♪ That poor girl they found on the moor, do they know who killed her yet?

You know I can't tell you that, Annie.

So, is this going to be a permanent arrangement?

Freelance consultant-- whatever that means these days.

At least I've only myself to answer to.

Well, as long as you're all right with it.

Well, you know, it's the only thing I've really ever been good at.

Quick livener before you go?

Yeah.

Why not?

Remember James Mallors?

Manager at the Palace Hotel?

Yeah.

Hasn't been in for a while.

Hmm.

Turns out the dead girl is one of his chambermaids.

I think he's hiding something.

Fancies himself as a bit of a charmer.

Ugh, always gave me the creeps.

Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

That's what I think.

Oh, rehearsals-- Thursday, 9:00 sharp.

- Don't be late.

- I'm not senile yet, girl.

[Laughs] ♪ [Door squeaks open] [Footsteps approach] Man: Carol.

Walk with me a sec.

We've taken statements from Harry Graylish's house guests.

They all confirm he was with them that weekend.

Well, he easily could have slipped out.

His wife can also vouch for his whereabouts.

She's clearly covering for him.

Well, unless you can find me some evidence, we've got nothing to tie him to Gabriela's murder.

Keep me updated, all right?

Yeah.

[Gentle piano music] Ridley, what I've found in my experience is it's the way to keep a business going.

Middle-aged men with time on their hands.

Per diems covered by company expenses.

I'm assuming Gabriela was on the payroll.

If I'm not mistaken, this photograph was taken in this bar, the bar that you said was out of bounds.

These girls come over here on the promise of cleaning work.

They rarely pass up the chance to earn some extra pin money.

Really?

And what exactly does that entail?

They talk, that's all.

Just a bit of easy company.

You're practically pimping them out, man.

As long as the guests keep paying for drinks, then everyone's happy.

And is Harry Graylish one of these guests?

A man in my position...

It pays to be discreet.

Well, while you're covering for him, we'll bring in the Immigration Enforcement unit, we'll close this hotel down.

There'll be a full audit.

We charge you 20 grand for every illegal worker you have.

What about that?

And compromise an old friend?

An old friend?

You're breaking the law, Jimmy.

You're breaking the law.

I ran a background check on Harry Graylish.

Bit of a misspent youth.

The drink-driving charges that cost you your license.

The fast cars.

Parties.

The unsuitable women.

- I put all that behind me.

- Oh, yeah, the dedicated family man who just so happens to be playing away.

Spare me the moral high ground.

It won't wash. She was working here illegally.

She wasn't even Italian.

She grew up near Rome.

We made plans to visit.

She was telling you a pack of lies, Mr. Graylish.

But maybe you already knew that.

I should really get home to my wife.

Well, we know where you are.

If there's any pressing developments.

Mallors: Harry noticed Gabriela in the bar one evening.

Asked me if I'd make an introduction.

Right.

And you felt obliged to indulge him, did you?

He's not a man you say no to.

How long was this going on?

A couple of months.

It was clear he was smitten.

He'd set her up with a flat where they could meet.

She even had her own key.

Did you warn Harry Graylish that we were onto him?

Uh...

I called him to tell him that she was dead shortly after you left the hotel.

I can practically see you helping him clean up the mess.

Oh, come off it, Ridley!

You don't seriously believe that.

Have you no conscience?

She was working for you.

You should have been looking after her.

Gabriela knew the score.

She was a chambermaid who bagged herself a bit of money.

Listen, she had her head bashed in, her body was dumped up on the moor, and instead of being straight with me, you were looking after your own back!

[Breathes deeply] Graylish didn't kill her.

He hasn't got it in him.

Well, I hope so, for your sake.

Because if not, we are going to be charging you with obstructing a murder inquiry.

♪ Night Jar: You're watching "The Kill List," and another update on the Gabriela Baldoni murder case.

Kit: In recent developments gleaned from DI Ridley, police have now confirmed that the dead woman was in fact an Albanian national working here illegally.

Night Jar: So what are we thinking here, Doom Dog?

Drugs?

Sex trafficking?

Organized crime?

Well, Night Jar, we're not ruling anything out.

Though the case has took an unexpected twist tonight, with police questioning a person of interest-- Harry Graylish, CEO of Graylish Enterprises.

Looks like he could be in the frame for her murder.

♪ [Keypad beeps] [Gate buzzer] ♪ [Keys jangle] ♪ So, Mallors introduced Gabriela to Graylish in the bar of the Palace Hotel and according to him, it developed into something more than just a fling.

And when did he tell you all this?

Last night, when I went to see him.

He was introducing his girls to the guests.

He was probably fleecing them for drinks as well, knowing him-- another one of his scams.

He also told me Graylish had a flat in Sebdon village.

Proper little love nest for the both of them.

Well, maybe if you'd told me all of this last night, I would have had something to push back on with Graylish.

I just think we should get a warrant and search the place.

But on what grounds?

He came in for a voluntary interview.

Well, maybe we'll find something that we can pin on him.

Hmm.

He won't like that.

He gets a bit antsy.

Sounds like somebody with something to hide.

DCI's on the warpath.

I'd make myself scarce... Ridley, Carol, get in here!

Harry Graylish is all over the internet.

His name was posted on a true-crime forum.

That's the first I've heard of it.

Doom Dog cites his source as a retired ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.

He even gets a name check.

Well, this is Kit McKellen.

Nice lad.

Thinks he's a bit of a sleuth.

What, and you've been indulging him?

Well, I mean, you know, I might have tipped him the wink about a couple of developments, but I certainly didn't give him Harry Graylish.

Wouldn't surprise me if he sues us for libel.

You could do worse than listen to what the lad has to say.

These web sleuths are time-sucking nuisances!

May I respectfully remind you we've got an unsolved murder, we've got a victim with no name, and a sociopathic killer running rings round us?

OK, maybe if we all just calm down...

I warned you, didn't I?

I said he couldn't be trusted.

Yeah, well, it's nice to know you've both got so much faith in me.

I'm gonna have to smooth things over with Graylish, not to mention the Super.

Don't do it on my account.

As far as I'm concerned, he's up to his eyes in it.

Get out of my office, Ridley.

♪ Ridley: A refit is the best way to get to know a boat.

Something that's been neglected, written off... restored to its former glory.

Step back at the end of the day, sun behind you, contented look on your face.

Job well done.

I'm not sure how this'll hold up.

Look, I've told you, Jack.

Those bits are temporary.

Wouldn't it be easier to just buy a new one?

Yes.

It would.

But this boat is beyond sentimental value to me.

It was my wife's idea.

Mum says you never talk about 'em.

[Car approaches] Oh... My mum's had a bust-up.

Yeah, she told me she had words with Geri.

I'm sure she'll be home soon.

Why?

Where's she gone?

Mum takes her for granted sometimes.

Hiya.

Don't worry.

These things happen.

It'll be all right.

Thought you might want a lift.

I'm on my bike.

That's all right.

We'll stick it in the back of the car.

Yeah, you go ahead.

I'll tidy up.

No worries.

I hope he hasn't outstayed his welcome.

No, not at all.

He's a great lad.

Yeah.

I've managed to calm things down with Goodwin.

I'm sure if you offered an apology... Ha!

You know that is not going to happen.

And you're entirely blameless, as usual.

I would never compromise a case.

You know that.

We recovered files off Stewart Daley's laptop.

Foreign nationals with suspected fake IDs.

It's going to take us a while to get through them.

Yeah, well, you know, Gabriela--maybe she's just one of those people who didn't want to be found.

Changes her name.

Finds herself in a foreign country.

Just slips between the cracks.

Mispers didn't give us any matches.

You know, you could do worse than bring in Kit McKellen.

That website he's got has got loads of missing-persons posts.

Goodwin would never go for it.

An informal briefing, you know.

He's smart, he comes up with stuff.

It's worth a go.

I'll get Darren to set up a meeting.

Let's regroup tomorrow morning, clean slate-- that is, if you can tear yourself away from this.

- Not bad, is it?

- [Laughs] See you.

Oh, Jack, come here.

I'll do it.

[Jazz music] [Ridley hums] [Music ends] Ridley: Pick it up tomorrow.

Sounded good.

Yeah, yeah.

The guys are brilliant.

But for God's sake, don't tell them.

Good musicians cost money, you know.

Shouldn't you be down at the station this morning?

Yeah.

I think they can get along without me.

You walked.

Not exactly, no.

Oh, are you going to tell me what happened or shouldn't I ask?

Oh, I don't know.

I just think things have moved on since my day, Annie.

Oh!

You mean Carol...calling the shots.

Yeah.

That as well, yeah.

It's gonna take some getting used to.

Well, you did the right thing, going back there.

Yeah, well, the boat keeps me busy, but I did need something else.

- I'll head off, I think.

- Yeah.

See you guys.

Woman: I'll see you.

Man: See you.

[Door opens] ♪ Don't you dare pull a stunt like that on me again, you understand?

Yeah.

The only reason you're not handed over to the authorities is because I still think you've got something to offer.

Right?

- Yeah.

- OK. Let's go and do this briefing.

OK.

Morning.

♪ So, we...narrowed down a list of potential matches.

Could be worth looking through the list of names.

Women of Albanian extraction who have been reported missing on the website in the past 3 years.

Gabriela's profile was posted on Interpol.

We didn't get any matches.

Those profiles are notoriously inaccurate.

Often, they bear very little resemblance to the face of the actual victim.

Gabriela's hair was bleached.

That fact alone could have - skewed any searches.

- That's true.

And if we have to make our inquiries to the Albanian police, that could take weeks.

I like to pick a random UID, though.

UID?

It's...unidentified decedent.

It...

It don't matter.

It's... just a crime-solving acronym.

What's important is if you look at a face, you experience an emotional response.

Yeah?

But when you turn the face upside down, the response becomes more objective.

I'm sorry, I don't see how this is moving things forward.

I...I make a note of any vital statistics-- height, hair color, weight.

And then I make a note of any unique features-- veneers, broken bones, tattoos.

The space between the chin and the nose is vital.

And then I just compare it with any missing-person reports.

Like...a dating website for dead people.

Right.

Well, we will work our way through those names and see if it matches any of the photos that we found on Stewart Daley's laptop.

Wait.

I haven't shown you the algorithms.

Darren: Some other time, eh?

Cheers, Ridley.

Cops are skeptical at the best of times.

I'd take what they say with a pinch of salt.

Come on.

- Web sleuths are worse.

- Yeah?

These true-crime communities are awash with competitive drama.

It was worth a try.

Thanks for coming in.

I'm happy to help--as long as it gives us some new leads.

Yeah.

Is that where it all happens, then?

- The incident room?

- Yeah.

PC Glover here will see you out.

Oh, yeah.

- Who called it in?

- One of the cab... We've had a breakthrough.

One of the taxi firms.

Look, a cab driver picked up a fare that matched Gabriela's description.

The rank outside the hotel the night she disappeared.

So why haven't we brought him in?

Dispatch are still tracking his address.

Do we know where he took her?

Yeah.

Up out to Sebdon village.

Thanks, Darren.

[Sirens] ♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪ Wendy: Ridley.

Looks like blood.

Ridley: We have a statement from a taxi driver saying that he dropped Gabriela off in Sebdon village at 9 p.m. on the last night that she was seen alive.

Harry: I have no idea what she was doing there.

I think she was meeting you.

I've already told you, I didn't see Gabriela that weekend.

This is Gabriela's mobile phone.

It was found in the bedroom of a flat that you own on Saxon Road.

Well, she might have left it there.

On the night she was murdered?

She could have let herself in at any time.

The same mobile was used to text Elena Mondelo to reassure her that Gabriela was safe and well.

But we know that she was already dead by then.

- Well, I didn't send it.

- Also in the drawer we found a hoodie--navy blue-- which matches the fibers that were found on Gabriela's body.

I opened those drawers in the bedroom.

I would have seen them.

Oh.

So you were in the flat recently, then?

Hmm?

Look, I...I...

oh...

I might have gone...there yesterday.

Er... I-I needed some space, you know, - somewhere to think.

- Look...Harry... we also found blood on the premises which forensics confirm as Gabriela's.

What?

So you can see how I am assuming that you went back to that flat to clean up some incriminating evidence that connected you to the murder.

I didn't clean up anything!

Someone is setting me up!

Look, I think that you've actually found out what she was like, that she was demanding, that she may have been sleeping with someone else.

But she was definitely playing Harry Graylish.

You went back to break it off, but she wasn't having any of it.

Am I right?

[Breathes deeply] I could never have hurt Gabriela.

I loved her.

Pretty convenient, don't you think?

First she was a fling and now she's the love of his life.

Yeah.

Sounded pretty genuine, though.

He's got form as a serial philanderer.

Yes.

He's also got an alibi for the window of the murder.

His wife.

Do we believe her?

Do we believe him?

Take a seat.

So, did your husband tell you that he was having an affair?

He didn't need to.

The signs were all there.

Discretion is hardly Harry's forte.

He was never going to leave me.

And all this.

The one certainty I always held on to.

[Faint chatter nearby] [Car approaches] I caught sight of the headlights from the kitchen window.

♪ She was younger than I expected.

I want to see Harry.

You won't be seeing my husband again.

You think he can just throw me aside when it suits him?

He promised he would look after me.

Well... Harry's promises have never accounted for much.

You will never make him happy!

Not the way I can!

♪ Part of me wanted to take her inside and show him up for the man he really was.

Instead, I sent her packing.

♪ I did everything I could to save face.

And did you tell your husband about this encounter?

The situation had been dealt with.

We've recovered some forensic evidence that links him to Gabriela's murder.

Ridley: If you're covering for him, that's a serious crime.

He went out early... on the Sunday... before the house had even woken up.

Said he needed to go to the office.

The office in Sowerton?

He was gone an hour at the most.

Back before breakfast.

Carol: We've got enough on Graylish to take this to the CPS.

The alibi is shot to pieces.

He doesn't fit the profile of a sociopath.

To hell with his profile!

Her blood was in his flat.

Negligible traces of blood.

Inconsistent with a blunt trauma injury.

What, you really think someone planted it there?

It all feels a bit tidy to me.

[Sigh] He's an arrogant, puffed-up misogynist.

My gut tells me that he did it.

Even his wife has her doubts.

Jack tells me that Geri's left the house.

Is that right?

She'll be home soon enough.

She's just so good at the mum thing, you know.

Like she's...she's got this special connection with Jack.

And sometimes I...

I just feel like - I'm surplus to requirements.

- Yeah, you know, sometimes in this job... you just forget the things that matter.

[Phone buzzes] It's Goodwin.

Yeah.

Got to be off.

Hold on.

Are you going to tell me where you're going?

No.

♪ [Door buzzer] [Door clangs] Beginning to think you weren't coming.

You've lost weight.

Ha.

Stomach hasn't been right.

The food in here is inedible.

Nurse gave me some aspirin.

Better look after yourself.

Well...I don't know what they expect.

Locked up in this place... bright lights and stinking latrines.

I shouldn't even be in here.

[Flannery sniffs] They asked me to go on a course-- to hold me to account.

Recognize the damage I've done to myself and others.

Restorative justice.

It's all the rage these days.

I told them about... your visits.

Been talking things through for months now.

The unfortunate... events of that night.

We're ahead of the game... you and me.

[Flannery exhales heavily] So... what's the talk on the seg wing?

That murder up on Brackenbed Moor.

It's a nasty business.

No arrests, then?

Still building a profile, you know.

So you thought you'd come to me for pointers?

Hard to second-guess a sociopath.

Sociopaths are fantasists.

They like to play games.

Lives tend to be pretty mundane.

Dead-end jobs.

Deprived of any meaningful stimulation.

Often...damaged by a previous traumatic event.

Slighted at some stage in their life.

Driven by a cloying need for approval.

We think this man knew the woman.

He'll be watching the case with zealous fanaticism.

Returning to the scene of the crime.

But his ego will get the better of him.

Sooner or later, he's going to make a mistake.

The flowers...

Lack of motive.

The flowers at the crime scene.

He knew about the flowers.

♪ Hi.

I'm looking for Kit McKellen, senior data analyst.

He's never a data analyst.

He's a filing clerk.

Is he still in the building?

He finished his shift 20 minutes ago.

Any chance of getting his home address?

♪ - Hiya.

- You're home early.

Couldn't leave you to fend - for yourself, could I?

- I'm 14.

Have you heard from your mum?

She called this morning just to check in.

Oh.

Right.

[Sigh] Look...

I know you spoke to Ridley about the baby thing.

I didn't mean to tell him.

It just kind of slipped out.

No, you're not in any trouble.

I just realized that we've been shutting you out.

So...I've decided that I'm going to cook us dinner... [Laughs] and we're going to sit down and we're going to talk, just the two of us.

- Why are you laughing?

- Nothing, nothing.

Fine.

Let's do it.

[Line rings] Flannery: Sociopaths are fantasists.

They like to play games.

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

Flannery: Lives tend to be pretty mundane.

Dead-end jobs.

Deprived of meaningful stimulation.

♪ Often damaged by a previous traumatic event.

Slighted at some stage in their life.

Purple columbine.

The emblem of deceived lovers.

Flannery: He'll be following this case with a zealous fanaticism.

Returning to the scene of the crime.

Has there been a murder, then?

[Line rings] Flannery: Even fleeting attachments become hugely significant.

Kit: We should pool our resources, make up a team.

Carol: This is DI Farman.

Please leave a message.

- [Beep] - Listen, I know who killed Gabriela.

It was Kit McKellen.

I'm on my way to his place now.

It's a cottage up in Erlingside Woods.

Probably gonna need backup.

[Phone buzzes] - I'll do those.

- I'm OK.

I should cook more often.

Once in a blue moon is more than enough!

[Chuckles] So, how would you feel if we did decide to have another baby?

Do we really need to talk about this now?

Well, it's just...

It's a big change, that's all.

You mean a big change for you.

That's not fair.

I guess I could baby-sit sometimes, take it for walks and stuff.

OK. That's good to know.

Because, you know, babies, they can be pretty full-on.

I think I'd be cool with it-- if it meant you were home more.

- I'll dry.

- There's more.

[Phone buzzes] ♪ [Dog barks] ♪ [Shivers] [Phone ringing] [Music and chatter] [Line rings] [Phone rings] Hello?

Stewart?

Stewart?

Oh, Stewart's not here.

It's Kit.

[Sniffs] I need him to pick me up.

Wait, wait.

Tell me where you are.

- I'll come and get you.

- I don't know where I am.

♪ Kit: Must've been a real bind... to lose them both like that.

[Slow music on TV] I don't get it.

I think it's supposed to be artistic.

Why don't you try Mum again?

OK.

I'll give her a call.

♪ I'll be back in a minute.

I followed your case with some interest.

I almost felt as if I knew you.

No.

You don't know me, Kit.

I knew you'd get there in the end, though.

When did you realize?

That I'd...?

I remembered that you mentioned the flowers at the crime scene.

We didn't tell the public that.

- Stupid.

- Yeah.

Careless.

[Phone buzzes] Those...passport forgeries, they're... they're really good.

[Chuckles] I taught myself to work with intaglio ink... watermarks, random fibers.

Works of art.

Stewart dismissed me as some sort of joke.

I'm not.

This con would have been nothing without me.

Another job for you.

You might want to knock a couple of years - off her age.

- It'll take me a few days.

End of tomorrow.

♪ Kit: I created Gabriela-- you know.

Gave her a name, a history.

She already had a name, Kit.

You don't get it.

I made her something special.

We were meant to be together.

I...I wanted to tell her from the moment I set eyes on her.

♪ Here.

I'd better put the case in the back for you.

I can manage.

Yeah.

You all right?

Everyone else abandoned her.

I picked her up.

Brought her here.

Somewhere warm, somewhere safe.

Something to drink?

A beer?

Yeah.

I'm going to try and ring Stewart again.

I'm...I'm going to have to stay somewhere tonight.

No need.

Have you seen my phone?

Er, no.

No.

♪ Zoti im!

- No, no, no.

- [Shrieks] - Shush!

- Stop!

If she hadn't have seen the photos... and started screaming...

Please...shh-shh-shh!

She said I was crazy.

I...I'm not.

But I couldn't let her go.

I was only trying to calm her down.

[Whimpers and screams] Her skull was smashed in, Kit.

And everything you've done since has been to cover your tracks.

That ID you planted on the moor, the text you sent to Elena.

Pinning it all on Harry Graylish.

No sign of remorse.

Graylish didn't deserve her!

He didn't deserve her.

She was too good for Graylish.

I set everything up.

And he ruined it.

He...he...he ruined it.

♪ [Sobs] It must have been awful for you at that time... when your mum died.

I just wanted her to love me.

That's all I wanted.

That's all we all want, Kit.

That's all we all want.

I can help you, Kit.

Get somebody to talk to you, you know.

[Sirens] But you're going to have to come down to the station.

Will you do that?

Yeah.

Good lad.

♪ Mind your head.

[Car door closes] [Car door closes] Carol: Those profiles you shared with us in the briefing-- were any of them Gabriela's?

I thought if I gave you those other names, - some missing faces... - It would buy you some time?

You knew who Gabriela was.

You knew where she came from.

And yet you sat there and you lied to us.

I didn't want to share her with anyone.

She was already dead, Kit.

We talked.

On the way back from Sebdon, she told me things she ain't never told anyone-- places she'd seen, where she came from.

Carol: We know she was born in Berat, Albania.

She said it was beautiful, just hidden away in the mountains.

Did she say why she left?

For a better life.

She was sick of cleaning rooms.

Her feet were swollen.

Her shoes were too tight.

She said no one in England ever listened to her.

I did.

I listened.

She said she loved the sunshine.

You misread the signals, Kit.

I thought if I told her who I was, what I did for her, she-she would see I was different... she would feel the same way I felt.

Gabriela had a family, Kit-- people who are missing her, people who need to be told.

What's her name, Kit?

The name her mother gave her?

Mina.

Her name's Mina Albescu.

We've got a result from misper.

She left her home town of Berat 15 years ago.

Didn't get on with her dad.

She's been missing for 15 years?

Yeah.

Her family always assumed that she was safe somewhere.

Yeah, she was.

Until she ran into Kit McKellen.

I'll get someone from the murder team to contact Albanian police.

They can make arrangements for a formal identification.

[Sigh] He was hiding in plain sight.

I will never know how I didn't see that one coming.

The most important thing is you put him away.

- That's what matters.

- Hmm.

Are you going somewhere, Ridley?

Yeah.

My desk's been requisitioned.

Maybe we could find you a cupboard somewhere-- for the box.

Thank you, sir.

I've been thinking about how we should play this press briefing first thing tomorrow.

5-minute precis?

My office?

Yeah.

Actually... that's gonna have to wait.

I've got to get home.

Right.

[Door opens] [Slow music] ♪ As the dawn breaks ♪ ♪ Over roof slates ♪ ♪ Hope hung on every washing line ♪ ♪ As your heart aches ♪ ♪ Over life's fate ♪ ♪ I know we never had much time ♪ ♪ For us to give ♪ ♪ But we did ♪ ♪ There's something in those deep blue eyes ♪ ♪ As the light creeps over the houses ♪ ♪ And the slates are dark by rain ♪ ♪ In this morning's search for meaning ♪ ♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪ ♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪ ♪ And she's singing ♪ ♪ Just for me ♪ ♪ As the light creeps over the houses ♪ ♪ And the slates are dark by rain ♪ ♪ In this morning's search for meaning ♪ ♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪ ♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪ ♪ And she's singing just for me ♪ ♪ Oh, she's singing just for me ♪ ♪ A simple songbird's melody ♪ ♪