-Neighbor called it in at 2317.

Said she heard yelling and then a loud bang.

-Gunshot?

-Patio doors smashing.

She runs the PR.

Mrs.

and Mrs.

Romano, that's all hers.

-Robyn's missing.

-Have you spoken to Luca?

-Luca?

-My son.

-We have a third party.

-And a possible kidnapping or abduction.

You found the car?

-Uh-huh.

Near Sheepcote Lane in Battersea.

-We found this pendant.

Ran it through lab analysis but didn't pull anything useful off it.

-Robyn Romano's savings account.

Last November, she deposited £300,000 into it, only it didn't stay for long.

-There's a patterned bruise in the skin, overlying the fracture, small indentations close together.

-Tonight is the launch party for our new cookbook.

-The murder weapon.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Sighs ] Mmm!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Breathing heavily ] -Hey, Usain Bolt.

-This is a surprise.

-Mm.

Sweaty kiss.

-Oh, sorry.

-So... So?

Date night.

-I forgot.

-Yeah, that I realized.

-Are you mad at me?

You're mad at me.

-You know, on the way over here, I rehearsed a speech.

-Ooh.

Ooh, a speech.

-Yeah.

The crux of which was that I was sorely disappointed... and hungry.

And now I'm here, I'm just hungry.

-You know... They serve pizza in the bar.

-Is it any good?

-Pfft!

-I mean, it's edible.

-[ Chuckles ] That'll do.

Something with meat for me and...margarita?

-I love you.

-Yeah, whatever.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Security footage shows Luca Romano leaving the restaurant at 19:05.

Robyn Romano seems upset with him.

Bollocks!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Thank you for coming in, Mr.

Thompson.

We'll try to keep this brief.

-Where were you between 11 and midnight on Friday?

-Friday.

Let's see.

Early evening, I had an engagement with a gallery owner I know.

-And after that?

-I was at my office until the early hours with my legal team.

I'll give you their details.

-Thank you.

-Except you weren't there all evening, were you?

Because this is you at 20:43 on Friday, leaving La Famiglia Romano restaurant.

-Oh.

-Yes, "Oh."

-Maybe you can explain that to us.

Mr.

Thompson, what were you doing there?

-Uh... -Dear Shamsie, kindly request a search warrant for Mr.

Thompson's properties.

-[ Scoffs ] There's no need.

-Why were you there?

And why did you just lie to us?

-[ Sighs ] I didn't want to scupper anything.

The contracts are ready to go.

-What contracts?

-For the restaurant.

On Friday, I was there finalizing the details.

-What details?

-I'm in the process of purchasing it.

-Julia Romano is selling you her family business?

-Yeah.

I'm planning to franchise it.

-How much is that deal worth?

-Around 3.5... ...million.

-Yes.

Thank you.

-It's hot property.

-Half a million followers.

Runaway bestseller.

Now, all this publicity, I mean... -How did Robyn feel about the sale?

Did she try to stop it?

-Not at all.

Look, I'm not forcing anyone's hand here.

Julia and Robyn were both completely behind it.

-So are we going to discuss the elephant in the room?

-Well, your OAP race.

You'll walk it.

You're the youngest in your heat.

-How do you know I'm the youngest?

Oh, Jess.

So, are you going to cheer me on?

-Um... -You bloody are.

-Mm.

-So what about the other elephant?

-What did you think of him?

-He's bloody gorgeous.

Max, I'm kidding.

-I knew that.

-Kidding.

-Pri.

I've been running background checks on the restaurant staff.

Came across something you might find interesting.

-The P60 for Lanfranco Astori.

-A-ha!

♪♪ -Robyn Romano?

-That's me.

♪♪ -Sign here please.

♪♪ Where do you want 'em?

-Uh, just over here, please.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I didn't want the staff knowing till it was a done deal.

Mr.

Thompson promised that he would keep them all on.

It was a last resort.

I had hoped it might inspire Luca to turn things around, to bring us close again.

I've spent my life trying to save the restaurant, battling against the tearing down of old Chelsea.

I promised my father I'd never sell.

-I did the same with my dad's bookshop.

-Last of their kind.

We were going traveling.

That was the plan.

-I'll see if they're ready.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cellphone unlocks ] [ Typing ] ♪♪ -Hello.

You've reached Astrid.

Please leave a message.

[ Beep ] -Hi, Asti.

It's me.

I was hoping to catch you.

The thing is... The thing is... Never mind.

-There's another reason why I didn't tell you about the restaurant sale.

My ex-husband is still on the paperwork.

He has a stake in the business, and I don't want him benefiting from what Robyn and I built together.

-Do you know where he is now?

-15 years ago, I was working every hour trying to keep the restaurant open.

I came home one day and David was gone.

Luca was seven.

His father left without a note.

Never called.

Took the best part of two years, but I found him living outside Cork under a different name, his mother's maiden name.

As far as I know, he's still there, alive and well, living with his partner and their three daughters.

I begged him to call Luca, but every Christmas and birthday I would buy Luca a present and sign it "From Dad."

False hope.

I'm good at that.

Robyn was too.

I think she was helping Luca try to find his father.

She didn't know the truth.

How do I explain to Luca that to his father, he doesn't exist?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door opens ] -Thank you for coming in, Mr.

Astori.

-Wasn't aware it was a request.

-How are you doing today, Andrew?

Or do you prefer Andy?

-[ Chuckles ] Who's Andrew?

-South Milan.

Was it?

According to your P60, Lanfranco Astori is 24 years old.

Where as you, Andrew Stafford were born June 5, 1969.

-Bloody hell.

Look.

I'm lying low, that's all.

Got myself into a bit of a pickle.

-What kind of a pickle?

-The kind that comes with extortionate interest.

-You're working under a false identity to hide from debt collectors.

-It's a real identity.

Lanfranco's this lad I know in Coventry.

It's all above board.

I've got an email from him saying I can use it.

-And Robyn found out about this?

So she terminates your employment.

And then last Friday, after work, you pop over to Robyn's house, have a quick chat about it.

-No.

After I finished work, I went to my girlfriend's.

-Look.

Okay.

Yeah.

Robyn found out about it, and we made a deal.

I'll go quietly, she wouldn't report it.

Avoid the bad publicity.

After I'd done her a favor too.

-What favor?

-Got her that watch back, didn't I?

-When was this?

-Last week.

Nix asked me if I'd help her flog a watch.

[ Scoffs ] Like I'm that stupid.

I knew Luca had nicked it, so I told him to give it back to Robyn.

Ungrateful cow.

God rest her soul.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hello, Nix.

How are you doing?

-Can I help you?

-How's Luca?

Is he in?

-Luca?

No.

-Oh, not to worry.

We'll wait.

There's a warrant and a battering ram on the way.

They said about 10 minutes.

-Yeah.

No, but I'll hurry them up.

-Yeah, why not?

This is a murder investigation.

We found the body of Robyn Romano yesterday.

-He's asleep on the sofa.

-I'll wake him up.

-He was waiting when I got home from work on Friday.

-What time was that?

-Like, 11:15.

-Why didn't you tell us that before?

-Oh, and get done for possession or whatever?

-We're going to need the clothes he was wearing.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ We believe Robyn Romano was attacked at her home on Friday night.

At the bottom of the garden, we found footprints from a pair of shoes identical to yours.

Were you there?

We found this in Robyn's car.

Is this yours?

-No.

-Quite a collection of Adidas in your wardrobe.

-Whenever I fall out with Mum, Robyn takes me shopping.

Her way of keeping the peace.

Emotional bribery.

-That's a lot of shoes.

-A lot of falling out.

-Over what?

-Money.

Restaurant.

My father.

You know about him?

She promised when I turned 21, she'd tell me where he was.

Robyn was helping me look for him.

Did she suffer?

-You were at the house on Friday night.

-[ Sniffles ] Why were you there?

Seeing what you could nick?

-I didn't even see Robyn.

I let myself in the back, but she came home early, so I jumped over the garden wall, legged it straight to Nix.

-What time was that?

-9:45.

There's cameras everywhere if you don't believe me.

-We're checking.

What do you think happened to Robyn?

[ Knock on door ] -Soles from his trainers match the footprints from the garden.

But there's no blood on his clothes.

-He didn't do it.

-Jess did some more digging into the financials and found this.

I've called Mrs.

Dalton in for a chat.

♪♪ Thank you for coming in, Mrs.

Dalton.

-What's this about?

-Please have a seat.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I think you should take this.

-It's regarding the £300,000 that was deposited into your wife's account six months ago.

-Multiple transactions, which we believe Robyn tried to disguise using a variety of online payment methods.

-In total, over four months, Robyn spent £294,567.

We've requested details on those transactions, but we're hoping you can speed things up.

-I'm sorry.

It's the first I've heard of this.

-The £300,000 was from this remortgage loan.

In your joint names.

-I've never seen this before.

-How do you explain this, Mrs.

Dalton?

♪♪ ♪♪ That is your signature.

♪♪ -I didn't sign this.

-Julia-- -I didn't!

-Robyn asked me to sign it.

I didn't even look at it, though.

-You had no idea what it was?

-Robyn turned up for work and said, "Will you sign something for me?"

And so I did.

-Did Julia know about it?

-No, no.

Um, she asked me not to tell her.

-Did Robyn tell you she'd forged your signature?

-It explains why you're selling the business.

To pay off this debt.

-These trips to Hammersmith began the same time as these transactions.

Can you shed some light on this?

Beth?

-No.

♪♪ -Is it possible that Robyn was in a relationship with Beth?

-What?!

No.

No, of course not!

♪♪ -Hi, this is Beth.

Please leave a message.

[ Beep ] -Beth.

What the hell were you and my wife up to?

Whatever it was, I deserve to know.

Call me.

♪♪ ♪♪ Ahh!

[ Sobbing ] [ Cellphone chimes, buzzes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Remember when the book first came out, it hardly sold.

And you were upset because you thought it flopped.

Then Robyn suggested that we buy a few copies to get a buzz going.

Every few weeks, she'd buy more.

And then she'd drive a van-load to a bulk recycling place in Hammersmith.

-Robyn bought a bestseller?

-She was gonna tell you, once you'd sold the restaurant.

She was going to come clean and ask you to pay off the 300 grand from the profit.

It worked.

Her plan worked.

And, Julia, she did it for you.

This is all for you.

-CCTV from the World's End confirms Luca's alibi.

Beth and Jonno were at the restaurant until midnight.

Lanfranco?

-A -- his girlfriend confirmed that he was at hers from just after 11:00.

And B -- he's too stupid.

-And Julia was talking to our officers whilst Robyn's body was being dumped.

-Don't mind us.

-Sorry.

New trainers are pinching.

Max?

-Whenever Luca got upset, Robyn would take him shoe-shopping.

Her way of keeping the peace.

Those "Lou Boot" shoes, the ones with red soles.

-Christian Louboutin?

-Are they expensive?

-Hideously.

-So a junior chef wearing a pair?

-You own a pair of Christian Louboutin trainers?

-I own a lot of trainers.

-Did Robyn buy them for you?

-No.

-According to Robyn Romano's credit card statement, three days before she died, she bought a pair of those trainers from Harrods.

They were size 7.

Gift-wrapped, too.

-What size are you, Nix?

-I didn't want anything to do with this.

Last week, I came in early, and I walked in on Robyn and Jonno arguing.

Like top of their lungs.

Jonno was furious.

He was asking Robyn when the royalties were coming in.

He said he was sick of waiting.

She bought me the trainers so I wouldn't mention it to Julia.

Are you gonna, I don't know, impound 'em?

-No, you can keep 'em.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -They're the same recipes.

They reused them in the new book.

They're Jonno's recipe's.

-But according to Beth, he was at the restaurant until midnight.

-At least that's what Beth told us.

♪♪ -Ciao, food lovers!

Mrs.

Romano here from the beating heart of Romano's restaurant.

This is our head chef, cousin Jonno.

-And here comes beautiful Beth!

-Hi.

♪♪ -Jonno and Beth.

-About midnight.

Jonno locked up after me.

-We think you're lying.

Has Jonno talked about what happened that night?

-No.

-Have you asked him about Robyn?

-Why would I?

-I take it your husband doesn't know about you and Jonno?

-Recognize this?

-We found it in Robyn's car -Oh, God.

-Is it yours?

-It was a... a gift for Jonno.

I gave it him the day, um... the day that Robyn died.

♪♪ -Got it.

Connor says his phone pinged a mast in Uxbridge.

-Alert all units.

Suspect, Jonno Romano, wanted in connection with the murder of Robyn Romano.

Driving a blue Honda CRV.

Sierra Yankee Zero Five Foxtrot Foxtrot Tango.

-Received.

-Over there.

♪♪ ♪♪ -No sign of him.

-I'll call it in.

-He's at the lake.

♪♪ -There he is.

-I'm going to talk to him.

-Max.

Max!

♪♪ ♪♪ -All right?

Mind if I join you?

♪♪ ♪♪ Good of Beth to give you an alibi.

We didn't pick up on that.

You and her.

She didn't want to believe you had anything to do with what happened to Robyn.

-Back up's on its way.

♪♪ -We found the necklace Beth gave you.

That's what you were looking for in Julia's house?

Why you sent that e-mail to get her out.

You must have been desperate.

You didn't drop it in the house.

It was in Robyn's car.

♪♪ ♪♪ -We were gonna run the restaurant together, me and Beth.

She was leaving her husband.

As soon as my royalties came through, I was gonna make my pitch.

I knew Luca couldn't care less about the place.

I was next in line.

-40-odd thousand copies sold at 20 quid a pop.

That's 800,000.

How much were you due to earn from the royalties?

-50.

50 grand.

Robyn forgot she'd ever promised it.

She stood there in that house and said there was no money, told me I'd have to wait.

She'd pay me when the sale of the business went through.

-You were never on their radar.

-I'm a Romano.

I'm family.

They never even asked me.

No, I saw them talking to that bloke so, um, I went round after work to ask Robyn about it.

[ Chuckles ] She thought I was worried about losing my job.

Told me not to worry.

I could carry on working in the kitchen under the new owner.

So I told her my plans.

My ideas and... ...she laughed.

She laughed at me.

♪♪ -So what did you do?

-Picked something up.

I didn't even know what it was, and I swung.

Missed, smashed the window.

And then I... [ Sobs ] I hit her.

♪♪ I...tried to save her.

I, um, I was taking her to hospital, but, uh, it was too late.

It was too late.

♪♪ -So instead, you brought her here.

♪♪ We're dredging this tomorrow.

Will we find that hammer?

-Jonno.

[ Grunting ] -Oh, God, I'm sorry.

-I'm so sorry.

-It's all right, it's okay.

-[ Grunts ] ♪♪ [ Siren chirps ] ♪♪ [ Police radio chatter ] ♪♪ -Good job.

-Thanks.

-Brilliant.

Thanks.

-Your welcome.

Hey.

I'm okay.

-He's a chef, Max.

Of course he's got a bloody knife.

-Well, I know that now.

I suppose I could still clap one-handed.

It is tonight right, yeah, your veterans race?

-It's all right.

You're off the hook.

-Oh, thanks.

I really didn't want to go.

-Right.

-[ Gasps ] Luca.

-Mum.

I've... Have you eaten?

I thought I could just rustle us something to eat.

If you like.

♪♪ -Yes.

I'd like that.

[ Sobs ] -[ Door opens ] -Hey!

-[ Door closes ] -You're going to be late.

What time's your competition?

-I thought we'd have a date night instead.

-Really?

-Chinese?

♪♪ ♪♪ -I love you.

-I know.

♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪ -What happened to your hand?

-Occupational hazard.

What do you want?

♪♪ -He'll give you a fair price for the books.

-Is your phone broken?

You couldn't text me this?

-I was passing.

-You weren't passing.

-I was.

-In your boyfriend's Porsche.

-For the record, Patrick and I are not dating.

He was interested in my gallery, but I told him it was not for sale.

-We used to laugh at rich pricks like him in their expensive shoes and thousand-pound suits.

-Not everyone thinks it's a crime to buy nice things, Max.

-Take away his money, his good looks, and his charm, what are you left with?

-You.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪