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"She sorrowed into death,

tracks of tears like cuttings
on her skin.

That look I didn't know,
it was reproach.

You take my treasure
and my blood,

the part of me that's yours,
and watch me go.

The wanted part.

You stand and watch me go
into the last sighting."

Hey!
You see that?

You see that?

Nice one.

That was good.

Thought it was gonna smash,
but it didn't.

What?

"And the night is
rendered still by her departure.

No sound, no screams
to halt the oncoming glare."

"The Christmas tree's magic
seemed to be wearing out.

It must be getting closer
to morning.

Benji knew that the tree's magic
only worked at night.

What a great adventure
Benji was having,

but he lost track of time.

How would he get back
to the front door on time?

Benji was trying..."

"I stand aside.

A mouth of scree...

...a choke of swallowed words."

Well, I think we all need
a moment after that,

and then we'll begin
the interrogation, Adam.

Good morning, Inspector.

Morning. Early enough
for you, Mr. Howarth?

You came along for the ride,
then?

It's not very often
we get the director of the lab

on the scene.

I told the staff I wanted to
follow the next murder,

familiarize myself
with their work.

You couldn't have picked
a more straightforward one.

Domestic, 99% certain.

Even the murder weapon
was ready and waiting.

Keep out of the way!

What is this place, anyway?

Oh, yeah.
You're not a local.

They call it a clunch pit.

They used to dig chalk out
of the ground here for building.

It's a dismal place to die.

Hey, Doc.

Sorry.
I got here as soon as I could.

Nice of you to join us.

So are you actually going
to prioritize this one, then?

Only you said that
about the last murder,

and I was sitting on my hands
for a week.

I'll get started.

If you've got any complaints
about my lab,

put them in writing
with detailed evidence.

Your lab?

I thought Mr. Howarth
is the new boss.

Of the facility, not my lab.

- Same difference.
- He's right.

The biology lab
is Dr. Lorrimer's domain.

Christ. He's even worse
than bloody usual.

I assume that you want...

What is his problem, anyway?

I have no idea.

We need to talk about this.

Not now.

Okay, lads. Let's get cracking.

Screens and cordons.

- Brenda.
- Good morning, Mr. Howarth.

And I need to speak
to the surveyors.

What are you doing?

I thought I could make a start
on the swab.

Leave it.
I'll do it.

At least then it'll be done
properly.

- Good night.
- See you tomorrow. Night.

All right. You coming, John?

Yeah. On my way.

Mr. Howarth asked me
to tell you he's leaving now.

And?

Stop it.

Stop it!

What do you want?

America is a hard nut to crack.

It's also an enormous market.
We should be proud.

I know you won't read
what they're saying,

but 18,000 copies sold
in two weeks.

So the U.S. office are pushing
for a tour --

five or six of the major cities.

A tour.

Poetry is the new rock 'n' roll.

You could follow
in the footsteps of Dylan T.

Hardly.

You could.
It would be a blast.

Everything would be set up
for you.

Fall --
That's autumn to you and me --

starting in New York.

I have a job, Blanche.

No.
You have twojobs.

And this one's getting bigger
and wants attention.

Last year, you said
you were thinking of stopping

the policing.

That's a trick I play on myself
sometimes.

I tell myself I can stop
so that I can keep going.

Why do you need to keep going?

Sorry.

Honestly, I'm not sure.

- Well...

...if there's any chance
you could stop,

might stop...
this would be the time.

Ride that wave.

We have a few weeks.

Can I tell them
you're thinking about it?

All right.

Excuse me. There's a phone call
for you, sir.

Scotland Yard.

Dalgliesh.

Why us, sir? This job.

The commissioner's
anxious about it.

Hoggatts laboratory
is privately owned.

The evidence
from almost every investigation

in the region is sent there.

A murder or possible break-in,
it affects confidence.

Have you been to Norfolk before?

No.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh?

Yes.
This is D.S. Miskin.

Maximillian Howarth.

I'm the director.
Please.

The staff are in the library.
D.I. Doyle's orders.

New building?

Yes.
Ten years in the planning.

This one's barely fit
for purpose.

Built as a private house.

Dr. Lorrimer was
our senior forensic biologist.

He's worked here for 15 years.

I assume you knew
him, too, Dr. Rollinson.

Oh, yes.

We've worked on dozens of cases
together.

I asked the local GP to come
and do the initial exam with me.

I thought that would be
for the best.

Good.

So, time of death between 7:00
and 10:00 p.m. last night,

possibly 11:00.

Looks like a single
swinging blow

delivered when Lorrimer turned
his back,

and the mallet would fit
as a weapon.

Would the assailant
be bloodstained?

Probably not.

The blood appears
to have flowed steadily

without any preliminary
splashing.

Would it have needed
a lot of force?

Not especially.
A woman could have managed it.

I was about to say that
I'll know more after the PM,

but I take it that you'll --

We'll be making arrangements
to have that done elsewhere.

- Who found the body?
- Brenda.

Brenda Pridmore.
She's our clerical officer.

Poor girl's only 18.

How long was she alone with him?

Not more than a few moments,
I should say.

I was alone with him for a brief
time after I called the police.

Yes, briefly.

I'm sorry,
but I'm due at the hospital.

Do you need anything else
from me now?

An alibi?

You do want an alibi.

A simple witness statement --

where you were last night,
when you last saw Dr. Lorrimer.

When you arrived, everything was
locked and alarmed as normal?

Yes.
It's very strange.

And we've noticed
nothing missing,

no other sign of a break-in.

Who else has keys
apart from you?

Lorrimer.

And then there's one kept
in the wall safe in there

and one held
at the police station.

This is the only door we use.

The back door's closed off.

- You arrived at what time?
- 8:25.

Brenda arrived
as I was opening up.

I was seeing to the alarm
when Lorrimer's father rang,

asking if he was here.

He hadn't come home last night.

Brenda took the call
and ran upstairs to check and...

Well...

That's the only one
in the building

which isn't kept locked.

Is it usually ajar?

Yes, but it's far too high up
to access.

But in theory, someone could
have got in or out through there

without triggering an alarm.

Well, there's nothing
on the other side

except for a sheer wall
and a 20-foot drop

down to the roof
of the incinerator shed.

Would a cleaner have come in
last night?

Yes. We have a cleaner for
an hour at the end of every day.

Looks like someone was sick
in there.

Those are his keys to the lab.

I'm glad to be
handing this one over.

It's weird when you know them.

AndI'm up to my eyes.

On the cases he was working on?

Mostly.

That was our murder weapon --
at least that's

what he was supposed to be
confirming for us.

And the cases?

Young woman
found dead two nights ago

in the clunch pit --
quarry north of the town.

Head caved in.

We reckon it was the husband.

Found a note from a fancy man
in her bag.

Both the gentlemen have been
in custody since yesterday.

So is it possible

that someone was trying to get
to the evidence,

stop Dr. Lorrimer
from examining it?

Like who?

As I said,
suspects are both in custody.

And if someone wasdoing that,
why would they leave the mallet?

Next of kin was the father.
Is that right?

Yeah.
We just left him.

Pretty sure he's not all there.

He reckons he called here
and spoke to Lorrimer

at a quarter to 9:00 last night.

Which pushes back
the time of death.

Yeah, but it might not be true.

There's one other relative.

A cousin -- Angela Foley.

She actually works here.
Howarth's secretary.

I called her to get her to come
over and look after the old man.

She didn't sound thrilled,
but she's over there now.

Anything else
we need to know about?

I reckon that's it.

Will you be needing these, two?
Because --

Yes.

Let's get the body moved.

Then I want a thorough search
of the building --

any possible access points
we haven't considered.

And I want a search
of the grounds --

any footprints, tire tracks.

There's what looks
like dried vomit

in the first sink
in the men's toilets.

- Take a sample, please.
- We'll be sending forensics

- to the lab at the Yard.
- Yes, sir.

I don't want to speak ill
of the dead,

but he was a miserable,
arrogant pain in the arse,

especially lately.

You won't be short of suspects.

When you came downstairs

after seeing the body, had any
other members of staff arrived?

No. Clifford Bradley arrived
while I was calling the police.

He's our junior biologist.

Then it was Miss Foley,
my secretary.

- Dr. Lorrimer's cousin?
- Yes.

I had no idea they were related
until today.

But then, I've been here
less than eight months, so...

You were an external
appointment?

Yes. I was at the Darwin Centre
in London before this.

One could say I was headhunted.

Hoggatts is good,
but it's slow.

Or at least it was.

And then there's the new build
to oversee.

The board felt the place needed
a manager

rather than a scientist.

Would Lorrimer have wanted
the job?

He did want it.

He showed a little
low-level resentment,

but nothing
I couldn't deal with.

He was a first-rate biologist,

but he wouldn't have made
a good director.

He, uh, struggled to get on
with people.

Do you know if there was
anything in particular

which had been troubling him
lately?

No.
I'm afraid I don't.

I've never seen
a dead body before.

Funny, all the stuff
that comes in here.

I'm responsible
for signing everything in

with the police liaison --
blood, fluids.

We even had a hand in
a few weeks ago.

- Did you touch the body, Brenda?
- No.

I could just see
that he was dead.

You waited in the hall
while Mr. Howarth went upstairs.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

Could anyone have come past you,

left through the front door,
perhaps?

I don't think so.

I was shocked,
but I didn't faint or anything.

Do you think the murderer
was still there

when I went upstairs?

Don't say that.

How did you spend
yesterday evening?

Actually, I played violin at
a concert in the local village.

My attempt to embed myself
in the community.

My sister was there watching --
Domenica.

- Surname?
- Howarth.

She isn't married.
She lives with me.

What time did you arrive?

Uh, half past 7:00.

Domenica wasn't feeling well,
so we left as soon as we could.

We got home at 9:30
and went to bed around 10:30.

Did you have dinner
before the concert?

Yes.
A light supper.

What did you eat?

Oh. I-I see.
This is because of the...

An omelet, some green salad,
and a glass of Chablis.

I really liked Dr. Lorrimer.

He was nice to me.

He showed a real interest.

In what way?

I-I don't mean anything,
you know...

He tried to teach me things,

said I should get some A-levels,
science,

and maybe go to a college.

No one's ever said anything
like that to me before.

Mum and Dad are great, but they
just want me to get married.

They don't like
that I'm working here.

And they'll like it even less
now.

Do you live at home?

Yes.
We have a farm.

What time did you leave work
yesterday?

About 6:00, the normal time.

And where did you go?

I cycled home.

What time did you arrive there?

About 25 past.

It used to be quicker
because there was a shortcut

through the grounds
up to the lane.

But I'm not allowed
to go that way anymore

because of the building works.

Were you at home
all of yesterday evening?

Yes.
I don't go out midweek.

Had your mum made a nice dinner?

Yeah.

Yeah. Chicken and chips.

Come in, Mr. Bradley.

We need your help.

You worked closely
with Dr. Lorrimer, I understand.

Can you tell us what he was in
the middle of doing last night?

He was running a test --
electrophoresis --

grouping a sample
of the victim's blood

and the blood from
the suspected murder weapon.

- I'm not sure why that's gone.
- That's okay.

How long had you worked
with him?

Eighteen months.

I'm not long qualified.
This is my first job.

Did you enjoy working under him?

Yes.

Yeah.
He was brilliant.

I learned a lot from him.

He didn't suffer fools, but then
maybe that's how it should be.

How had he seemed recently?

Any particular worries
he'd mentioned?

No.

What time did you leave
the lab yesterday?

6:00.
I went straight home.

We've just had our first baby.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

My mother-in-law was there.

She stayed on for some dinner
and...

Do you mind telling me
what you ate?

Why?

It was
one of those chicken curries

you make using a packet,
you know?

Uh...I took my mother-in-law to
the bus stop for the 9:00 bus.

Got back quickly as I could.

The baby's got colic.

Two different tread patterns.

A mismatch.
That one's new to me.

It could be a Semperit.

We rarely see it.

Identify the brands
and start by ruling out any cars

belonging to the staff.

There's no reason
why they should park here

when there's a car park
at the front.

And talk to
all the local garages.

They should have records or at
least remember the combinations.

Yes, sir.

Thoughts?

It seems like it has to be
someone he knows.

Why admit a stranger
or turn his back on a stranger?

The alternative is that someone
with keys to the lab

let themselves in, crept
upstairs, and surprised him.

Or someone didn't even
leave work, just lay in wait,

knowing there'd be
a murder weapon to hand.

If it was someone without keys,

they must have used Lorrimer's
set to lock up after themselves,

then found a way to replace them
on the body

before D.I. Doyle arrived.

And they'd have to set
the alarm.

It all points to someone
connected to the lab.

Angela Foley?

D.S. Miskin.

This is Chief Inspector
Dalgliesh.

I've been waiting hours.

I phoned the priest
from the church he went to,

apparently,
and he said he'll be over soon.

So can I go?

We're sorry for your loss.

We need to ask you
some questions.

This is Stella Mawson.

Hi. The devil makes work
and all that.

I'd rather she stayed with me,
if that's allowed.

At this stage, yes.

What other stages
do you anticipate?

I understand you work
at Hoggatts laboratory.

I'm Mr. Howarth's P.A.

What time did you
arrive at work this morning?

8:40, as usual.

Mr. Howarth tells me
that you know the combination

for the key safe in the office.

It's my job to know.

We checked this morning to make
sure the keys were still there.

What time was that?

About 10 minutes
after I arrived.

You must see quite a lot
of your cousin at work.

He was around, but we had
nothing to do with each other.

And I've got nothing to do with
the old man upstairs either.

He was my grandma's brother.
That's it.

I told D.I. Doyle this.
I didn't grow up in the family.

I grew up
in local authority care.

I've never considered him
as family.

When was the last time you saw
or spoke to Dr. Lorrimer?

Yesterday.
It was 6:00.

I went up to the lab to tell him

Mr. Howarth was leaving
for the night.

Did he say anything?

No.

I've only ever had one
proper conversation with him.

Years ago, when my grandma died,
she left all her money to him.

But she said he should leave it
to me one day

unless he'd had children.

Sons.

Only the sons count.

So I-I came here
to ask him if he'd consider

giving me a share of the money
straightaway,

and he said no.

So now that Dr. Lorrimer
is dead,

it's your understanding
that you inherit how much?

About £30,000.

You'll have to ask
the solicitor.

Probably more now.

I doubt crusty old Edmund's
been living it up.

We know what you're thinking.

I doubt that, Miss Mawson.

We were together all evening
and all night, so...

MR.
Is that them?!

Is that correct, Miss Foley?

Uh, yes.

Incredibly disciplined.

But where's his heart?

Edmund was quite a scholar,
wasn't he?

You must be very proud of him.

Oh, he is a scholar, sir.
Not many know that.

Did he have any good friends?

A girlfriend, perhaps?

Oh, not him.
No.

There were that woman,
of course.

That were a rum do.

Which woman was that?

Oh, I don't know.

On the telephone
a few weeks back.

Edmund were in the bath,
so I picked the thing up.

She started off straightaway,
yeah,

whispering that something
was going on.

The -- The can being burned
and she had the numbers.

And then these numbers!

Well, how am I supposed to
remember them?

Do you mean something like a...
a telephone number

or a-a date?

Oh, five or six numbers.

I remember the last two --
18 and 40.

First houses I lived in.

Can you remember
what her voice sounded like?

Did she have an accent?
Was she young or old?

MR. She sounded
excited, I would say.

No.

Conspiratorial.
She sounded conspiratorial.

Did you talk to Edmund
about the call?

I did. He...
He said nothing.

He were always secretive,
even as a lad.

Did he ever have a place
that he liked to hide things --

inside the house or outside?

Things that he wished
to keep private?

MR.
This was my grandfather's desk.

- He showed Edmund once.

I remember.

He was in love.

With Domenica Howarth.

Dalgliesh.

Is your sister in?

Why?

If this is about the, uh,
thing she had with Lorrimer,

then I promise you that --

I asked you
if you knew of anything

which had been troubling him
recently.

Well, I didn't think
it was relevant.

It's fine.

Let's get this over with.

Oh, Lord. Are those the drafts?

God, I always suspected
he'd been practicing.

The ones he did send
went in the bin.

Sorry you've had to read those,
his whinings.

More of a cri du coeur,
wouldn't you say?

How did you first meet?

We met in church, weirdly.

I'm a thoroughly lapsed
Catholic,

but I was in what passes
for a town around here.

I saw St. Benedict's, and...
he happened to be in there.

We made the connection about Max
and the lab.

I made the mistake of imagining
there was something interesting

beneath that repressed exterior.

There was a clumsy, desperate
sort of need, I suppose.

But essentially...he was boring.

So after a few weeks,
I finished it.

Where would you meet?

Is that relevant?

We both have cars.

His is particularly roomy.

God knows there are plenty
of secluded spots around here.

Did anyone else know
about the affair?

No.
I'm certain of that.

And it wasn't an affair.

I told my brother,
of course.

I didn't want Lorrimer thinking
he could wield power over him.

Max wasn't thrilled, but he knew
it wouldn't last long.

Max was right about you.
You areunexpected.

Not at all like
the local coppers.

Nor are you, come to that.

Did you ever telephone Dr.
Lorrimer to make an arrangement?

No.
I don't even know his number.

We'd arrange our next meeting
when we saw each other.

So the number 18 or 40 have
any significance for you,

particularly in relation
to him?

No, none.

Have any reason to go
near the lab last night?

No.

Where were you last night?

Listening to Max fiddling
at his concert.

We left around 9:00, 9:15.

Came home and went to bed.

I had a headache.

These are passionate,
vehement letters.

His feelings for you
were profound.

It's clear he'd never felt
such emotion before

and was desperate for
the relationship to continue.

Did he try to see you
or harass you in any way?

No.

You're judging me.

I don't judge people.

Do you want me to say
10 Hail Marys?

The results
of the background checks.

Nothing on anyone
who works at the lab.

Nothing on Stella Mawson.

I've asked them
to check Domenica.

Did you believe her --
that she never phoned him?

I think so.

But we can't rule her out
as our mystery caller.

Priorities for tomorrow.

We set up a search
of all the lab's case files,

any case Lorrimer worked on

which includes the numbers 18
and 40.

Anything involving cans
or canisters.

Cannabis?

Yes.
I'll see the solicitor.

Keep Mercer on the tires.

And we start checking alibis.

What was it like
growing up in care?

We've never really talked
about it.

There's not much to say.
It's lonely.

I resented other children
'cause they had mothers.

Never grown out of that.

It's pathetic.

I even resent Brenda
on reception

'cause she's so obviously loved
and she's got a proper home.

So have you now.

And soon no one will be able
to take that away from us.

Another one, sir?

Not for me, thanks.

Come on. Throw it. That's it.

That's good.

My dad's not in.

That's all right.

My name is Dalgliesh.
I'm a police officer.

It's actually your housekeeper,
Miss Willard, I've --

You shouldn't talk to her.
She lies about everything.

And she steals Daddy's alcohol.

Police have come for you.

Stealing sherry.

Yes. Dr. Rollinson was here
all evening on Tuesday.

Uh, h-he arrived home
at around quarter past 7:00.

And he didn't go out again,
even briefly?

Oh, no.
No, no, no. No.

He would have told me
because of the children.

That's my primary role, watching
them when he's called away.

William's a little angel.

But Nell --
Well, you saw.

School holidays are a trial,
frankly.

But then they're missing
their mother,

so one has to show
understanding.

What happened to their mother?

Well, I'm afraid she ran off

with one of Dr. Rollinson's
colleagues from the hospital.

He was devastated!

But then, to my mind,
a woman like that,

she wasn't worthy of him.

There's a divorce under way,
I believe.

It's tragic, really.
Shameful.

Father Gregory at St. Benedict's
mentioned that Dr. Lorrimer

sometimes drove you
to Sunday Mass.

Yes, sometimes.

The bus service is so poor.

He'd pick me up if I was waiting
at the end of the lane.

Not that he was happy about it.

It was very much
Father Gregory's prompting.

I was once five minutes late,
and he'd gone.

Did you ever telephone him?
To make the arrangement.

No, no, no.
Nothing so organized.

I oughtn't to say this,

and of course I'm horrified
by what's happened to him,

but...he wasa very
off-putting man.

He barely spoke a word to me.

Daddy! Daddy!

Hello! Hello, you two.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Steady.
Steady now, little one.

There you go.

Nice to see you.

Ah. Chief Inspector.
Got everything you needed?

- Yes, thank you.
- Daddy.

Had the PM results yet?

Tomorrow.

- Come away.
- Okay. Okay.

Sorry.

Sorry.

William?

Husband's clobber.
Clunch pit.

Right.
Okay.

What's going on?

Oh, they started looking through
loads of old case files.

I'm supposed to be putting
all these away.

But I ended up reading them.
They're great.

They're like all the mysteries
that you see on TV.

You're in this one.

Do you remember it?

Not really.
Starring role, eh?

- Yes.
-

Is the lead officer
on that case available?

I'll hold.

Right. Okay.

I've just been with Major Hunt,
Dr. Lorrimer's solicitor.

I'm afraid I have to tell you
that your cousin

didn't leave you any money
in his will.

He left everything
to his father,

with the exception of £5,000,
which he left to someone else.

That can't be right.
It just --

That isn't right.

He changed his will
only last week.

Why?

The solicitor wasn't certain,

but he said Dr. Lorrimer
seemed to disapprove

of Miss Foley's friendship
with you.

-
- Who else?

You said he left money
to someone else.

Who?

Brenda Pridmore.

Brenda Pridmore,
the girl who works on reception?

How fucking predictable.

He said the money
is for her education.

Interesting euphemism.

He could only have known her
what, five minutes?

Did either of you speak to
Edmund Lorrimer about the money

or the will at any time
over the last few months?

No.

If it's true that he
took against your relationship,

I'm wondering...when he had
the opportunity to do so.

Can you leave now, please?

I saw the sign outside.

Do you own this place
or rent it?

Rent.

So, are you going to put in
an offer?

Right.

We did.
It was rejected.

- Star.
- We can't afford this place.

That's fine.
We'll find somewhere else.

You seem very settled here.

The solicitor tells me
you're a novelist.

And as a writer,
I should have thought

the last thing you would want
is to have to move.

What would you know about that?

You think what?

We found out there was
a new will in the offing

and tried to kill him
before he made it?

But then -- "Oh, dear.
Too late."

Will you go now, please?

Perhaps it's Brenda Pridmore
you should be speaking to.

It doesn't rule them out.

They might still have
another possible motive.

Yes.

Tough on Angela, though.

Her family's last chance
to do something for her.

I know what it's like
when you realize no one's there

to give you a break.

I can't believe
Brenda's involved.

I spoke with her mother earlier,
and she confirmed her alibi.

She was with her parents
at the farm.

Sir, you've just had
a call from the Yard.

Results of those tests
on the vomit are in.

Tuesday morning, Lorrimer...

he told me he'd just completed
my annual report

and he was going to hand it in
to Mr. Howarth the next day.

He told me it was bad,

that he'd questioned
my competence about everything.

I tried telling him that I only
made a mess of things

when he was watching.

He made me so nervous.

A report like that means
they could get rid of me

and no other lab
would look at me.

I told my wife.

She said I should try again
with him, confront him.

I knew he was working late,

so after I dropped my mum-in-law
at the bus stop,

I came back here.

What time was that exactly?

A few minutes after 9:00.

Mr. Bradley,
I'm going to ask you again.

Are you sure you don't want to
call a lawyer?

I -- I, uh, rang the bell,
and he let me in.

We came up here.

I tried to plead with him,
but he was in a foul mood.

He wouldn't even look at me.

And then he just suddenly
started shouting,

telling me I was
a useless biologist,

a hindrance,
that I was in the wrong job.

I felt...

Ugh.
I couldn't stand it.

Jesus.

I run to the toilets.

I was sick.

A Semperit? Yes.

I fitted the tire myself.

- Are you sure?
- Mm.

- Positive?
- Aye.

Have you got a phone?

There.

How long did you stay
in the toilets?

About 10 minutes, I think.

I started to feel...angry.

It was all so bloody wrong.

And I decided
I was gonna tell him.

So I splashed some water
on my face,

came back here, but...

...he was dead.

And...I panicked.

I thought someone was gonna come
at me, so I ran.

I'm sorry.

I just ran out of the building.

And there was this car
with its headlights on.

Right there.
Right on me.

It's registered to your missus.

No, no, no. I've got to
phone it in because I--

Listen.

Because I'm not the only one
who bloody knows,

and I'm not getting dragged
into this.

They're onto you.

So this is your heads-up, right?

I'll wait half an hour,
and that's it.

I suppose we should eat
something.

Where are you going?

It's going to be all right.

- W--
- This is our home.

Knowledge is power.

What do you mean?
Where are you going?

Don't worry.
And don't follow me.

Love you.

Stella, w--

The car --
Could you tell what make it was?

Could you tell who was driving?

It was too bright.

I ran for the trees,

worked my way along the wall
and out of the gates.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

I didn't kill him.

They're sure?

Good night, Mr. Howarth.

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

D.I. Doyle.
Where is he?

I don't think he's in, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

No one seems to know
where he is.

Hello?

Help!

Help!
Please!

Help me.