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Are we stopping at the usual place?

Can we?

Don't we always?

Better get a move on.

CAR ENGINE TURNING OVER

SCREAMS

It's like it's religious
or something.

Yes, I see what you mean.

Well, we know who he is.

Local man. Ezra Treglowen.

Gunshot wound to the chest,
close range.

But there's also this head wound.

We've got trainer prints, sir.
Pretty fresh.

Bit of a shock
to find him like this.

We'll miss him. He was always worth
a couple of convictions a year.

What for?
The usual.

He was breaking and entering
before he was out of short trousers.

In fact, I've known him off and on
since he was at borstal.

Any particular enemies?

Not that I know of.
He wasn't the type.

We can talk about this another time
if tha½t's better for you.

No. Let's get it over with.

Is that all right for you,
Mrs Miller?

Yes. Yes, whatever you like.

Right.

So, er...
So what time did you get here?

Oh, I'd say about two.

We always set out early to avoid
the worst of the Friday traffic.

From?
Sunbury.

M4, M5, straight down.
It's not a bad trip.

I'm Detective Superintendent
Wycliffe.

David Miller.

My wife, Angela.

Don't mind me. Just carry on.

So, er, you got here about two.

And when did you discover the body?

Soon after.
We were just unpacking a few things.

Angela went into the kitchen...

and there he was.

Oh, you found the body, Mrs Miller?

Do either of you know who he is?

No. No idea.

Well, we haven't formally identified
the body yet,

but we think his name
is Ezra Treglowen.

Does that mean anything
to either of you? No.

So you've never heard of him
or seen him before?

No.

Yeah, well, that takes care of that.
Um...

It's a lovely house.

Must have taken a lot of work.

Yeah, over the years.

I'm an architect, so...

Oh!

Yes, well,
it's a good advertisement, then.

Erm, you get a good view
of the place from the road.

Have you been broken into?

No, but the security's...

Well, I built it all in myself,
obviously.

Now, our neighbours, the Howells...
I don't know how many times.

Which is funny, really,
because their place is such a tip.

If I was a burglar...

Yeah, I'm waffling. I'm sorry.

This is all a bit...

No, no, no. That's all right.

Yes. Not much more.
How often do you come down here?

As often as possible.

Sometimes two or three times
a month.

And the last time was?

About five weeks ago.
In the middle of last month.

Did anything out of the ordinary
happen then?

What d'you mean?

You mean, did we find a body
at the kitchen door?

LAUGHS

We got more of those notes.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

Notes.

Bits of paper
pushed through the door.

I don't think that's got anything
to do with it.

What sort of notes?

It's a lot of fuss over nothing.

Signs, all the same.

You still got them?

One.

Could we, er...?
Mm.

I'd asked her to throw them away.
It's so ridiculous.

Will you put it on the table,
please?

It's obviously the work of a crank.

And this wasn't the only one
you say?

Yes. One just the same, and
others saying, "We're watching you."

There are people that don't like
outsiders. That's all it is.

Frankly, I can't see they'd
be stupid enough to murder somebody.

What about the time
I was nearly run over?

That was deliberate.
Oh, no, not again, please.

It was nothing.

Excuse me, sir,
you're wanted downstairs.

If you're asking me, this could be
interpreted as some kind of threat.

I'm not being pushed out
of my home by anyone.

Well, until we know a little more,

I would suggest that you both move
somewhere else.

That's ridiculous!

No, I'd like to.
I don't want to stay here.

Look, we're staying
at the local hotel.

I'm sure they could put you up

until you find something
more suitable. Darling?

Oh, all right, all right.
If that's what you want.

JUST till this is sorted out.

Thanks.

Ruth... tell me about Ezra.

Ask your lot.

They saw more of him
than I ever did.

We just want to find who did it.

He was all right.

He got into trouble,
fights an' that...

but he was good.

D'you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah.

No, you don't! He'd got a record.

He was marked out.

Every time he tried to do anything
with his life,

it was like he had it stamped
on his forehead.

Criminal.

He was treated like a criminal,
so that's what he turned into.

No-one give him a chance.

Did he have a job?

He applied
for High Sheriff of Cornwall (!)

But he didn't get it.

What I meant was,
did he have any income?

Not that I saw.

He liked the horses and the cards.

Spent his life in The Bamboo.

No income, only outcome.

Did he owe money to anyone?

Course he did!

He never said how much,
and he never said who to.

Why?
Cos I'd belt 'im, that's why!

It weren't just this pub.
Treglowen drank all over the place.

Yeah, but when he was in here,

did he drink with anyone
in particular?

Can't say he did.

Was he ever involved in any trouble?
No.

Right. Thanks for your time (!)

No problem.

Hello.

Haven't seen you here before.

That's because I haven't been here
before.

Can I buy you a drink?
No. Thank you.

My name's Colin.

Really? How nice for you (!)

Excuse me.

Good evening, madam.

Good evening. Detective Inspector.

Ah, yes, um... Miss Lane.

I'm the hotel manager,
Donald Wainwright.

May I say what a pleasure it is
to have you at the Hydro.

Your colleagues are all on
the first floor, the first.

All with a sea view.

Dinner commences at 6:30.

If you have any questions,
please, don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you.

Enjoy your stay.
Thanks.

It's all right, love, don't get
your poor mother out of the bath.

Just give her this number

and tell her I'll ring again
tomorrow.

So, how are you?

Er, Truro? Er...

I don't know, I might be.

Well, I'll see.

You're developing very expensive
tastes, young lady.

CREAKING

SHE SIGHS

ANSWERING MACHINE:
'..after the tone.'

PHONE BEEPS

Hi, it's Lucy.

Just thought I'd give you
the number of the hotel,

in case you wanted to phone me
or leave me a message.

It's, um, 01872 572101.

And I'm in room 29.

OK. Bye.

SHE SIGHS

I think it's lovely.

Let's make the most of it. Please.

What's the future
for a place like this, 'ey?

Bet it's not full
even in high season.

Everyone's in holiday homes.

Could you get the head waiter?
Excuse me. Come here, please.

I'm simply not having
this plate of food given to my wife.

It's freezing!
Well, don't just stand there!

Just, please,
could you take it away?

What d'you make of them?

I don't know.
Pretty typical, I'd say.

'Well, we were lucky.
The bullet was lodged in his spine.'

So you're looking for a .303 rifle
and some very old cartridges.

What, like an old Lee Enfield?

Mm. Looks like it.

He was shot at close range -
under two feet.

So your killer
was taking no chances.

What about the head wound?

A lump hammer, two-inch radius.

I'd hazard he was already
unconscious when he was shot.

What makes you say that?

The victim was lying on his back.

So, the killer stood over him
and then shot him?

It looks like it.

When did he die?

It appears that Treglowen
was killed four days ago...

and then he was taken
to the farmhouse

and nailed up there
the day before he was discovered.

That sounds as though whoever did it

knew when the Millers
were going to arrive.

Could be a coincidence.
Yes, sir, but if he was nailed up...

Yes, yes.
It does look like a threat.

Which brings me to this.

Has anyone seen one of these before?

I've never set eyes on one.

Well, I know it's not Mebyon Kernow.

They're legit. It's not their style.

Could be a local
with a grudge against newcomers?

I'll check that, then.

Right.
Thank you.

I'll take the Millers.

There's a link there.
We just haven't seen it, that's all.

OK, that's it.

That's a new one on me.

Have you got any local activists?

Well, I dunno. You could try...

What's that bloke, Henry?
You mean Thorne, sir?

That's the feller. Donald Thorne.

Usually catch him
in The Miners Arms.

Catch him doing what?

Just holding forth,
that sort of thing.

Seems harmless enough to me.

As a matter of fact, some of the
lads think he talks a lot of sense,

especially when the roads
start jamming up.

Maybe it's not working, sir.

KNOCKING

CHILDREN'S VOICES

Calm down!
I'll see, hang on. Stay there.

Oh, hi.
Your bell...

Oh, it hasn't worked for yonks.

No, it's not Uncle David.
Now, scram, the lot of you!

Sorry. What can I do?

Mr Howell?
Yeah.

I'm Detective Superintendent
Wycliffe.

This is Detective Sergeant Dixon.

Can we come in, please?
Yeah.

Darling!

Oh, watch where you put your feet!

Oh, don't worry.
It's only chocolate mousse.

My wife, Georgina.
Georgie, it's the police.

Something awful's happened
at David and Angela's.

They found a body.
CHILDREN SHOUTING

Outside! Come on, outside, now!

Oh, Dad!

Yes, when Mr and Mrs Miller
arrived yesterday,

they found the body
at the back of the house.

That's why he hasn't been over.

Was it an accident or...?

No, it's a murder investigation.

It's nothing to do
with David and Angela, obviously?

Well, that's what
we're trying to establish.

How long have you known them?

Since we first moved here.

Yeah, it must be ten years now,
at least.

Sorry. It's a shock.

You don't really expect murder
around here.

That's the whole point.

Who was it?

He's a local man
called Ezra Treglowen.

No.

So, er, tell me about the Millers.

Well, everyone'll tell you
the same thing. David's just great.

He adores the kids, and...
Well, he's like an uncle to them.

They love him.
He never misses their birthdays.

It was Toby's yesterday.
That's why they were expecting him.

And Angela... Well, she's wonderful.

Very kind.

What about Mr Miller's company?

I don't know much about that.

Doing well, though. Must be.
I mean, those two rake it in.

Marcus!
Well, it's true.

Actually, I think Angela's
the one with the money.

From her father.

What's Mr Miller's company called?

Oh, God, what is it?
Miller Project Consultants.

Yeah, that's it.

They were gonna quote me some work,
but we never got round to it.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Dosh flow dried up.

I'll get it!

Have you seen anyone suspicious
hanging round the area?

Well, I certainly haven't.

Nor me.

I'm sorry, I didn't realise...
That's all right.

No, we'll go into the other room.

No, no, no, no, no. You stay here.

Yeah, it's funny.
We were just talking about...

CHILDREN EXCLAIMING
It's all right! It's all right!

This one's for Toby,
but you've all got something.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

That one's for you...

Nice to see such enthusiasm,
isn't it?

Mm.

It's good psychology, though.

It's the big lad's birthday
but give them all a present.

David's very thorough.

Must have set him back a few bob.

It's only money.
It doesn't make people happy.

Try telling that to my two.

Do you love them?

CHATTERING

Yes, I do.

Well, that's all that matters.

Sir...

What is it?
Sorry, sir.

Where'd this come from?

Toby did it. Why?
Toby!

Yep.

Where'd you find this?
On the doormat.

I thought you'd drawn it.

Just the bits round the outside.

This red bit here, did you do this?

No. That was there already.

Yahoo!

What is it?
Looks like blood to me.

It's no good saying that tourism
is an industry.

What does it produce?
HE SCOFFS

Chaos.

We used to produce things.

We used to produce tin,
we used to produce copper.

We used to build ships
once upon a time.

Now, that's industry. Not serving
ice-creams to a lot of foreigners

who don't give a dam about
our future.

Well, they bring money in.

My next-door neighbour
sold his property

for loads more than it's worth.

That's fine if he wants to give up
and move out.

But what about our future?

What about his children
or your children?

Can they afford property any more?
No.

Our local youngsters,
born and bred in Cornwall,

are being driven out
by yuppies buying holiday homes.

HE SCOFFS
Do you think that's fair?

Anyway... who's for another drink?

Excuse me. Donald Thorne?
Who wants to know?

Detective Insp Kersey.

What can I do for you?

Yeah. I wondered
if you could help us with this?

Do you know what it is?
Does it mean anything to you?

No, but I know somebody who might.

Gary!

The police officer here wants
to know

if we've seen one of these before.

They've been delivered
to holiday homes.

We believe it could be
some sort of threat.

Well, it can't be anything
to do with us, then.

Don't get me wrong.

I want Cornwall for the Cornish,

but only by legal
and legitimate means. Sure.

I can't say fairer than that now,
can I?

You sure you haven't seen this man?

I haven't, I'm afraid, no.

Thanks very much for your help.
Thank you.

Hello there.
You're a police officer.

I didn't realise.

I left my uniform
at the dry-cleaners (!)

Are you investigating
this Treglowen business? Yes.

Well, maybe I can help you.

I'm a bit of a detective myself,
on the sly.

Are you saying you have information?

Maybe. Maybe not.

How about discussing it
over a cup of tea?

Ian!

Oh, I don't think
it'll need the three of us.

Gary Penhale. That's your man.

Why do you say that?

Because I know, that's why.

He's Treglowen's brother-in-law.

Treglowen made his sister's life
a misery.

That's what Gary's told me,
many's a time.

Did he ever say
he wanted to kill Treglowen?

Can't rightly recall. Maybe.

This is just hearsay.

For all I know, you may have
a grudge against Penhale.

What? He's a mate.

I'm only telling you what I heard
with my own ears.

What other evidence is there?

That's for you to find out.

Treglowen was shot, wasn't he?
Well...

Gary's got a rifle.
He keeps it under his bed.

How's that?

I think we need
a little more than that.

No, my treat.

If you've anything more concrete...

Oh, I'll find something, I'm sure.

Young, willing and able.
That's my motto.

So, when are you off-duty, then?

Do you know the reason why
CID officers wear plain clothes?

It's cos we're never off-duty.

I'll see you around.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Animal blood, not human.

Masses of fingerprints,
all from children.

Not much help there, I'm afraid.

I've just phoned a contact
at the Met.

He had a bit of a dig around.

According to him,
Miller Project Consultants

are a small loft conversion firm...

and they're in big
financial trouble,

which is not the picture
I've been getting at this end.

Excuse me, sir,
there's a call for you.

What about this Penhale business?

Depends on how much
you trust your contact.

Looked to me like he wanted
to develop a close working bond.

Yeah, but what's Penhale's link
with the Millers?

Yeah, you're right, Doug.

Murdering your brother-in-law's
one thing, but...

nailing him up at the door

of a complete stranger's
quite another.

That was Mr Howell. Come on, Doug.
We better get down there.

Yeah, he was in the bushes,
looking at the house.

And I went out, but he disappeared,
thankfully.

Georgie saw him later on.

If you don't mind,
I think we should stay here tonight,

see what happens.

Doug.
Sorry?

You take it.

There you are, sir.

Ah, Miss Lane. This arrived for you.

You obviously have an admirer.

And may I say, this comes
as no great surprise to me.

From Simon, is it?

No. My informant.

Quite the local Romeo,
your Mr Drake, isn't he?

What does he want now?
He has more information for me.

Mm. Over dinner, is this?

Doug... Shut up.

DOUG LAUGHS

Thanks for agreeing to all this,
Mr Miller.

Anything to help.

How's business?

How d'you mean?

Oh, I just wondered. You know...

I've got a friend who's a surveyor,
and, er...

things have been a bit tight
for him recently.

Luckily, I'm not a surveyor.

No.

So, erm... what sort of work
do you do, architecturally speaking?

Oh, anything that comes up.

Hotels, office blocks, houses.

Depends what people want.
Mm-hm. Sounds interesting.

It's a pity the conversion
fell through at the Howell's place.

Looks like they needed
the extra bedroom,

all those kids running about.

They seemed very pleased to see you.

Before you ask,
we couldn't have any.

I wasn't going to ask.

Well, everyone else does.

So there you are. Now you know.

Here you are, cup of coffee.

Thanks very much, Mrs Howell.
OK.

Sir, somebody's just had
a look at this place.

They're cutting through the field
at the back

and heading in you direction.

GLASS BREAKING

WHISPERS: Go! Go!

What's your name, young man?

I wasn't doin' anything!
Your name!

Gary Penhale.
Donald Thorne's friend, eh?

Get up!

Right, Mr Penhale,
I'd like you to come with us,

answer some questions.

You can't make me. I know the law.

Very well, if you insist.

Gary Penhale, I'm arresting you
for criminal damage.

You do not have to say anything,

but what you do say will be
taken down and used as evidence.

I'm just a delivery boy
for Mr Thorne, that's all.

And not a very good one, Gary.

You see, we checked around the area.

And most of the weekenders don't
seem to have been visited by you.

But the Millers...

Well, you can't keep away, can you?
Why's that, then?

What happened there
is nothing to do with me!

You really want them out,
don't you, Gary?

In view of the time,

I think my client could do
with some food and a rest.

He broke a window, for God's sake!

You can't hold him on a charge
of criminal damage. Bail him.

Listen, all I'm saying is it could
be more serious than it looks.

So go ahead
and make it more serious.

If you've got the evidence.

I'll see you later.

Well, well, well.

What an unexpected pleasure.

I got your message.

If you have more information...

First things first,
it's nearly closing time.

What are you having?
I can't stay.

All work and no play.
What do you do for fun?

I arrest people.

What about Penhale?
Have you arrested him?

You said you had more information.

Yeah. Well,
I've been having a think.

When did Treglowen die?
If you can tell me that,

then I can probably tell you
what Penhale was doing that night.

And have you checked his rifle yet?

We'd like to.

The thing is, we're only holding him
on criminal damage, so...

we can't search for a weapon.

You need more evidence, right?

Well, how's this...
I've got his motive.

Apart from hating Treglowen,
it's all to do with that house.

Go on.

Penhale and his sister grew up there
when it was a farm.

Old man Penhale sold it off
dirt-cheap just before the boom

cos he was in debt.

Now, Miller came along
and spent a load of money on it.

Changed everything.

Gary's been bitter about it
ever since.

He reckons it ought to be his.

Well, he's got to be the killer.

It's got to be Penhale.

So your informant is claiming
that Penhale killed Treglowen

because he made his sister's life
a misery? Mm-hm.

And then nailed him up
to scare off the Millers?

Yes, sir.

Two birds with one stone.

Mm. I can understand
his obsession with the building,

but is the lad really a killer?

But, er, if we arrested him
for murder...

We can test the gun, I know.

There's something wrong here.

The Millers are involved somewhere.
I can feel it.

I still think
we should go with Penhale.

At the moment, he's all we've got.

Well, OK. You win.

Give it a try.

Sarge!

We've tested your client's rifle,

and it's the same gun
that killed Treglowen.

The rifle was lying under the bed
for anyone to use.

Unlicensed and contravening
firearms regulations, I know,

but you've no proof that Gary fired
the shot that killed Treglowen.

We have the trainer print.
His trainer print.

Gary doesn't deny that he's been

to the Millers' farmhouse
delivering those notes.

The print was fresh, though.

If you'd be specific about the time
the murder took place,

I'm sure we could account
for Gary's whereabouts

and clear this up once and for all.
He's right!

Gary, we need to know what you were
up to last week, Monday to Thursday.

Now, that's every hour
of the day and night.

Easy. I was at work all day.

I've got witnesses for that.

And I was out drinking every night
till I was unconscious.

I couldn't have fired
a water-pistol, ask anyone.

Who were you drinking with?
A bloke called Colin Drake.

Did you talk to Drake
about Treglowen?

Yeah.

Did Drake ask you about him?

He seemed interested
we didn't get on.

Did Mr Drake
know where you kept the rifle?

Yeah, he did.

Interview terminated by Detective
Superintendent Wycliffe at 15:11.

Thank you, Gary.

I'm gonna release you
on police bail.

You'll be charged
with causing criminal damage.

And you will also be charged with
offences under the Firearms Act.

You will not be charged with murder.

Do you think I'm wrong
about the Millers?

I never said a word, sir.

It's just a feeling, that's all.

Something's not right.

Yeah, well, I can see they're not
happy. Then what couples are?

It's just a matter of time.

Did you enjoy your meal?

Yes, thank you.

I'm delighted to hear it.
I'm also delighted to say

that Thursday at the Hydro
is entertainments night.

It's one of the hotel's
long-standing tradition.

We find it helps to bring people
together.

Erm... I have a prior engagement.

That doesn't surprise me at all,
Miss Lane. Have a good evening.

Um... what sort of entertainments,
exactly?

Oh, parlour games.
That sort of thing.

The older guests love it.

They'd be so disappointed
if you didn't join in,

and so would I.

I'm very persistent, Mr Wycliffe.
I won't take no for an answer.

Are the Millers interested?
Oh, I believe so.

Then so are we.

APPLAUSE

Film.

And it's one word.

One word, did he say?

Swing?

Sway?

Patrick Swayze.

That's not a film!

Swing isn't a film either, is it?

Wobble!
"Wobble"?

What sort of films do you go to,
then?

That's what she's doing.
She's wobbling!

I give up.
It's very good, but I give up.

No stamina!

Um... Rigid!

Looks like it's my lucky night!

You know, you've got beautiful hair.

So I'm told.

In fact,
you're not bad-looking all round.

Shame you don't make more
of yourself.

SHE LAUGHS

You seem to spend your life
in this place.

No, not all my life.
I do other things.

Like what?
That'd be telling.

What do you do for a living?

This and that.
Meaning?

This and that!

You wouldn't have to tell anybody

you were a police officer,
would you?

Always asking the questions.
Still...

I suppose that's what you do
for a living.

I thought about it myself, once.

I liked the idea
of tracking someone down,

having them in your power.

You must get like that
when you know they've done it.

All you've got to do is prove it.
Make it stick.

That's just what it's like.

I'd be good at that.

I was right about Penhale, wasn't I?

Actually, he's been released.
On a technicality.

What technicality?

That he didn't do it.
What?!

I do all the work
and serve him up to you on a plate.

I don't believe it. He did it.
There wasn't enough.

Have you checked the rifle?

Yep.
And?

It was the murder weapon.

Well, there you are.
What more do you need?

He had motive, opportunity...

What do you mean, opportunity?
Did you check up?

He was at work all day,
and drinking all night. With you.

At least, that's what he said.

Yeah, that's right.
That's why I know he did it.

How do you know?

It's too late now, isn't it?
You let him go!

We can always re-arrest him,
if we get the evidence.

Yeah, sure (!)

How about coming in
and making a statement?

What? Down the nick?

It's voluntary, of course, but...

..if you've got hard evidence
that would convict Penhale,

then we'd like to hear it.

And if you haven't,
we're still looking.

It's like you were saying...

it can be satisfying
tracking someone down.

Especially when you know
they've done it.

All we have to do is prove it.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?
DOOR OPENS

Right.

Was that the phone?

No.

That's him.

CAR ENGINE TURNING OVER

Morning, Colin.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I thought you might like to know
we've arrested our prime suspect.

Yes, come in.

Thank you.

Who is it?

He's called Colin Drake.
Does that name mean anything to you?

No, I can't say it does.
Well...

Perhaps if I showed you
this photograph.

It's very recent.

No. I don't recognise him.

Are you sure?

Positive.

What if I showed you this?

It's not what you think.

David Miller...

I'm arresting you
for conspiracy to commit murder.

You don not have to say anything...
Darling?

Well, these magazines were hidden
in the tubes,

but apart from that,
nothing much yet.

Singles?

That's a bit premature, isn't it?

It was self-defence.
Treglowen attacked me first.

Why did he do that?

Oh. I don't know.
He was a drunken nutter.

He just went for me,
and I picked up the nearest thing.

A hammer.

I only meant to knock him out.
It was an accident.

But when you found he was dead...

you had to pin the blame
on someone else, like Gary Penhale.

Well, what do you expect?
I panicked.

I knew Treglowen and Penhale
didn't get on.

It was easy enough
to pin the blame on Penhale.

So, you got him drunk...

..took him back to his place...

..borrowed his rifle...

..and then shot Treglowen
through the chest?

Yeah, that's it.

But it was never murder.

I'm sure it'll turn out to be
a huge mistake.

My husband isn't a murderer.

You only have to look at him,
look at how he loves those children.

He's a bit tough on you,
though, sometimes, isn't he?

That's just his way. It's nothing.

I thought you looked a little upset
the other night.

He didn't mean it.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me?

OK, I'll let you
get on with your packing.

Yes. Packing...

Tidying up. That's what I'm best at.

I seemed to have spent my life
tidying up after him.

Lying for him, covering for him...

pretending everything was all right.

Look at these.

Bank statements.
Look at the money I give him.

I'm not supposed
to ask where it goes, but I know.

I heard him on the phone one night.
It was nothing. He was...

talked about getting rid of a CD,
or something.

But he sounded really urgent,
secretive.

Then he asked me
for even more money.

After he went out...

..I pushed the redial button
on the phone, and I knew.

The phone was answered
by a woman... called Ruth.

He's...

He's having an affair.

Um, I think it might be
a little more complicated than that.

Is this the phone number?
Yeah.

Yep, it's Ruth Treglowen.

And I think we know about the CD.

There's a pattern here.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Mr Miller,
was Colin Drake blackmailing you?

Yes, he was.
What about?

He found out that
I was planning to have an affair.

That's why
I had those magazines hidden away.

Mr Miller is referring to
a selection of singles magazines,

IP-1 to IP-9,

which were found this morning

during a search of
Penhallows Farm...

carried out in Mr Miller's presence.

It's hardly the stuff of blackmail,
though, is it?

Well, I didn't want anything
to happen to my marriage.

You mean, you don't want a divorce?

That's right!

Why did you want the affair?

It was just a whim.

Things had gone a bit flat,
you know.

How did Colin Drake find out
about all this?

We met in a pub. We got talking.

But what proof did he have
that-that...

I mean, why should your wife
believe him and not you?

He tape-recorded a conversation.

In the pub?
Over the phone.

So, you continued discussing
the matter over the phone?

Yes.

CLEARS THROAT

Did you hire Ezra Treglowen to,
er, scare Drake off?

Yes.

And throughout these negotiations,

you referred to Colin Drake
by his initials, CD?

That's right, isn't it?
Yes.

But I just wanted him...
to rough Drake up a bit.

But it all went wrong. Drake's mad!

And dangerous!
I'm glad you've arrested him!

Was this plan for an affair

anything to do with your desire
to have children?

No!

I would have liked kids.
It's no secret.

But we can't. I accept that.
Do you?

Let me read you one of the
lonely hearts ads that you marked.

Exhibit IP-4, page 68.

"Attractive, fit, blonde woman,
29, seeks single, healthy man

"for committed relationship
with a view to marriage."

Now, she's not after an affair,
is she?

Well, you never know.

All the ads that you've marked

are for women around the age of 30
or even younger,

women who could still have children!

It's got nothing to do with it.

Now, you asked your wife
for £10,000 in cash.

And just over a week later,
someone tried to run her over!

So?

So, you don't deny someone
tried to run her over, then?

Who knows?

Colin Drake was blackmailing you.
You wanted him stopped.

The matter was serious enough
for you to want him beaten up.

You don't do that over an affair.
I told you, I can't lose my wife.

Why?

All right! I needed her money!

Without her money, you're sunk,
aren't you? Yes.

That's a horrible position to be in

for a man who prides himself on his
status, for a man who'd lie to me

rather than admit his firm's
in trouble. Yes.

S-S-So, Angela controls
the purse strings,

how does that make you feel?
It's frustrating.

Does it make you angry?
Sometimes.

If you could divorce her
and just hang on to the money,

you'd do that, wouldn't you?
Yes, but I would,

but I wouldn't get any money,
would I?

So you had another idea.

You met Colin Drake in the pub,
you discussed getting rid of her.

You paid him £10,000 in cash,
and, just over a week later,

he tried to run her over!
It wasn't like that!

But that didn't work out, did it?

And so, Mr Drake soon found out

there was an easier way to make
money out of you - blackmail!

So he turned the screw.
It wasn't like that!

Well, you tell me how it was, then.

I made a mistake. I was drunk.

When I suggested it,
it was a... drunken...

It was a joke.
I didn't think he'd do it.

After I'd spoken to him again,

he told me he'd taped a conversation
where I talked about it.

I was up to my neck!

All I wanted to do was to stop
the whole stupid business.

So I hired Treglowen.

The next thing I know, he's...

..nailed to my door.

Angela's in for a bit of a shock

when she finds out
what you've been planning.

I didn't want it to go this far.

It's a bit late now!

You leaving now?

Yes. I'll just tidy the house,
and then, um...

Would you like a walk
before you go?

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