Original subtitles

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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