noticed a fire, but I thought someone was simply having a bonfire or-- and I didn't see anyone except Mrs-- Clutton, did you say?

I know now I should have come forward at once.

I was too wary of my reputation, I suppose.

Unforgivable.

- Another person was murdered at the museum that night.

Perhaps you've read in the newspapers about the body of a young woman being found in the area.

We now know that her name was Miss Celia Mellock.

- Oh, God.

We-- uh, we'd been seeing each other.

I'm married.

We-- we'd arranged to meet in the car park at the museum, but she didn't arrive.

And I assumed she wasn't coming, so I left.

I realize how this must look.

- Mrs.

Clutton claims you were wearing a mask over your eyes and nose that night, is that correct?

- Yes.

Uh, I keep it in the car.

I can't be recognized.

And, well, Celia and I, we enjoyed the intrigue, I suppose.

- Why the museum car park?

- It's secluded.

It's convenient for my home.

- Miss Mellock's body was discovered in the Murder Room inside the Museum.

We believe she entered it through a door which leads from the private flat belonging to Caroline Dupayne.

Have you any idea how Celia might have gained access to that?

- Sorry.

Do I need to call my lawyer?

- That's your choice.

Celia was two months pregnant.

Could the child have been yours?

- She said when we arranged to meet, she had something important to tell me.

Celia and I both had keys to the private flat.

We obtained them through Caroline Dupayne.

- Why?

Is she a close friend?

- I'm not a bad person.

Everything I do, all my work, I do for the good of the country.

I believe that.

Hand on heart.

Celia and I shouldn't have been using the flat for a private meeting.

Shouldn't have been seeing each other at all.

Because it-- it's against the rules.

- Against the rules of what?

- The club.

[intriguing music] The private club.

The 98 club.

- I'm standing by, okay?

- This way.

- What's-- can I do anything Miss Dupayne?

- Keep walking, please.

- For God's sake.

I'm not talking to the local vicar.

Yes, a private club where people meet anonymously to have sex, whatever sort of sex they want.

They're all adults.

It's consensual.

No laws are broken.

Many of the members are powerful people, people you probably know, Chief Inspector.

Felt any pressure from above during your investigations?

- Does money change hands?

- No, never.

I'm not a bawd.

- It's a pretty slim distinction.

- How does it work?

You say it's anonymous.

- Through a series of PO boxes.

Members are allowed to invite one other person during the course of their membership.

- Were you aware Celia Mellock was a member?

- No, I wasn't.

- She was 20 years old.

- Above the age of consent.

- How do you know the other members weren't younger?

- Because we run on absolute trust.

I'd hear about it.

None of us wishes to be involved in anything harmful or illegal.

It's about pleasure, release.

- Are you aware that Lord Martlesham is a member?

- Yes.

Is that who spoke to you?

- Lord Martlesham was having private meetings with Celia Mellock at the flat.

They'd started a relationship.

On Friday night, they'd arranged to meet there, but Lord Martlesham was late.

When he went up to the flat, Celia wasn't there.

Coming out of the flat, he noticed a fire in the direction of the garage.

He drove away as quickly as he could.

- So he knocked Tally Clutton off her bike?

- But Celia was, in fact, still inside the museum building.

Bored or curious, she'd gone through the door into the Murder Room.

And we believe that from the window there, she saw the murderer leaving the garage, having set fire to your brother.

- So it's Martlesham.

He broke the rules of the 98, got entangled.

Who knows what he was capable of?

- But the murderer had a key to the garage as well as to the flat, and most probably to the museum to.

And from what I understand, the only people in possession of all of those keys are Marcus and you.

[intriguing music] [knocking] - Only me, Tally.

- Oh, Muriel.

- I was just thinking, are you sure that you want to stay here?

I do feel-- I can't help feeling concerned for you.

And I do have a spare room at my house.

- Police asked me the very same question.

But I've always felt quite safe here.

And anyway, I'm not going to be driven from my home.

But thank you.

Um, do you like to come in for a cup of tea?

- What made you start the club?

- When my father was alive, I knew he spent time in there with his mistress, Marie Strickland.

Once I started using it, I realized the potential it had.

- It must be a lot of work on top of running the school.

- It's manageable.

- And what happens after one of your meetings?

Must take some tidying up.

You collect up the champagne bottles, do you?

Get rid of the condoms?

- Yes.

- I don't believe you.

Somebody helps you, don't they?

Marcus?

- Marcus knows nothing.

- Ryan?

Take advantage of a homeless boy?

Marie?

Muriel?

Tally?

- The very idea that Caroline could have murdered her own brother.

I don't understand the police's obsession with the idea that the murderer must have known Neville.

- Maybe it's because of the references to the Murder Room, and now that they found that poor girl in there.

How could she have got in, Muriel?

I've been over and over it.

And how could we have missed her?

- She must have crept in without our seeing and hid in the basement, as Marie suggested.

And the references to the blazing car and the violets on the girl's body, hundreds of people must have read about those cases, thousands, even.

- Violets on the body?

[intriguing music] - Yes, I believe so.

Didn't the police tell you about that when they questioned you?

- No.

No, they didn't.

- I'm surprised.

Chief inspector Dalgliesh mentioned it to me.

It's clearly some sort of crank, as Caroline said.

Playing a sick sort of game.

- Yes, more than likely.

- You're tired.

I'll wend my way.

I'm rather looking forward to my bed.

I have a headache coming on.

- Am I under arrest?

- Not yet.

- Then I'm leaving.

and I'm not saying another word until my lawyer's present.

- Who are you protecting?

- No comment.

- Because whoever it is murdered your brother in cold blood, waited for him in the dark, threw petrol over him.

Perhaps they said his name, Neville, and he turned around and he smelt the petrol as it hit him.

- Shut up.

- And he saw the match.

He knew what was coming.

- Shut up!

- You think he's adopted.

He's your father's son, your father and Marie Strickland.

He's your flesh and blood.

- What are you saying?

- And now he's been torn from the world.

And all his potential, all the good he might have done is gone.

- We loved him.

- You know what?

I've had enough of this.

The amount of my life I've spent listening to people like this, dancing around the truth, justifying themselves with their own warped sense of importance while people die.

- [sobs] - Caroline Dupayne, I'm arresting you for the murder of Dr.

Neville Dupayne and Miss Celia Mellock.

- [sobs] What-- - You have the right to remain silent.

- It wasn't me.

[intriguing music] - Sweeping in from the northwest and giving way to sunny spells tomorrow morning.

Warm, overcast conditions continue in London and East Anglia.

And it looks set to be a mild few days across the whole of the south.

- Who else knew about the club?

Who else knew about the club?

(shouting) Who else knew about the club?

[crying] - Mu-- Muriel.

Muriel Godby.

Muriel started the 98 Club.

It was her idea.

I was a girl when she worked at the school I attended.

When my mother died it was sudden.

I was 14.

I was a mess.

She took me under her wing.

Muriel's not what you think.

She has this kind of power.

She collects information about people and stores it away.

I asked her if she was involved in Neville's death, but she said, no.

She knew Celia Mellock.

She worked at Swaythling's for a term, the same term Celia was there.

I remember her saying how insolent she thought Celia was.

- Do you know Muriel's address?

- I've got it.

It's somewhere in Camden.

- She could be at the museum.

She could be locking up.

[intriguing music] - Mrs.

Clutton.

Mrs.

Clutton.

Mrs.

Clutton, I'm going to move you.

- Police, ambulance, or fire?

- DS Miskin from Scotland Yard.

We need an ambulance immediately to the Dupayne Museum.

- [gasps] - Mrs.

Clutton.

- [sighs] She's breathing, but only just.

Please, hurry.

- Mrs.

Clutton.

- [whimpers] - Cover the back.

- Yes, sir.

Right.

Quick as you can.

- Right behind you.

[knocking] - Muriel Godby, I'm arresting you for the murders of Neville Dupayne and Celia Mellock.

- What on earth are you talking about?

- Turn around, please.

Turn around.

- It's all about sex with men, isn't it?

They're strong, powerful, clever sometimes.

But that need they have, that drive, makes them weak in so many ways.

Yes, I run the 98 Club, a private club for consenting adults.

I've done nothing illegal.

I wouldn't have killed anyone to protect the club or the museum.

I had nothing to do with the death of Neville Dupayne or the girl in the trunk.

May I have a cup of tea?

- Was it all about sex for your husband, Mrs.

Godby?

Divorced after only two and a half years of marriage.

Divorce granted on the grounds of your husband's adultery.

- I was glad to see the back of my husband.

For me, it was only ever a marriage of convenience, an escape from home.

My husband was a fool.

He's dead now.

He didn't know the first thing about me, and father too.

Always lavishing attention on my little sister, who was delightfully pretty.

He never saw the strength he had in me.

Women like me are overlooked-- plain, prim, and invisible.

Who could blame me for using that to my advantage?

- Quite some advantage, too.

Tens of thousands in the bank.

Not bad for a receptionist.

So far, we've identified eight five-figure payments arriving into your account over the last seven years, all from offshore accounts.

We could only conclude that you've been periodically extorting money from members of the 98.

- You may conclude whatever you wish.

- We'll prove it.

- Oh, she speaks.

- It'll only take one to break ranks.

And then it will all come tumbling down.

- Your execution of the murders was almost exemplary, wearing gloves, wiping prints.

You only missed two, by the way.

I'd be interested to know whether your use of the Murder Room cases was premeditated or improvised.

Either way, you must have thought it was your lucky day when the man fleeing the scene mentioned a bonfire.

[chuckles] We've had some luck, too.

Your most recent victim, Mrs.

Clutton, she survived.

- Tally was attacked?

- She's recovering in hospital.

I should be allowed to interview her in just over an hour.

She'll be able to tell me why she made a 999 call just before she was hit.

- The circumstantial evidence is mounting, your claim not to recognize Cecilia Mellock, for example.

And then there's the sweep we're doing of your house and car.

I expect we'll find traces of petrol in the boot transferred from the overalls I assume you wore.

- You won't.

- Well, perhaps we'll find something else-- soil from Tally's garden transferred from the bucket you used to throw the petrol.

We know you made one mistake.

You will have made more.

- They deserved it.

[intriguing music] Arrogant, dismissive.

But they saw me in the end.

You know, even if you do succeed in building your case, you'll find very little appetite from your superiors or the judiciary to put me in a courtroom, to put me on the stand.

I do know so very much.

You'd be the most unpopular officer in the history of Scotland Yard.

- I've always felt that popularity was overrated.

Good work, both of you.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Cheers, sir.

Do you think she's right, sir?

The powers that be will block her prosecution?

Cut her some sort of deal?

It wouldn't surprise me.

[soft music] Hey, you see this?

He's in danger of getting famous.

He's a dark horse.

[emotional music] - I've just been with the commissioner.

I told him I'd resign unless Muriel Godby is prosecuted.

- You did?

- Honestly, I've been planning to go anywhere.

The poetry-- my publisher has plans for me.

- So you're leaving?

- I'm not.

Godby will stand trial.

There will be damage.

They'll have to deal with it.

They'd rather keep me on the inside.

I have a vision of myself without this job, disappearing down emotional dark tunnels, writing myself into despair.

I need something to hold me to the world.

- Well, good.

Because we need you.

- I've accepted a promotion-- commander.

More importantly, I've recommended you for a promotion-- detective inspector.

The Commissioner agreed.

- Right.

- Technically, you could stay on my team.

Or you could move to a team where you'd have more responsibility of your own.

You're ready, more than ready.

- I am.

I am, thanks to you.

If I were to move away from the Met, I'd be in charge of a lot more people, wouldn't I?

The promotion would really count.

- Yes, that's right.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Kate.

You should be happy.

- I will be, sir.

[chatter] [phone rings] - Here's your coffee, sir.

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