All language subtitles for Silent Witness S13E06 Run (2010) [HDTV.XviD-BiA] UK-English

It's James. James is dead.

Mary, I'm so sorry.

- How do you know her?
- Friends of my parents.

A long time ago.

- Did you and James have an affair?
- Yes.

- After Dad died?
- Yes.

You want to get the ring back?

It may be long gone.

James' medical records
have come through.

He was told he had pancreatic
cancer two weeks before he died.

Suicide?

- It's just...
- Don't!

Her name is Ruth Gardiner.

She's my daughter.

This girl was executed.

It's not like it was a lovers' tiff.

It could be this "Terry" that
she ran off with two years ago.

It's been suggested that
she was an informant.

For a policeman, working undercover.

Danielle Boyce?

You said your boyfriend
was a police officer.

Phil? Phil who?

I made a mistake, I don't know anything.

They're trying to frame
someone for that murder.

Someone connected to me.

You're involved in
the Ruth Gardiner case.

- Yes?
- So am I.

Tell him he can talk to me in
confidence whenever he likes.

Peter Carmody? Detective
Inspector Neill.

They know it was you. Get ready to run.

You can't go it completely alone.

I can't trust anyone above me, Amanda!

I can't talk.

I'm going to try to
persuade him to talk to you.

Can you meet us tonight?

How about Phil? Any closer
to finding out who he is?

If he's a cop, no-one knows him.

All a part of Miss Boyce's
over-active imagination, no doubt.

Somebody screwed up.

It's down to me to sort it out.

Who was she?

She was helping me.

Someone killed her. Someone
I thought I could trust.

Let me help you.

- You've already done that.
- I can do more.

I don't want anyone
else involved in this.

I'm putting you at risk
just talking to you.

What will you do?

I don't know.

I can't stay here. If they
find me, they'll kill me.

Then let's make sure they don't.

I might not be able
to speak to you again.

Don't say that.

But you know how much I
think of you, don't you?

- I've got to go, I'm sorry.
- No, wait.

Mr. Gardiner,

I'd just like to say how sorry I am.

When are you going to
find the man who did this?

Professor.

Hi.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

Two Profs for the price of
one. What brings you here?

We're an item.

That must make for an
interesting home life.

Would you excuse us?

Leo, what was going on outside?

Have you ever worked with him?

Neill? Yeah, on a few cases, why?

Can he be trusted?

- Be straight with me.
- He's a policeman.

- What about?
- About another policeman,

some kind of a rogue undercover
cop, using civilians as spies.

- How d'you know it's a cop?
- I don't.

But I think maybe he does,
and he's covering it up.

Neill will cover his own
back, of course he will, but...

I don't think he'd actually lie.

What if he's been told
to, by someone higher up?

Well, supposing a cover-up is
going on, what would it explain?

Well, quite a lot, actually.

If she was spying for a cop

and he wasn't playing by
the book, and she got caught,

or she found out something
they didn't want anyone to know,

that might be worth
covering up, if you're a cop?

Leo, let me do some digging around
before you get too carried away.

I'm not...

I haven't...

I haven't told you everything and...

If you can't, you can't.

I'll take it on trust.

Thanks.

How strong are your
memories of childhood?

Very. Why?

This is the ring... that
my mother gave James.

And I have a vivid image

of standing on a beach in France,

watching him catch a ball one-handed

and he's got a wedding-ring,

and this ring on his little finger

and I'm sure I remember it because

it was so unusual for men
to wear two rings then.

Why does it matter?

It matters because the person
who threw the ball was my dad.

Nikki?

Yeah.

Can you drive me somewhere?

Sure.

What's the problem?

Nothing,

just a few loose cogs
still knocking around.

That's where we're going.

Whose address is this?

She hasn't been here for
a couple of days at least.

I can't believe it.

Why didn't you just
say you'd spoken to her?

How else was I supposed
to gain her trust?

Well, not by joining in the paranoia!

What is it?

Nothing.

God, now you've got me at it.

Wait there, please, will you?

Well, what a nice surprise.

Have you been in touch
with Danielle Boyce, sir?

Yes, where is she?

I arranged to meet her
but she didn't show.

And you appear to have
been looking for her, so...

I thought perhaps you might know.

We've been looking for her.

She's been reported missing.

- Who by?
- One of you had better start

telling me what the
hell's been going on here

before I slap cuffs on the pair of you.

She said that she was frightened
for her boyfriend's life.

Why don't we start with that?

Did this affair start
before Dad killed himself?

Yes.

Why did you lie to me?

Because I knew you'd be upset.

Well, you're right, I'm upset.

Well done.

Now before I smash something,

will you tell me how you
came to be so wantonly cruel?

- It wasn't cruel, Harry.
- Is this why Dad did it?

Oh, God, no.

You don't think that?

It did cross my mind, yes!
Did it not cross yours?

- He never found out.
- How can you kbow that?

I know in the way one
knows these things.

What a load of crap.

When did it start? How
long before Dad died?

And don't tell me that
I don't want to know.

I'm standing here telling
you that I want to know.

How exactly did my mother
come to jump into bed with

a close friend of my father, a
depressive who later killed himself?

- It wasn't like..
-. And for Christ's sake

don't tell me it wasn't like
that! Did you love James?

- Life isn't that simple, Harry.
- You had a ring made for him!

- As I told you before, I was grateful to him.
- For what? His sexual athleticism?

Don't be unfair, Harry.

- Dad wasn't easy.
- I know he wasn't bloody easy.

But he was a good man, difficult
sometimes, yes, but a great man,

who I loved and who I
thought that you loved,

who did not...

Get off!

Who did not deserve his wife, who should
have been supporting him, sleeping around.

STOP IT! STOP IT! You're just like him!

He didn't deserve it?

Did I deserve it?

Your father could be vile, Harry!

Vile!

He would come through
that door in the evening,

in a mood that went
on for weeks at a time,

pissed off at nothing because,
poor soul, that's the way he was.

Didn't deserve it, no, and
shouted at me until I was numb,

just like you now,

face contorted like yours,

voice venomous like yours,
neck straining, like yours.

And if I answered back,

he slapped me until I was quiet.

Yes.

Once, about a foot
away from you are now,

he hit me so hard I
landed under that table.

Did I deserve that?

Do I deserve it now?

Didn't you ever want a different life?

When you were upstairs hearing his
voice thundering through the boards,

didn't you ever want
to be somewhere else?

Whose flat is this?

It was rented by Danielle.

Paid in cash.

Looks like there was a fight in here,

... a big one.

And a knife...

may have been taken from this drawer.

And then it looks like
the victim tried to run.

And came down the hall.

Judging by the blood trail.

And got caught... here.

This is knife work.

A sustained assault.

Then we think the
assailant went in this room.

Looks like there's a
bit of carpet missing.

Wrapped the victim in the carpet
then dragged them all the way out.

And judging by the crude
attempt at a clean-up

he was in a hurry,
assuming it's the same man.

This wasn't like Ruth Gardiner.

This was personal.

Thought they were on the van.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I've always wondered
what these things do.

They measure the angles, mate.

I'm none the wiser.

Come back in 18 months,
you'll get the picture then.

I hope, er,

someone's not thinking of
putting up a building here.

I might have to get
back into local politics.

That's not my department.

I just build houses, mate.

- Where are you going?
- Nowhere, go back to sleep.

- Please, let me come with you.
- No. You stay in here. Alex!

You stay here, I'll lock
the door if I have to.

Hey!

Hey!

No, please!

No! No!

It's definitely her.

Look, here's another match.

DNA found in Danielle's bed

matches DNA from semen found
on Ruth Gardiner's body.

He slept with both of them.

Phil was no figment of
her imagination, was he?

Do you think he could be the same guy

that left with Ruth two years ago?

Who, Terry?

Well, if she rented the flat to
him, his DNA will be all over it.

What?!

All the blood at the second
crime scene is Danielle's.

Alex Webb. His DNA is everywhere,
kitchen, bathroom, bed.

Well, what the hell is he doing there?

He's living there.

They must have known each other.

- Can we prove he killed her?
- No.

Well, what about samples from her place?

There is not one single trace
of Alex Webb in Danielle's flat.

DNA from semen found on Ruth's body,

and on the mattress at
the first crime scene,

DNA found in Danielle's bed is a match.

Phil, our so-called "undercover
cop" was sleeping with both girls.

Well, where's his DNA at
this crime scene though?

We've got something, a few hairs.

Caucasian, from the hallway
where we think Danielle died.

They didn't provide us with any DNA but

they resemble hairs
found in Danielle's home.

But that's just secondary transfer!

Stray hairs carried in by
Danielle from her place.

Yes, it could be, but it could also
mean that there was someone else involved

in these murders, such as Phil.

- That's just who you want it to be.
- I don't want it to be anyone!

This was personal. She was going
to tell him that she'd talked to me.

What if he didn't like that?

What if he didn't think she
should be talking to anyone!

- Where's the proof?
- You find the body and I'll find the proof.

Tox report on James Bradburn.

Well, anything?

A lot of alcohol, a lot of painkillers,
nothing that would have killed him.

Pancreatitis after all.

Do you think we all
turn into our parents?

I think we always were our parents.

We spend a few years trying
to deny it, then we give in.

Do you think I'm violent?

No, of course not.

I've shouted at you.

Haven't I?

You've got a temper.

I'm 37 years old and I
still scream like a child.

Keep people at arm's length.

All my life I've thought that
I wanted to be like my father,

but it's the last thing on
Earth anyone would want to be.

Harry,

I'll tell you this.

If I'm ever in trouble,

if I'm ever upset,

if I ever need to have a
film plot explained to me...

the first person I call is you.

If this thing with your dad and James
and your mum is causing you so much pain,

find your dad's inquest report
and see if the affair was a factor.

If your children ever turn into you...

they will be very lucky.

I've started without you.

- Do you want some?
- Love one.

Oh, no, no, no please.

That bad?

- Oh, sod it!
- It's all right, Leo.

It's not all right.

I'm not all right.

I understand you're worried,

- but...
- I can't...

Can't what?

Maybe I wasn't ready go back.

I feel completely out of control

and I don't know...
who's telling the truth.

- I don't know who to trust.
- You're not the only one.

Neill's been having
the same doubts as you.

Asking questions about
this undercover cop.

Asking them in some very high places.

- Since when?
- He checked this guy out at Senior Commander level

the same day he talked
to Danielle Boyce.

And yesterday he went higher,

had it straight from the Commissioner,

with a few choice words thrown in
about respect for the chain of command.

Maybe you two should
start trusting each other.

Whoever this guy is, he's not an undercover
cop, and Neill isn't covering up for him.

Your late night snooping
is much appreciated.

I'm afraid there was no
late night snooping, my love.

I have been at the hairdressers.

You're supposed to notice.

What is it?

And how did you meet
him? Through his work?

No, at the hairdressing salon, where I
used to work. He was waiting for someone.

It's a good thing something's
still working up here.

- Where are you going?
- To call Neill.

I love the hair!

Angela Myatt?

Well, actually it's Carmody,
Myatt is my maiden name.

Right, I'm sorry to disturb you at home.

I've just come from the
hairdressing salon you run.

Look, can we, can we talk inside?

I'd rather not, my kids are home.

Do you remember this woman?

Well, she worked for me. Very
briefly. She's a beautician.

It didn't work out.

She met a man at the salon.

He became her boyfriend?

No, she didn't meet anyone there.

Yeah, a white guy, about the
same age or maybe younger, 30, 35,

who may be, or may be claiming
to be, a police officer.

No. I'm sorry. I can't help you, sorry.

Carmody, Carmody?

It's an unusual name.

Where have I heard that before?

Carmody, Carmody, Carmody.

Carmody!

Sorry, you wouldn't be related to
Peter Carmody by any chance, would you?

What's he meant to have done?

Leave the talking to me.

She doesn't know anything.

Come on, lads. We're
just going to wait here.

You were right. Thanks for the tip.

He's a delivery driver?

Yeah, at the same car dealer's
where Alex Webb was a mechanic.

He's got a police record,
a conviction for fraud.

Wife and mother think he's a cop.

Does he think he's a cop?

I don't know what he thinks.

Is that the wife?

- Yeah, and that's his mum.
- I'd like to talk to her.

Well, as a profiler. I'd
like you to talk to them both.

That's all a match,
from Carmody's house.

Peter Carmody was Ruth's
lover, and Danielle's.

Carmody is Phil.

And Carmody is Terry.

But Alex Webb, not Carmody, killed Ruth.

- It's just...
- Don't!

Why?

This guy Carmody, he pulls the strings.

He, he sets everything in motion.

He tells them a story,

and if they try and get out Alex
Webb kills, Carmody cleans up?

Could that be how they work?

Could be.

Though the second time round
they didn't do such a good job.

Well, he panicked.

He lost his temper,

he lost control.

Leo, you don't know for certain
that she talked to Carmody about you.

Why do you think she was killed?

She was still inside the story.
She was trying to pull me in.

But because I gave his
fantasies a hearing,

and I gave her hope she told him.

And in return, she was killed.

Did you find what you were looking for?

No mention of an affair, no.

Just a note from Dad they read out,

saying how grateful he was for the love
of a wife and son he did not deserve.

I wish I could have had just one
conversation with him as an adult.

Jesus!

- You weren't told that's how he did it?
- No.

- Anything?
- Not that I can see.

Here.

Look,

does that look grubby to you?

Discoloured.

And it feels sticky, could be adhesive.

And there are some fibres, could you
get me some tweezers and a swab, please?

Yeah.

Peter isn't an undercover
officer, Angela. Never has been.

Then what's he been doing
for the past seven years?

He never made it through Hendon.

I know what you're doing.

Twisting things. Trying
to make me doubt him.

He said you would.

- You knew Danielle, didn't you?
- Not very well.

Did he tell you she was an informant?

He doesn't tell me anything
about his work. To protect us.

Did he tell you he was
sleeping with them both?

Left his DNA in both beds.

Or did he protect you from that too?

Absolutely no comment,
not now, not ever!

Tell me, what was Peter like as a boy?

He was a right charmer, was Peter.

Just a lovely kid.

Always?

Well, he always told fibs.

Never anything really bad, though.

I didn't mind, though.

He was my little soldier.

Linda...

your little soldier?

His dad left you see, when Peter was...

five,

so I never really had anyone else.

He did his best to look after his mum,

but, I had a few ups
and downs in my life.

I couldn't keep track of it all.

He took a bit of a left
turn, I think, Peter,

looking back on it.

Nothing bad,

just a bit... off the map,

if you know what I mean.

What about school?

I couldn't get him there.

He spent most of his
time in Haverton Woods.

Oh, he loved it up there.

Building shelters, making fires,

camping out,

like a little wild thing.

He used to come home
with such tall tales.

What was going on in
his head, I've no idea.

Weren't you concerned?

Why?

Where's the harm?

More exciting than real life, I expect.

No fun in real life, is there?

So what is he, some kind of a con man?

A fantasist. Both.

You can't tell when he's lying
because he believes it himself.

He's had years of practice.

Any idea where he might have buried her?

It'll be somewhere familiar.

Somewhere he feels safe.

I would start by looking in these woods.

Frank, it's John, I
think I've got something.

Why did you do that?!

Locking me in here!

They think it was you.

- What's that for?
- For you.

To do what?

Give us a beer.

Get me a beer!

I found you,

I trained you, I made you a man,

gave you some self respect

but I couldn't give you
a brain, could I, Alex?

- What have I done?
- You started this!

You put me at risk.

I want to bring her out very carefully,

with as much soil immediately
next to the body as possible.

- Is that sand?
- Looks like it.

This is a re-burial.

No hands?

Her face has been severely beaten.

There are multiple fractures
to the facial skeleton.

Blunt trauma. Multiple blows.

- A fist?
- Possibly.

The knife entered her...

Back.

The knife entered her back with
such force that it penetrated

all the way through. Can
we roll her over, please?

Yes, the injuries suggest that
she was stabbed in the back

as much as the...

20-odd deep penetrating
wounds to the torso display

bruising around them where the
hilt of the knife struck the body.

Can we get pictures of this, please?

They're close, successive stabs.

Rage.

Once they were in the hallway
he stabs her repeatedly with

tremendous force to make
sure that she's dead.

You did the same as me, Pete.

- No.
- Worse.

I was in the next room, remember?

I had to listen. I should know.

Those were my orders.

Danielle betrayed me.
She broke the rules.

Ruth was just messed-up.

All she wanted to do was to go home.

You had no reason to do what you did.

You have to answer to
someone, the same way I do.

The chain of command, Alex.

I gave you that order. It
was only to frighten her.

So now you have to answer to me.

Those are my orders. There
isn't any other way out!

I don't want to die, Pete,

- I don't want to die.
- How d'you think I feel?

You were my man!

Ruth was more than just messed-up.

She broke the rules, I swear she did.

Anything to prove that this was Carmody?

Well, there could've been.
She would have fought back.

She might have, I don't
know, scratched him.

But he knew there'd be
DNA, which is presumably why

he cut her hands off.

- So why the reburial?
- He was forced to.

We found sand, so maybe the ground was
unstable or perhaps something spooked him?

So why put her there in the first place?

Convenience? It's near where he is,
where they are, the pair of them.

Yeah, and where is that?

Maybe we can find out.

I went there to scare her.

To warn her. Just like you
told me. I had it off pat.

You can't just go home
when you feel like it, girl,

you'll blow the whole operation.

They're watching you!

If you run, you'll blow his cover!

If you blow his cover he dies,

I die, so does everyone else! Everyone!

I put the gun to her head

just like you told me.

And then what happened, Alex?

It went off?

Or did she say something to you?

Was it something about me?

He just delivers cars,
that's all he does!

Shut up! Shut up and listen to me!

You're putting the
whole operation at risk!

There is no operation.
He's lying to you.

He's not with the police!

What did she tell you, Alex?

I told her to shut up.

I wouldn't listen!

I'm warning you.

He has a family,

he has a wife, he has two little kids.

I've seen him with them.

She said she'd stolen a
photo of you and your kids.

I can show you.

I knew she was lying.

We can't afford to have family!

We put them at risk!

- It's just...
- Don't!

- Where are you going?
- I have to call in.

Will they let me off, Pete?

No.

- I knew she was lying!
- Then why did you kill her?!

- I, I don't know.
- All right, fine.

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

Well, I'm a trace evidence
analyst, I don't do soil.

Meaning "he can't help but
he knows someone who can".

I said I knew someone who might.

I was forgetting, he doesn't do yes.

I consulted a colleague with
an expertise in soil forensics.

And we ran an elemental analysis
on the samples Nikki gave us.

And?

Well, the key is in the mineral
composition of each of the samples found...

- on the body.
- What did you find?

Two distinct types.

The first is a black, sticky, silty soil

consistent with the soil in the
woods where the body was found.

The second is this, is a pinky-brown,

gritty, sandy soil.

So we plugged these results
into the available databases.

So where, Parsons?

Most likely?

Penwich to Haverton Common... area.

We will need to collect comparator soils

from these sectors to pinpoint
the primary burial location.

- How long will that take?
- Well, that depends,

I'll be on my own.

- It could take up to...
- What if I help?

James Bradburn results.

Positive for synthetic adhesive.

And a couple of polymer matches as well,

gaffer tape and traces of plastic bag.

You OK?

Fine.

Which sector are you in now?

Sector B,

yeah, looks like
there's sand everywhere.

Make sure you dig down a bit,

at least ten centimetres.

If you want to take these
samples back to the lab,

I'm happy to stay.

Got a fair way to go.

Are you still there?

Hello?

Hello?

SFL 708G. SFL 708G. SFL 708G.

There will have to be an inquest

and the coroner will want to know

who removed the bag.

I did.

Mary, before you say anything else,

assisting or abetting a
suicide is a very serious...

I didn't... assist him.

I found him like that.

Then why didn't you say so?

Because...

I was angry.

God, I was so angry.

And I still am,

even though I know why he did it now.

He didn't tell you about the cancer?

No.

He just seemed suddenly to hate me.

Life with me.

He picked me up on everything
I did, everything I... said.

And then

he quietly goes upstairs and...

And when I found him lying
there, I thought, you bastard,

at least you owed me an
old age after all this.

Why did he have to control everything?

Even the moment that I become a widow?

Decide that he's had enough
and go without even...

It was...

bad manners!

It was suicide, Mary.

Well, suicide humiliates the
people who are left behind

and I'd been humiliated enough.

I'm sorry, Harry.

If he had told you
he was going to do it,

do you think you'd
have tried to stop him?

Of course I would.

Then perhaps that's why he didn't.

Perhaps he wanted to save you the
pain of watching someone you love

disintegrate and change
into something else.

Some suicides are for that reason.

Hello?

Amanda Fry?

Speaking.

You don't know me,

Detective Inspector Neill.

How can I help you, Inspector Neill?

Well, it's about your car.

Yes?

Has it been stolen?

My car?

No, it hasn't. Why?

Well, a member of the public
reported your registration number

in connection with an incident
that we are investigating.

My car has been borrowed
by a friend of mine.

Oh, right. Could you tell
me who that is then, please?

Well, no, not really, not
without a bit more information.

Do you know where your car is now?

Why don't you tell me about this
incident, let's start from there.

This is a murder enquiry, Miss Fry.

Then I'll do everything
in my power to help.

If you would like me to come in?

I'll call you to arrange that, thanks.

Suspect leaving, go, go, go.

Peter Carmody, I am arresting you on the
suspicion of the murder of Danielle Boyce.

You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Why didn't you tell me how
Dad really killed himself?

Didn't I?

You told me he took an overdose.

Do you remember the day I
went to school to tell you?

You were in the headmaster's
study on a chair.

Your little bowl haircut.

Stood in your games kit, mud on
your knee, do you remember that?

Yeah.

You looked at me and you said...

"What's up?"

Was I really going to tell you that
your father had committed suicide

by taping a bag to his head
and suffocating himself?

So...

I told you about the pills.

I suppose after that,
it never came up again.

What did I say?

You said in your very
calm 11-year-old voice,

"These will be difficult times, Mum,
but I'm going to look after you."

Which you did.

Whenever I tell people about Dad,

they always say "How terrible!" and

change the subject as if...

it's guiding me away
from some dangerous place.

It's all I want to talk about.

All the time.

It's all I want to talk about.

I spend my life explaining...

disaster and death to people and I just want
someone to explain to me why he did this.

Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart,
we can't know that.

However close you are to someone,
you never truly know them.

And I want to apologise.

- You don't have to apologise.
- Yes, I do.

After Dad died, I just
wanted to be utterly alone.

I ended it with James straight away.

And for years,

I didn't want to say a word to
anyone except complete strangers.

Not even to you.

It was very wrong.

Take your time.

Number five.

Positive?

Five.

He's Terry.

You really should have
a solicitor here, Peter.

Why?

You thinking of charging me?

All in good time.

As long as you're happy
to go on without one.

I don't know one that I can trust.

How do you get people to trust you?

Miss Fry, for example.
She your girlfriend?

No.

Ruth was though, wasn't
she? And Danielle?

Well,

Ruth wasn't really a girlfriend.
She didn't really like sex.

But all that religious fervour really
gave her the edge as an informant.

My God, how she hated her pimp.

Are you referring to the man
she was watching, Robert Alanson?

Or the so-called "target" you
told her was going to meet him?

How long was it before she worked
out that it was all bullshit?

Know what this is?

Don't let me spoil your fun, tell me.

You were kicked out of
Hendon Police College in '93.

You're no copper,
undercover or otherwise.

It's very good.

Those boys are clever.

It's a fake.

When you get to my level,
Inspector, these things are routine.

A false background.

It's for my own protection.

Villains dig pretty deep.

In case anyone thinks I'm not kosher.

Is that why you killed
Danielle and Ruth?

- They found out you weren't kosher?
- I didn't kill Ruth, or Danielle.

Peter, Peter, we have evidence that you
were in the flat where Danielle was killed.

I'm sure you do.

Why are your knuckles bruised?

I had a disagreement with Alex.

Did you bury the body in Haverton woods?

It's where you played as a kid,

where you played out your fantasies.

Still do.

I talked about it once with Alex.

- Why?
- Why not?

We were just talking,
he's a part of my team.

Was. He's dead, remember.

Yeah.

That was a shame.

Not everyone liked Alex.

Not everyone trusted him.

To do what?

Oh, no.

No.

No disrespect, sir, but
I need a higher authority

than you if I'm going to
reveal that kind of information.

As you know, we think we've
found the first burial site.

Soil samples match the samples
found on the victim's body exactly.

- But no hands?
- No.

What about Amanda Fry's car?

Any evidence of Danielle's body there?

Clean.

No blood, no fibres, no soil.

But his work's reported
a car missing off the lot.

Could he have swapped them?

Where would he dump it? Any ideas?

Depends when and where he swapped.

- Amanda might know.
- You have to ask her.

She's in love with this man.

If she thinks she can
save him, she will!

Then you have to get her on side.

How? She thinks we're fitting him up.

Then you have to convince
her that you're not.

No.

You have to.

She's not going to believe
it from anyone else.

Hi, I'm Professor Leo Dalton.

Home Office pathologist.

Would you like to...?

This is the physical
evidence. All of it.

Why are you showing me this?

I want you to see what
they've got against Peter.

And then I want to ask you a question.

What we know is that Peter had
sex with both female victims.

That's not a crime, though, is it?

No.

We found a shoe print...

at the second crime scene
which matches his shoe size.

Do you have the shoes?

No.

You don't even know
if it was Peter's shoe?

No.

What about Alex Webb's death?

Evidence indicates
that it was suicide, but

someone did punch him in the
face shortly before he died.

That didn't contribute to his death?

No.

Not very much, is there, considering
three people have now died?

The thing is, I spoke to
Danielle before she was murdered.

She was trying to clear
Peter's name as well.

She trusted me.

I gave her my card.

I'm not sure what
you're trying to tell me.

After she was killed,
her body was moved.

No doubt in a car.

Not mine.

No. But a vehicle from
the dealer's is missing and

Peter was supposed to deliver it.

I, I don't know where that vehicle is.

Well, maybe not, but if
you did, would you tell me?

Yes.

Where was Peter when
you lent him your car?

Where did you pick him up from?

Got a map?

His skin is under her fingernails,

all of them.

She put up one hell of a fight.

You must've been very angry.

Did you think she'd been disloyal?

I think

it was because she
wouldn't come with you.

And you were scared that she was
going to work out what you really are.

Very good.

You've got me.

How much did they pay you

to screw me over?

Conversation over. Bring me a lawyer.

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