All language subtitles for blue_murder_s02e04_lonely

Windows? No, not interested.

Look, you're talking to the wrong
person. I just rent the place.

Just come back.

I think you like it, don't you?

And the others are away at their dads.

It's not often we get a bit of peace and
quiet, is it?

Yeah. Have you had your dinner yet?

No. Just give me out.

I just thought you'd better see this on
an empty stomach.

Oh, lovely.

Diane Moore, registered child carer.

Do you have the footprints?

There are not.

We found her.

Mr Copley, I'm DCI Janine Lewis.

Are you up to answering a few questions?

Yeah. What are you doing here?

I'm trying to fix the waste pipe.

Right, we've got a key.

To all the flats, yes.

Will you let yourself in whenever you
feel like it?

No, no.

Diane knew I was going to pop round
while she was out.

Excuse me, sir.

You were fixing the waste pipe?

Yes. I was lying on the floor on my back
and... I could

feel some water creeping up from behind
and I thought it was from the washing

machine and then I looked and... There
was blood mixed in. I was...

I was lying in her blood.

All right, OK.

OK.

Just sit down. You all right? Yeah,
yeah.

Move deeply.

That's it.

Deeper, it's OK.

You all right? Yeah, yeah.

I couldn't see it at first, but the door
was shut, so... I got up and followed

the trail and... Well, there she was.

And what then?

I phoned the ambulance.

Not the police?

No, no.

I found out a second. I thought she was
still alive.

Was there anyone else around at the
time?

No, no, there wasn't.

Look, I know how this must look.

Boss!

Yeah?

You all right? Someone couldn't wait.

Do you have a pet?

No.

I want you lot working through the night
on this.

And I want your preliminary findings for
a briefing first thing tomorrow.

Boss.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Hello. Hello.

Vicky Swift, on secondment. To our
department.

Lucky girl. Welcome to the family. Thank
you, Mum. Boss. Boss. Any worries, any

problems, you come to me. Same goes
here. Yeah, thank you, chap. OK,

please, everybody. Thank you.

Diane Waugh, 24, single.

registered childminder, stabbed in the
neck. Now, there's a chopping board in

the kitchen, chopped carrots, but no
knife.

That'll be the murder weapon, then.

That's what the boss just said. Now,
they can't find the knife in the house,

though Socko are doing an external.
However, they did find a puddle of urine

the landing overlooking the hall.

Are you taking the... Don't.

Now, I need to know about Diane's last
movement.

Any children she looked after, any
friends, any family.

There's no sign of a forced entry, no
sign of a struggle, which could mean she

knew her attacker.

Larry Copley, landlord.

He discovered the body.

Now, chap, Vicky, I need to know more
about this guy.

Any previous?

Do interviews with neighbours.

Try and build up a picture.

Richard, I think you and me should get
back to that flat.

Try and dig up something.

Thank you very much, everybody.

Diane Waugh.

No, not W -A -R. W -A -U -G -H -A. No,
she's not five months old. She's 24.

Or was.

What? Only five months.

How come? Diane Waugh.

Well, there's obviously two.

That's like saying she didn't exist
before.

Only one.

Right. Thanks very much. Right. Cheers.

There's something not right here.

What's she called, this woman?

Waugh. Diane Waugh.

This is high school Diane Begley.

Childminder with two identities.

We

can

do this somewhere else.

Ah, here's fine.

They sound awful, but... I'm not that
surprised.

Your sister was murdered?

Diane was a bit of a wild one.

Except where children were concerned.

Love them.

Phil was running away.

When was the last time you saw her?

July the 9th, last year. 7 .30pm.

Just as Corrie was starting.

That's very precise.

We had a row.

A big one.

What about?

Natalie? She stole my fiancé, Will.

Will Harmon.

Go on.

Well, then I had plans.

Big plans.

But then Diane came back from a year
nannying abroad and... I wasn't always

fat. But we need to talk to him. Have
you got a contact number?

07700 900 482.

It's seared across my heart.

Do you know why... Diane changed her
name?

I didn't know she had.

Yeah, when she moved back here.

I didn't even know she'd come back.

Was she in trouble?

Running from someone?

Something?

I told you I haven't seen her.

Natalie, just one more question.

Where were you yesterday afternoon?

Shopping? Do you have any witnesses?

It's all receipt.

Nothing.

Couldn't find anything that ticked me.

Did you get anything on the landlord?

Um, previous tenant said he was a bit
creepy. Always around.

Hovering was how one put it.

Right, what about the kids you work
with?

Uh, there were several, but yesterday it
would have been Fergus Irwin.

Twelve -year -old who'd been round her
flat earlier in the day. Just off to

a chat with him now.

Great. Anything else?

We sent a laptop off to IT for
processing, but they've already noted

went speed dating recently.

She met 25 men, 18 of whom wanted to see
her again, and her email showed that

she'd agreed to date with three of them.
Speed dating?

Yeah, you spend five minutes with each
prospective date.

You have a chat with them, decide
whether you like them or not. Then you

comment box so that you can remind
yourself later on who they were and if

liked them or not.

A friend of mine goes.

I'll do the talking. I'll show you how
much I've done.

Robert Irwin?

It's Bob.

What's this about?

Uh, Bob.

Diane Wall.

She walks after your son, Fergus.

Oh, I've been trying to contact her. Do
you know she left Fergus on his own

yesterday? I went round there. No. No
answer.

I wouldn't have been. I had to get
lonely Larry to open up.

It's the landlord. That's what Diane
called him.

So you went into the flat, but you
didn't see Diane?

No, I called her. There was no answer. I
couldn't believe it.

What time was this?

Five. Usually Fergus would be here with
Diane, but it's the builders.

He doesn't like the builders.

So did you notice anything unusual when
you went into the flat?

Some litter and the whole way.

And Fergus, the poor thing, had wet
himself.

He doesn't like being left alone. Fergus
had wet himself?

Does he often do that? No.

Not unless he becomes distressed.

Call the boss. Get her over here.

What's going on?

The reason Diane didn't answer the door.

She was dead.

Murdered. And I think your son paid
himself because he saw it happen.

Sorry. He can't help you.

We'd just like to ask him a few
questions.

It doesn't matter. This is a murder
inquiry.

It doesn't make any difference.

Fergus is autistic.

He won't communicate.

That's about anything.

Anything at all.

But he'll talk to you.

What, nothing?

Not ever?

No. Not a single word.

Was she a vegetarian?

Does it matter?

I found traces of carrot in the wound.

And that makes her a vegetarian?

Well, just a thought.

She was chopping carrots before she was
killed.

Ah, that explains the murder weapon.

Judging from the wound, it's standard
issue. Millions of them sold.

Knife entered the carotid artery at an
angle of 48 degrees, which suggests a

tall attacker.

And Diane's how tall?

5 '5". Which would make her attacker...
6 foot plus.

What about time of death?

Can't be precise.

Potassium levels in the eye suggest
we're looking at somewhere between 1 and

5pm. Anything else?

Well, this is a weird thing.

Maybe frightening is the word.

There are no defence wounds.

Usually, you react.

Lift your hands to defend yourself.

But this was, well, one deadly act.

Knife goes in, does the job, they
immediately know she's dead.

Any signs of sexual activity?

Nothing. This was murder at its simplest
form.

One strike, one dead woman.

By the way, I almost forgot.

Look, it's probably nothing, but I did
hear something last week coming from

Diane's man.

Yeah? She had a visitor.

A man.

I heard them rowing. It was very heated.

Did you see who it was?

Sadly, I didn't. I only heard it, you
see.

If I happen to be in the kitchen, I can
sort of hear everything.

Any idea what they're all about?

It was just raised voices.

As for his language, well... Did you
threaten him?

I didn't need to. It was in his voice.

You sure you didn't see who this person
was?

Yeah. We understand that you're a very
conscientious landlord, like to look

after your tenants and... Sorry, the
phone rang.

OK, well, if you do remember, anything
else? Oh, yeah, absolutely, yes.

Yo, yourself.

How's things?

Dinner, everyone.

Hang on, Mum. Here's some.

Hi, Mum.

Hi, sweetheart.

Missing you?

Only been gone a few days.

Well, I still miss you, can't I?

Is your dad there?

Oh, Tina's looking after us.

What?

Darling, will you tell him her phone?
Yeah, got to go.

Everything all right? Yeah. The kid's
having a great time.

Oh, that's great. Listen, I've been
chasing up the ex -fiancé. Lives and

in Liverpool.

And get this.

Last year he had a restriction order
placed on him.

Diane Begley? Spot on. He wasn't allowed
within 500 yards of her. Bit of a boy,

this one.

Aye.

So she moves down here from Liverpool,
changes her name, settles down to a

completely new life.

Maybe he finds her again.

Well, he was lovely at first.

A bit precious, maybe.

Possessive?

Could be.

Temperamental?

Violent?

I prefer passionate.

Did he ever hit you?

No. Did he ever come close?

Like I say, he was passionate.

Love the smell of landfill first thing
in the morning.

Not smoking here, mate.

We're looking for Will Harmon.

Here you found him.

Phil, when's the last time you saw Diane
Biddley?

Is that a trick question?

Only I'm sure you know I wasn't allowed
near her. Yeah, what was all that about?

We were together three months.

She had a lot of my stuff at her flat.

I collect rare 45s.

We split up.

I wanted my records back.

Only Diane said that they're hers now.

I wasn't going to let them go easy.

Next thing I know, she's got a court
order slapped on me.

Says I've been bothering her.

Let's go back to the original question.

When was the last time you saw Diane?

I can't remember.

Try.

It was months ago.

Did you know if she'd changed her name?

No, I didn't.

What's that got to do with anything?

I... We're going to have to know where
you were at the time of the murder.

Well, I'm a suspect.

Don't come here to empty our bins, pal.

Right, we found traces of blood in the
hall and on the walls.

Now, what we can't figure out is if she
was killed in the hallway, why so little

of it?

Now, someone gave this wall a good
scrub.

We get stabbed in the carotid artery and
it hoses out everywhere.

Still not enough blood.

Well, at least we know one thing for
sure.

She wasn't kneeling.

The killer's tall.

I've got it. I'm so sorry to keep you
waiting. Thank you very much for coming

in.

Anything to help?

How can we get Fergus to talk?

I'm afraid you can't.

There must be some way.

Believe me, we've tried.

Fergus sees no reason to speak, so
therefore he won't.

He's quite happy as he is. I've got a
young woman lying dead in a morgue right

now. And you're dealing with a boy who
has autistic spectrum disorder.

Part of that encompasses the selective
mutism. Yeah, see, the key word there

me is selective.

It seems to indicate he does and can
talk when he's selective. For him, we're

all just objects.

No -one really communicates with an
object, do they? Mr Munro, he is my only

witness in a major murder inquiry. I
have got to find a way of getting him to

open up. It's virtually impossible.

Fergus might not be able to talk.

Maybe he can do other things.

Such as?

Well, let's find out.

Richard, had lunch yet?

Erm... My treat.

I'm a bit busy at the moment, sir. No,
no, it's all right.

I can handle this on my own.

Cheers.

Pardon me.

No, it's not bad.

Richard.

I don't know if I've said this or not,
but I was very impressed with the work

you did while Janine was away.

Thank you.

In fact, I've heard that there's a
position going with the NCS.

And I was wondering if you fancied
applying.

National Crime Squad?

Why not? You proved yourself.

Anyway, if you're interested, I'll be
only too happy to support your

application.

It may move in a way.

Stratford.

Stratford -upon -Avon.

Stratford, London.

Just round the corner from McLean's.

I think having worked in London before
might count in your favour.

I know you like it here.

Well, I've liked lots of places I've
worked.

Pity the wife didn't. She got a constant
uprooting.

Occupational hazard.

You always end up weighing ambition
against personal priority.

They never go hand in hand.

Yeah, it goes with the job.

Can't stay a DI forever, you know. Oh, I
don't intend to.

Well, at least this time you won't be
leaving anyone behind.

No. Fergus, I've got some people to see.

Fergus?

Fergus, I've got some photos here.

You might see one of these people.

Can I show you?

He barely recognises photos of us.

Yeah, he uses these to help remind them
that we have something very important

with him.

Hang on.

I know him.

Richard?

I've just had it confirmed.

Will saw Diane only last week.

Get him in. I'm on my way.

Haven't seen her in months. Didn't know
she'd changed her name. How many lies

are you going to tell us?

You disobeyed a court order.

Just wanted my records.

What you wanted was her.

Do me a favour.

You took your fiancée for her. She must
have been something pretty special.

She was all right. Oh, come on, Will.
She was more than that. You became

obsessed with her. Is that what drove
her away?

You tried to manipulate her, suffocate
her.

She changed her name to get away from
you. That's pretty drastic.

Women are nuts at the best of times.

No offence.

Natalie said you were passionate.

Now, while sometimes passion is a
wonderful thing...

It's not great when it gets out of
control, is it?

You weren't there more than once, didn't
you?

No. You were there last Friday. Things
got out of hand.

No. Yeah.

You lost it with her.

Not me.

Got a witness.

Doesn't matter.

Because I wasn't there.

We were checking your alibi.

You say you went for a swim.

Well, no -one recognises anyone in a
pool, do they? It's not great, is it?

That's your problem.

No, no, it's very much your problem.

Before I release your client on bail, I
want hair and fibre samples. I'm not

finished with you yet.

Should have held on to him.

Tried to crack him.

With what?

The only person who can place him there
is Fergus.

We need more. We need much more.

You're the boss.

Suspect me.

Nothing.

What is it?

It's Tina.

I've left messages for you. Yeah, I
know. I called back.

You did?

Well,

no one said.

Obviously,

we're having too good a time to think of
their old mam.

She wants to marry me.

No, I think the kids have grown on her.

And she feels that she's, you know, been
accepted by them.

That they won't mind.

Oh, done a survey, has she?

What should I do?

How do I know?

Two months ago, you were trying to come
back home with me.

I thought you wanted to know.

What, are you thinking of doing
something? You haven't made up your mind

you're just considering.

Why do I need to know that?

Well, because it's difficult and I'd
like your opinion.

Well, all right, so if I say don't get a
marriage, you settle for that, will

you?

It's not up to me, Pete.

But I don't know what to do.

What do you think I do?

I'll leave it.

You can't.

Sorry,

Richard.

You're never going to believe this.

I had a call from traffic about ten
minutes ago.

Don't run off, Pete. Just hang on a sec.

It's not your problem.

I shouldn't have... Sorry

about that.

Sorry. Where were we?

Will Harmon's been run off the road and
I witnessed that it was a white or

silver car.

It looked intentional.

Mute number two.

Great.

Spoken to every aspect of the last few
days, what, backwards, sideways,

whatever, but find out where he was at
the time of Diane's murder.

What if Diane's killer tried to off him
as well? I want you to get moving on

this, all right?

You OK?

Yeah, why am I?

I don't know. I'm just seeing a
little... What?

Tense. So?

Boss, Diane was killed sometime after
four. Cheers.

Her phone record shows she took a call
from a double glazing company about five

past four -ish.

Thanks. And if she was already dead,
when Bob called for Fergus at five, then

we're down to maybe a 45 -minute window
for a time of death. Yeah? Great. What

about the speed taster? Spoken to two of
them. They've both got alibis at

checkout. Right, they're telling me
about Diane.

The first one's a real charmer. Turns
out he's married and he doesn't want to

say anything.

But finally he admitted that he'd wanted
to take it further, but she was

reluctant for some reason.

Which is where the other one comes in.
Said she mentioned an ex, someone she

have split from recently. I haven't got
over him.

How recently?

Months, weeks, days?

Weeks at most.

Mad and thorough again?

No.

What's the third bloke?

He's on his way in.

Same keeper?

Yeah. Hi. Hello.

That's ours.

We got the impression that Dan had split
from someone recently.

Yeah, she gave that to me as well.

She didn't happen to mention her name.

No.

Sorry. Got to ask this, Tim, but where
were you on Friday between 4 and 5pm?

Don't mind me, you've got your job to
do.

Well, I sell bathroom fittings, drive up
and down the country, so it's hard to

say exactly where I was, but I think I
probably would have been somewhere on

Poets Estate on that day.

Why are you thinking there in
particular?

There's a retailer's that I go to the
first Friday of every month, and that's

the best way to get there.

Anyone see you?

There's a chance I might have stopped
off for something to eat, but to be

honest, my life's one long road.

You forget where you are sometimes.

Stab me.

Sorry?

Stab me.

What with?

Who's the mad?

Stop me.

Yeah, phone, okay.

No, it can't have been like that.

Love would have gone everywhere.

Okay. Try again.

No, it's not right.

Um... Yeah, okay, come here.

Come here.

Yeah, okay, stop me there.

Yeah, take the knife out.

That's our first flash of blood.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

So, she falls again.

Yeah, you stagger.

Stagger back.

Okay. Yeah.

Right.

In here.

Yeah.

That's where the blood's gone. Yeah.

Soaking into the killer's chest. Yeah.

Looks down. Yeah.

Don't do it.

Here.

Yeah.

Absolutely.

You can stop hugging me now.

Right. How did the killer get out? He's
covered in blood. But yet nobody sees

him. It's unlikely.

Unless he didn't go very far.

When did that hand go, Liv?

How do you want to play this one?

I don't know. Let's see what he's like.

Put the kettle on.

Talk us through when you first let
yourself into Dyer's flat.

Walked in, looked around.

Um, what did I do?

There was litter.

Yeah, Fergus's dad said something about
litter.

Wasn't any when we were out.

Yeah, I tidied up.

Like a tidy man.

I popped it in the wastebasket.

Ever the helpful landlord.

There wasn't a bag, though.

Usually there's a plastic bag. It
prevents the basket from getting dirty.

But there wasn't one.

Hang on.

The killer's covered in blood. They're
wearing a coat or a jacket of some kind.

They need to get rid of it and the
murder weapon. This is the first bag

come across.

They're in a hurry.

They empty it out. They put the murder
weapon and the jacket inside the bag.

Bingo. Yeah, does it for me.

I was thinking, if it wasn't Will...

Well, we can't see him that yet. Just go
with me on this one. Yeah, all right.

Don't snap.

I'm not.

It's the funeral of a mystery man.

Somebody else you've split from.

Who?

Landlord.

What?

What, Larry?

He's no mystery lover.

Why not?

Well, have you seen him? He's lonely for
a very good reason.

Hello.

Girl like Diane wouldn't touch him with
a barge pole.

Doesn't mean Faye didn't kill her.

Will didn't do it.

Somebody else must have.

Tenner said Larry did it. Yeah, all
right. You're on.

Let's get him in.

He's tall enough.

So are you.

And he holds a silver can.

Friends, except it over you.

Just been impounded.

Why run Will off the road?

Maybe Diane told Will she was seeing
Larry. And if Larry did kill Diane...

That meant we could put him in the
frame.

Saw Larry shut him up.

We'll see.

This is one of Diane's previous
boyfriends and we wondered if you might

seen him.

No, no, I've never seen him.

To be honest with you, it's only if I'm
in my kitchen that I hear anything.

You spend a lot of time in the kitchen.

More than most.

No, she's seen someone.

Come on, Larry.

We know he was tall. Was it about your
height, in fact?

My height? Did she go for tall men?

Well... What?

Um... What, Larry?

I... Yeah?

I... I think we all know.

Do we?

It was you, wasn't it?

Me?

You were seeing her.

You were a mystery man, secret lover.

Was I?

Come on.

You know you want to tell us.

Yes.

Yes, it was me.

She and I, we had a... relationship.

I don't think I could ever be a
travelling salesman.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Yeah, take a left here.

Yeah, the endless driving.

Away from home.

In a shiny suit.

Change of clothes in the back.

There you go.

Why don't you tell us this before?

I was heartbroken. I was devastated.

I just found my fiancée dead.

In shock.

Your fiancée?

I didn't see an engagement ring.

Oh, you're going to buy it this weekend.

Throw a little party.

We heard she'd just split from someone.
Started speed dating.

It was just a little hiccup, one of
those things couples go through.

She was missing back together.

Lonely Larry.

Excuse me?

That's what Diane used to call you.

It was a little joke of hers.

She knew that I'd been on my own for six
years now.

My wife met somebody else.

Nice chap, as it happens.

So who's going to come to this
engagement party?

Oh, you know, the usual suspects.

Or people like a sister.

Of course, I'll top the list.

Yeah.

You've had a good look at the car.

Thanks. Hello again.

Thanks.

Are you really so lonely after you
pretend to have a relationship with a

woman?

Pardon me?

You don't even know that she fell out
with her sister eight months ago.

I did.

We were going to use the engagement
to... To what? Get them back together?

That's right. You're wasting our time.

I'm not.

Car's clean.

No Marcos scratch on it. We're looking
for a murderer.

We were in love. Oh, go home, Larry.

Take a bit of advice.

Stop loitering in the kitchen.

Get out there. The world's not going to
come knocking.

Go and find it.

Go on.

Speed won't knock.

It's how you're trained.

Never bet against female intuition.

So where did that leave us then? The
shifter? No, I can't see it.

Why wait eight months for your revenge?

What colour car did this guy drive?

A Mondeo Silver.

Got anything on him?

I just pulled up an incident when he was
16.

Attacked a female teacher.

Nothing else since.

Boss? Checked the ex -fiancé's bank
statement.

He made a transaction at this bank about
a minute away from the swimming pool he

claimed he went to.

CCTV photo and time code prove he
couldn't have murdered Diane.

I'm impressed.

Thanks. Taught her everything she knows,
boss.

Guess who's back in town tomorrow night?

The other quiet word got access to the
guest list.

Tim's on it.

A B -day, Tim?

What's his alibi for the murder?

Still working on it.

Boss?

I was just thinking.

Conventional questioning didn't give us
anything.

Maybe we need to catch him out another
way.

Right?

I could meet him at the speed dating.

Get to know him.

No, I don't like it. Forget it, love.
Hang on. It's my call.

I was just giving you my take on it.

So I heard.

I need to talk to Hackett.

Sorry, I'm already spoken for. I want to
set up a covert operation, sir. Our

number one suspect's going to be there.
I want to be there as well.

You're not suggesting entrapment, are
you? No, no, no, no. I just want to get

know him. He's got form. He travels the
country anonymously. He could be up to

all sorts.

Right. That's what you think he's going
to take.

Sir, Richard's been a bit preoccupied
since your lunch.

You'd have to ask him about that.

No. Tina?

No, Pete's not here.

Why should he be?

Hang on.

I'd just as well come out with it.

I'm not sure how to.

Look at me.

I say it without looking away.

I've been talking to Tina.

Right.

It doesn't either, Janine. Yeah.

I covered that part.

I want a divorce.

Tina thinks that we need to... We should
move forward.

What do you think?

I want to know what you think.

I don't know.

Really, I don't.

You fit to drive?

It's 6 .30 in the morning.

I factored an early start.

There's early and there's early.

I'll buy you a coffee.

Don't want you crashing on me.

Divorce. Not my favourite word.

No, it's not mine. I've heard it said to
me face.

Sometimes it can go all right.

That's all I've heard.

Sounds like yours and Wendy's didn't.

Once you get to the point where it's
official, that can feel a bit better.

No more ties, you see.

What if you like those ties?

Doesn't really matter. They're gone.

You've been cast adrift.

You can make it sound a bit bleaker.

Well, then you've got the freedom to
think about.

The fact that you can be yourself again.

Do what the hell you like.

What, like Lonely Larry, you mean?

Whichever way you look at it.

You ready for it?

I'm sure I've got a choice.

If you did, what would you go for?

Probably the full English.

The boy in that house, he saw
everything.

Just one name, that's all it'd take.

Something's up.

What aren't you telling me?

Am I losing you?

Not a chance, Tom.

Oh, great.

Any news?

No. How's Fergus?

Fergus is Fergus.

We're thinking of trying to talk to him
again.

Have you got him, Matt?

No.

I'd best get off to work.

I don't think you'll find any answers
here.

Another silver car.

Most popular colour.

Read it somewhere.

He heard me telling you to bring Will
in.

Back up. What? Back up now.

What's going on?

I think I know what he bumped into.

Francis has matched the paint on your
car to Will's.

Your wife told us you were out the night
he was run off the road.

To explain the dent, you said someone
had backed into your car.

Now, which of those statements do you
think we don't buy?

Trying to kill someone was a pretty
extreme reaction.

Considering she's just a girl who looked
after your kit.

I mean, what, has she meant something to
you?

I don't know, like, um, the lover thing.

God, it must have been hard bottling it
up.

Especially when you learned she was
dead.

You didn't crumble.

I think if it had been me, I'd have
fallen apart.

We know there was a man in her life.

had killed her.

I went into this blind rage.

Wouldn't leave her alone.

I was infatuated.

Tell us about you and Diane.

How'd you get together?

We fell in love.

But there's no great mystery to it, no
clap of thunder.

Just fell in love.

Right, so if you were in love, why was
she speed dating?

Them did it.

I think she was trying to make me
jealous.

Oh. So much for love.

I still loved her.

It was just wrong, though. It was unfair
on Matilda.

You have no idea what it's like living
with Fergus.

You have a baby together. It's the very
best moment any couple can have.

You look down at him and you wait for
his smile.

Only it doesn't come.

We hold up toys.

We make funny noises, we grin until our
teeth hurt.

And he does nothing.

It's 12 years we've been waiting for
that smile.

There hasn't been a single night when he
hasn't woken us up at least three

times.

Just stands in our room, looking at us.

Friends tend to keep their distance
because they think he's difficult.

Relatives phone rather than visit.

came round and started looking after
him, and she was so different. She was

welcoming, caring, patient.

And after a while, I saw her way out.

An escape route with her.

Will you tell Matilda?

It'll come out anyway.

You might be going to prison, Bob.

Your will didn't kill Diane.

Yeah, we're positive.

You know the real reason I ended it?

I couldn't leave Matilda on her own with
Fergus.

Hard enough with the two of us trying to
cope with him, but I couldn't do that

to her.

I couldn't leave her with...

Matilda, we're holding him on an
attempted murder charge.

He's never done anything wrong in his
life.

Richard needs to move on. He's a vital
part of my team. He should be leading,

not being led.

Every Batman has a Robin. You'll find
another one.

It's not a tyre, sir, with a puncture in
it.

You don't change it and then drive on.

The man is clearly better than his
position.

Do you want... Results or not, sir? I do
not want to hold someone back, and you

shouldn't either. All right, so that's
it. It is off. If he gets the job when

applies for it, yes.

Sometimes, sir, it's not about ambition.

It's about doing your best for the poor
sods who rely on us. Now, Richard's part

of a team. We need him, and he needs us.
We are all replaceable, Janine.

Wish I had your faith, sir.

Cards on the table. What have we got?

One unknown killer and one known
attempted killer. Bob could be both.

And then there's the wife of Matilda.
I'll have no fury and all that. Until

realise she's only five foot one and in
no way tall enough. Which brings us to

Tim, the sales rep, or Operation Lonely
Heart, as I like to call it. Are you

sure you want to do this, Vicky?

Yeah, absolutely.

Do you reckon you'll go for me?

Might do.

You may have to smile a lot, you know.

I'll be wearing a wire.

We'll be able to hear you, but you won't
be able to hear us.

If he is our killer, he'll be cool and
calculating, so be careful. Listen, I

hope you don't mind me pitching in, but
I really do think somebody should be in

there with us. Where will we?

You.

You never know.

Might meet the woman of your dreams.

Other man?

Don't ask Tim any leading questions.

Just try and get another date with him.
He's got to be done by the book, Vicky.

Absolutely, boss.

Hi.

I'm Kim.

What's your name?

I'm Kathy.

Is she your salesman?

What's written?

Don't tell me this.

You've never been single?

No.

Hi.

I'm Richard.

My friends call me dick.

I'm not sure that I'm all really...

Here we go.

Hi, I'm Vicky.

Tim. How are you?

Hi,

I'm Richard.

She's the nerve.

It's my first time.

Same here.

Someone's lying.

I can't believe you're single.

I wasn't.

Until a few weeks ago.

I thought I met the man of my dreams.

See these shoulders of mine?

They're yours.

You want someone to lean on.

Lean on me.

Can you arrest someone for using knives
like that?

Why would you want to know my problems?

I like your voice.

No, really.

Why do that for a complete stranger?

Maybe I'm hoping you won't always be
one.

And what would you like me to do
instead?

Mind.

You're very direct.

When you've got five minutes, why waste
time?

And Lee, I think we've got something
going on here.

I'm on the rebound.

A little vulnerable.

Pray. Sorry?

Pray? Look to these men in here. You
won't be able to see that. Take

of them if they can. And you won't?

No.

Do it again, come on.

That's it?

Hopefully not, but you never know in
these situations.

Listen.

Get out of here.

What? I never told her that.

I think I need to be saved, Tim.

Stick to the plan, girl. Just make
another day. Leave the rest to us.

Shall we make a move?

I love cities.

I love being anonymous.

I can walk around, do anything I like.

What sort of thing's a baby?

I'll be telling.

I have to say, I'm surprised you're
single.

That's the only downside to a city.

Teaming with people, yet no one wants to
meet you.

No one?

Well, there was a girl recently.

Nice girl, but she had this thing about
this guy.

Why didn't she wait?

Claimed he broke her heart.

I offered to amend it, put it back
together, but did she want to know?

Turned me down.

Said she had this big idea to get him
back.

To make him hers again.

Tell all, she said.

You're really pretty.

Thanks. But thick, though.

Sorry? I mean, coming down here in the
dark with a complete stranger.

That's what's asking for trouble.

Cut off!

I'm arresting you! No, you're not!
You're not!

Butcher's right.

He's not our man.

That was one of the most stupid things
I've ever seen. It was irresponsible, it

was dangerous, and it wasn't part of the
plan.

Why was it him? We are a team!

We have our roles and we stick to them.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, yeah, it's a great word, that
sorry.

Might make you feel better.

It doesn't help me any.

Tim claimed that he was driving down the
Poets' Estate.

But that's speed bump hell. So what you
do is you take a shortcut down Black

Horse Lane.

Now, guess what's on Black Horse Lane?

Black Horses?

Mervyn the Moose.

It's one of them family pubs. They're
running a special at the moment for the

kids. Get a balloon and your photograph
taken with Mervyn the Moose. Is he

leaving somewhere?

The fault was the digital. They get
dumped onto an hard disk and then

the families.

And we took a copy of the day in
question.

Now, it took some scrutinising, but at
the time Diane was being murdered, Tim

was having his photograph taken.

That's him there in the background.

Oh, yeah.

Good work, lads.

There was actually more butchers than
me.

Oh, don't listen to him, boss. He was
the brains, I was just the brawn.

What do I do with this?

Drop it off on your way out, love.

Hang on.

She had this thing about this guy.

Claimed he broke her heart.

I offered to mend it, put it back
together, but did she want to know?

Turn me down.

Said she had this big idea to get him
back.

Diane wanted Bob back.

She had a plan.

She threatened to tell his wife about
them.

What she didn't realise was Bob couldn't
destroy Matilda like that.

She couldn't do it to her.

Maybe Diane told Bob what she was
planning.

Threatened him, gave him an ultimatum.

So he goes ballistic.

This is a man who got angry enough to
run Will off the road.

Why would he try and kill her ex
-boyfriend as well?

Because he's clever.

What do you mean?

We're bound to find out he's over an
affair, right?

So he thinks, why don't I go after Will,
make it look like revenge?

Then no -one will think that I murdered
Diane.

You really aren't alone now, mate.

Yeah, it's possible.

It's calculating now. Very cool.

Maybe that was it all along.

Murder in its simplest form.

One strike.

One dead woman.

Do you want to share it?

Well, it's just last night, boss, the
speed dating.

Eight of the blokes Vicky talked to
wanted to see her again.

That's funny.

Richard, however, wasn't quite so
popular.

Only one woman ticked your book. I was
concentrating on the job.

Yeah, yeah, all right, joke over.

Butcher? Yes, ma 'am? You could check
the route Bob Irwin would have taken

Diane's flat back home. Is there
anywhere on the way he might have dumped

knife? I'll have a look.

Shapp and Vicky?

Search warrant for his house.

I want his clothes brought in and
checked for Diane's blood. You, get his

checked out.

You never said if Pete called.

Never said you were moving on.

Not sure that I am.

Hackett seems to think you are. You
bother if I do.

I'll put it this way.

I'd have ticked your book.

It's all right, Bob.

I need to speak to Fergus again.

Hey, must you want a shot?

You saw when Diane got hurt.

Fergus, really, you're wasting your
time.

Fergus, who was it?

I said, what's he doing? What's it mean?

It's possible he's answering your
question.

Or?

Or he's just touching the photo.

There's nothing in his car.

But we've got the murder weapon.
Forensics are checking it now.

Oh, great. Time to get a shift done.

I already have.

So, where's this new job going to take
you?

London. East End.

Oh.

How's your rhyming slang?

A bit butchers.

As in butchers and chat?

Sounds like we've just about wrapped
this one up, then. I've got teamwork for

you, sir.

You're not gonna like this boss.

They managed to get some prints off the
murder weapon.

And?

They're not Bob's.

Who's then?

I don't know.

It's got to be him.

He's got the motive.

He's tall enough.

Why don't you have another crack at him?

With what?

What about the wife? Go round there,
rattle a cage. See what falls out.

Yeah, it's worth a shot.

First thing tomorrow.

OK, send him up. I'll tell it.

Pete's on his way up. He wants to see
you. Oh, great.

All you have to serve me with divorce
papers.

Listen, I've got to go and see Hack.

He wants to buy me a drink.

All right.

The time I thought I'd whip round.

It's still up in the air.

Richard? Hmm?

It's time you were moved up.

You're a good cop.

Hi. Hi.

You smell nice.

Tina bought me it.

I've been thinking.

Maybe I've been rushing things.

About the divorce.

We've got to do it sometime.

I know.

But I just don't want to do it now.

It doesn't feel right somehow.

I was thinking more about the kids, how
it would affect them.

Because they got carried away. I think I
forgot about them.

They wouldn't like it.

Not just out of the blue like this.

It's always the kids.

Lucas?

Was this person there when Diane got
hurt?

This person?

Actually, it doesn't really matter what
he says, does it, Matilda?

When did you find out about the affair?

The other week.

Bob's mobile phone bill gave it away.

They've been ringing her every day for
the last three months, practically.

So you went over there?

When I finally worked out what I wanted
to say.

Did she tell you it was over?

No.

Far from it.

That's a shame.

Because it was.

Really?

Yeah, Bob had finished it.

But Diane said... Well, she stood there
and told me that he was hurt now. That

my husband was hurt. She said that to my
face. Can you imagine hearing that?

I was calm.

Didn't raise my voice.

I've learnt patience, especially with
having Fergus.

I was quite proud of myself.

I told her that she couldn't have Bob.

How'd she find that?

She didn't have my control, that's for
sure.

Did she push you?

Hard. Does it matter?

She virtually attacked me.

And with all the things she'd been
saying, how I might as well put an ad in

Lonely Heart column.

I should have taken better care of
myself, given Bob more.

I finally lost it.

I saw the knife, grabbed it, and the
next thing I knew, I'd stabbed her with

It fell forward onto me, bled all over
me.

Coat's upstairs.

Find something on it. I've washed it,
but there'll be something there, I'm

Like you staggered back with her.

Into the loo.

The door was open, so I pushed her in
there.

I looked down at my coat and it was
covered in blood. I thought, how can I

out with it like that?

I couldn't find a bag anywhere.

Then I noticed the bin in the hall.

I can't believe you left Fergus there.

I had to.

Alone now? What else could I do?

At least he wouldn't see her and Bob
would be coming back soon enough.

Look, I'm not proud of what I've done.

But you've got to understand it within
the heat of the moment.

And the other thing she said, they hurt.

They really hurt.

You might as well arrest me.

I'm not going to put up a fight or make
a run for it. I'm not that type.

Yeah.

Yeah, that practically matches what
forensics say happened.

There you go then. I'm guilty.

Just one or two things still bothering
me.

The wound in her neck, coupled with the
arterial spray, means she must have been

facing you.

That's right.

Yeah, yet only we didn't find any
defence wounds. I mean, someone comes at

with a knife, up go the hands every
time.

I was quick, I surprised her.

Yeah, even so, you're not tall enough.

What, she was bending down? No, no,
Matilda, we know she was standing up.

Well, I must have jumped up.

What, stabbed her?

Yeah.

Yeah, with your right hand. Because from
the way she was facing it, it must have

been your right hand. And that's what
happened? Yeah, with the fingerprints on

the knife from her left hand. Well,
there you go. I'm left -handed. No, no,

you're not listening to me.

Diane's attacker used their right hand.

Yeah, well, that's what must have
happened. I mean, it was all a blur. I

picked up the knife and... Who cares
what hand I used? Well, I care, as it

happens, because, um... You didn't stab
her with either hand, did you, Matilda?

Look, I killed her.

And that's that.

Who else was with you?

No one.

There was someone, wasn't there?

Please, just take my word for it. I
killed Diane.

This is what happened, Matilda, okay?

This is what really happened.

Diane was shouting at you.

You stayed calm and you said to
yourself, you don't lose it easily,

that she was really going for you.

She raised her voice enough to bring
Fergus through the top of the stairs.

And he sees his mum being pushed around.

He gets agitated.

So much so that he whets himself.

Now, we thought it was because he saw
the murder party. It wasn't. It's

he saw Diane having a go at you, saying
that she was going to take Bob away from

you.

So he comes halfway down the stairs and
he sees the knife.

He's level with her neck. He sees you
crying.

And the next thing you know, he's driven
the knife into her. No.

She never saw it come in there, did you?
You managed to get her into the toilet.

Pick up the knife, you wipe it clean,
but when you shove it into the bag, you

use your left hand, hence the prints.

They're not burgesses.

Yours.

Do that on purpose.

To protect him.

Because when it all came out, we could
only ever blame you.

At the end of the day,

we always think of the kids.

You got it all wrong.

Fergus doesn't react like that.

I don't have any feelings.

He doesn't recognise me.

He doesn't even know how to smile at his
own mother.

For him to know I was in trouble and
want to defend me, it's impossible.

It would... It would be like admitting
that there is something there, and that

we do have a bond.

And that somehow or other he loves me.

And that can't be.

He doesn't know who you are.

You're his mum.

And he loves you.

The children's confession can easily be
disproved. It will never stand up, not

for a second.

And she'll never admit that Fergus did
it.

She'll cover and cover for him.

The only person that knows the truth,
Fergus, well,

he can't tell us anything.

And anyway, he doesn't even know he's
done anything wrong.

Well done, boss.

Great result.

Depends which way you look at it.

How did you work it out?

I was sure it was Bob.

I can't give you all my secrets.

You'll be after my job next.

So what are we going to do now?

We?

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere.

Let somebody else apply for the job.

If it wasn't too, please.

Maybe pay for all the drinks.

Oh, well, maybe next time.

Maybe.

Will you get all the findings off the
CPS?

I don't think they'll prosecute.

Burger?

I can't.

I'm washing my hair.

So that's it, then.

Not so much as a welcome back.

Why?

Never went away.

What's all this?

Hi mum, been waiting for you.

You're going back early.

Put the kettle on. Yeah, put your own
kettle on.

I need it. Can I get just about?

Stop you saying this. He lost one of
them. No, I didn't. What happened? Did

run off? You're the cop, mum. You tell
us. Oh no, it'll have to wait.

I'm off duty.