All language subtitles for S01 Point Of Rescue x264 RB58

Geraldine?

Christ!

Oonagh's meant to be having
a play day with Lucy.

Well, Geraldine's car's here.

I thought you were supposed to be
away. I managed to get back early.

Coming in?

Geraldine?

Four...

Seven... Run!

Coming, ready or not.

Lucy, I got you!

Geraldine?

Lucy?

Geraldine!

DS Zailer.
"It's Proust. Are you there yet?"

Yes, I'm at the house now, sir.
"Well, you're late."

"The pathologist is already there."
Yes, sir. I know.

"This one's down to you, Zailer."

Thank you, sir.

DC Waterhouse.

Sergeant. Just down the corridor,
on the left.

Pathologist's already here.
Didn't think you were on today.

No, they called me in. It's not
a problem. No, of course not.

The inspector's already called me.
Didn't even give me time to...

..get here.

Morning, ma'am. Morning.

Dr Chaudry. Charlie Zailer.

DS Zailer.
Good to meet you, finally.

I'm sure you've seen worse at the
Met, but for us this is a rarity.

The woman died of blood loss,
deep cuts to the right wrist.

The girl apparently drowned.
I won't know until the postmortem.

Could anyone else
have done this?

There are no marks to suggest it's
anything other than self-inflicted.

They've just found this
in the other bedroom.

Thank you, Sellers.

Thank you, Dr Chaudry.

Are you Mrs O'Hara?

Oonagh's exhausted,
can I take her home?

Of course. I just need
to take a quick statement.

I've already spoken to
the other detective.

Right. Erm, well,
can we drive you home?

No, thanks. No.

Is that your cat?

It's all right, darling.
We're going to go home now, OK?

Geraldine adored Lucy.

She wouldn't have done this.

She couldn't.

I have to ask, sir, if your wife
had any history of mental illness?

No. Never.

Were there any marital problems?

No!

This was a business trip
you were away on, yes? Yeah.

Just a couple of days.
I was in Switzerland

at a scientific conference.
We make lasers.

When did you last speak to
your wife? Yesterday.

When?

Lunchtime, around 1:30.

Was there an argument,
anything the matter? No! No!

However trivial. I've said, no!

She was fine!

Somebody must've broken
into the house -

We're checking for
forced entry now, sir.

Detective Sergeant Zailer.

I'm in charge of this investigation.

Thank you, DC Waterhouse.

I'm very sorry about this,
Mr Bretherick.

Thank you for letting us do our job.

Is this your wife's handwriting?

"I'm sorry, but I have to do
what is right for Lucy and me."

Do you have any idea what she means?

No! I thought everything was fine.

If you can think of
any reason at all.

I... I don't know if there's...

anything to tell you.

Is there anyone we can call
to be with you, sir?

No, it's just Geraldine.

There's only ever been Geraldine.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Poor bloke.
By all means, commit suicide,

but don't take the kid with you,
it's so bloody selfish.

We don't know all the facts yet.

Listen, Friday night...

The erm, the end of the evening's
a bit hazy.

We don't have to talk about -
We're working together,

so I don't want it to be a problem.
It's not a problem. No problem.

That's good.

One more thing...

Would you mind not going
ahead with interviews

without consulting me
first, please?

Sorry - I'm not being difficult,

it's just it confuses things and...

since I have to make a
judgement on the case,

I need to be involved
at all stages.

OK.

No problem.

Anyway, this all looks
pretty straightforward.

Every time I stay at this hotel,
you mess something up.

What's wrong with you?
I know that I booked.

Do you expect me to drive
back to Manchester for five hours?

Here you are, you're booked
in for the 7th. See, I told you.

It's the 6th today. I'll cancel
your booking for tomorrow

and I'll put you in our annexe.
They're lovely rooms.

Have a nice stay.

Silly cow.

She probably had a long day.

Hello?

Hello?

Nick?

Jake?

Zoe?

Hi, guys. How was football?

Did they win? 3-1.

Don's dropped by for a beer.
He's brought little Matt.

Ah. Don't worry, Sal. I'll cook.

Sal, grab us a couple of beers,
will you?

"The bill goes
before Parliament next week."

In further news,
the mother and daughter found dead

in their luxury home this morning

have been named as
Geraldine and Lucy Bretherick.

They were found by Geraldine's
husband, Mark Bretherick,

when he returned from
a business trip.

The police are looking
into the possibility

that Geraldine
Bretherick killed herself

"after taking the life
of her daughter."

I don't suppose you could translate
that for me, could you?

What do you mean? The sentence where
you move from Aramaic to Sanskrit.

"Question. When did you last see
Mrs Bretherick before today?

Cordy O'Hara: Last Friday, picking up
Lucy from school. She seemed fine."

Oh, really?
It says that, does it? Hm-mm.

Anything in here that
seemed at all helpful?

Yes, there is.

Cordy O'Hara... makes a point...

of saying Geraldine was
"the perfect mother. She was happy

and she would never have done this."
People who commit suicide

don't always advertise the fact.
But this is her best friend.

Says they shared everything. It's
a fallacy women share everything.

Is Cordy O'Hara married?

Divorced, I think. Single mother.

Geraldine Bretherick has
wealthy husband,

great kid, designer house, maybe
she felt she'd no right to complain.

Am I interrupting something?
Nothing at all, Sergeant.

A five-year-old's in a
morgue, DC Sellers.

I'm struggling to find what's
funny about that. Yes, sir.

DS Zailer.

Thank you. Pathology report's ready.
That was quick.

Yeah, well, they fast-track it.

Great. Coming?

Wo-ho! Go get her, tiger!

Wo-ho!

Hey, Sal. Are you all right?

You look awful.
You know that story in the news...

about the woman killing
herself and her daughter?

Horrible, isn't it?
I mean, I know kids drive you mad -

Her husband... Esther, I know him.

What do you mean? That course I went
on a couple of months ago in Leeds.

Yeah? He was staying
at the same hotel and...

I can't stop thinking
about it, Esther.

His wife and his child are dead.
He must be in such a state.

Sally, you didn't?

I did.

I slept with him, Esther.

Oh, come here.

We have received a toxicology report,
Mr Bretherick.

Were you aware of your wife taking
any medication for anxiety?

Benzodiazepine?
No. but I... I have a prescription.

Could she have been taking
your pills without you knowing? Yeah.

I suppose so, but I don't know why.

The bottle's in the drawer in the
bedroom. Do you want me to get it?

Please.

So his pills ended up
in her stomach?

It doesn't mean he
force-fed them to her, does it?

These are all Geraldine's
paintings, yeah?

Looks like it. What do you think?

Too chocolate-box for me.

I meant as evidence
of her state of mind.

Not exactly depressed, are they?

What do you expect, The Scream?

It's empty.

Do you, er... do you think
Lucy was asleep when she...

Would it... We really can't be...

We're pretty sure she was
unconscious when she died.

You were abroad a lot, Mr Bretherick.

Could your wife have been lonely?

She had friends. She painted.

Did she have male friends?

She wasn't having an affair! OK?

I'm sorry to have to ask this,
Mr Bretherick, I'm sure you'll understand.

Was there anything of
that nature on your side?

No, I loved my wife.

Did your wife use
this computer, sir?

We all used it. I'd like to check
her correspondence, if that's OK?

Do you have to?

Yes, please, sir.

I think we'll leave it there
for today, thank you, Mr Bretherick,

when DC Waterhouse has finished.

Sir.

Did you do any
interview technique training?

He wasn't very keen on the idea
of us taking the laptop, was he?

His wife has just killed herself
and their daughter,

I'm thinking that's making him
a little bit tetchy.

Maybe.

He was in Switzerland.

His alibi's solid.

I was at the hotel bar

and we got chatting.

Talked about Nick and the kids,
how it wasn't always easy.

Talked about you.

He understood.
You look like her, you know.

Who? His wife, Geraldine.

Do you think so?

It is over, isn't it?

Course it is.

I haven't seen him since.

And you're not going to
contact him, are you? No.

Esther, I thought I might drop him
a line, just to say how sorry I am.

As a friend, nothing else.

Don't get involved, Sal.

Honestly, for both your sakes.

See you back there.

Anything?

"Lucy would like to continue
with ballet this term."

"I will be attending parents' evening this
Thursday. My husband's away on business."

The life of
a happily married housewife (!)

Probably killed herself
out of boredom.

Seems perfectly contented to me,

which would corroborate
Cordy O'Hara's statement.

All my married friends swear they're
happy, but they're bloody miserable.

Doesn't make it the case here.

Well, it wouldn't,
except she was found dead in the bath!

It was all going so well,
Friday night.

Say that again.

Nothing, Sergeant.

Zailer?

Carol's away on a trip with her mum.

Which one? What's the event, sir?

Charity lunch. Police rest home.

I'd go for the blue silk. Hm?

I think the pattern.

Progress?
Still looking for a motive, sir.

Hm-mm. What does Waterhouse think?

With respect, I'm in charge
of this investigation. Yes, you are.

To be honest, I find him -
Here we go.

Carry on. Well -

If you're going to say
undisciplined, I agree.

And arrogant and humourless,

and useless with paperwork.

Bloody good copper, though.

I'm not asking you to marry him,
just to iron out his creases.

I'm sure you can make it work.

Sorry, sir.
Sellers has found something.

"I held her bedroom
door closed tonight."

She was trying to get
out, screaming, 'Mummy!',

"whimpering at the keyhole, crying."

This is Geraldine talking about
her daughter, isn't it? Yeah.

"Then he came in, said he couldn't
stand it, so he let her out.

I feel like I am suffocating."

So, not quite the perfect mother
we've been led to believe.

Sir, I've been contacted by
a criminologist at the university.

He says this is a typical case
of family annihilation.

With your permission,
I'd like to show him this material.

Fine. Get it wrapped up.

Sellers, can you get this
copied for me?

I'm going to head down
to the university.

Want me to come?

No, thank you.

If you can crack on
with the paperwork.

He's very prolific, isn't he,
Professor Harboard?

Two books a year. That's quite
an achievement, that level.

What about you?

Oh, I've had a few
articles published.

In fact, it was one of mine that got
him interested in family annihilation.

Publish or die?

Are you an academic?
Briefly. Archaeology.

My goodness... Here you are...

Woke one morning,
realised I was very, very bored.

Signed up for the force the next day.

No offence.
None taken. It's not for everyone.

Hello. Steve Harboard.

Charlie Zailer. Detective Sergeant.

Lovely to meet you.

Dr Hey, remind me to
get arrested more often.

Shall we?

"Tonight I let her
read in the bath."

She balanced the light
on the edge like I do.

I was willing it to to fall in.

"I knew it would destroy
him, as well."

It's almost a confession.

And she's giving the motive. The
husband's clearly done something

that's incensed her.

Oh, my soul.
Force not the mother's hand

to slay the child.

Medea?

You're saying she had
some kind of Medea complex?

The mother wants to cut
the umbilical cord, but she can't,

and yet she finds the all-consuming
needs of the child destroying her.

Read your Freud, DS Zailer?

I've read his works
on narcissism, yes.

Quite an achievement,
for a police officer.

There. It needs updating,
but you're welcome to keep it.

Thanks.

There are two motives
for family annihilation -

revenge and the desire to protect.

Either Mark Bretherick did
something terrible to Geraldine

or she feared he would do
something to the child.

I'm going to need
a detailed report on this.

Would you be interested in doing a
case study? It would be my pleasure.

Would it be possible for
somebody to be in this state

and for nobody around them to notice
any change in their behaviour?

In my humble opinion, the clues
are always there, DS Zailer.

It's whether one chooses
to see them or not.

Hi, Oonagh.

Mrs O'Hara, could I have
a few more moments of your time?

Yeah. Mind if I come in? Sure.

Come on, Lucy. Lucy...

Did Geraldine ever describe Lucy
as being... particularly demanding,

having to lock her in her room? No!

Geraldine was
THE most together person.

She happily gave up
a brilliant career to raise Lucy,

she was an amazing artist,
she spoke three languages fluently.

She... took it all in her stride.

Are you a mum?

I'm having a few problems
locating Mr Right.

What about Mark Bretherick?

He was... very possessive of her.

Her wanted their family to be
the focus all of the time.

How did Geraldine deal with that?
She seemed relaxed about it.

Don't punish yourself.

People hide things.

Come on.

"Family annihilation is becoming
increasingly common..."

"bedroom door closed,
whimpering..."

"She finds an all-consuming need..."

The husband has clearly done
something that's...

The clues are there, DS Zailer,

"it's whether one chooses
to see them or not."

Come on, darling.

Leave that. Come on, you'll be late.

So how do you spell 'apple'?

Good girl. Give me a kiss.

Mwah!

Hey, Esther, it's me.

Look, I've got a stomach bug,
I'm gonna try and sleep it off.

I'll be in later this afternoon.

Ooh.

Mm. That's for Sellers.
He'll forgive you.

I made some progress yesterday.
Good. So did I.

Take a look at this.

"Home Wreckers: Murder
In The Family." Chapter two.

A woman kills herself and kids in almost
the same way Geraldine Bretherick did.

Drowned the kids,
slashed her own wrists.

Her husband was having an affair.
You're saying Bretherick was playing away?

No, just that all was not
right in the marriage.

I went to see Cordy O'Hara and she admitted
Mark Bretherick was intensely jealous.

I went to Mark Bretherick's office
yesterday. You did what?

I went to Mark Bretherick's
office yesterday.

I wanted to double-check his alibi.

He had a first wife who died.

Who told you that? His assistant.

So? Right...

He didn't make a speech at the conference
in Switzerland until Saturday morning.

Time of death is presumed to be
sometime Friday evening.

I think his alibi is shaky. Go on.
So I went and saw him.

You cannot re-interview sensitive
witnesses without consulting me.

He attended events on Thursday
and something early Friday.

He'd time to get a plane, come
over, kill Geraldine and Lucy

and make it back in time
for his speech on Saturday.

You were too busy feeling sorry for him to
know it's the bald facts. He could've done it.

You check the airlines?
Yeah. His name doesn't come up,

but I applied for CCTV footage.
I spoke to his bank manager.

He's got huge cash flow problems.

He started his business
using his first wife's money.

Geraldine has a life
insurance policy.

I think, if nothing else,
that merits an investigation.

This is my first case for Proust.

I know I'm screwing it up, but
you can't wait to tell him, can you?

What? No. I'm... I'm not like that.

What are you like, DC Waterhouse?

Gossiping about me
behind my back to Sellers? No!

I'm... You've gone out of your way
to make me look like an idiot!

Now, look, this is not...

This is about the case, OK?
And I'm -

I don't think I gave anyone
permission to use my office.

Been rifling through the paperwork,
have we? Sorry, sir.

We're done.

Oi.

Geraldine?

Ah...

Hi. I'm... I'm looking for Mark.

Sorry, for a moment
I thought you were...

Sorry, I'm looking for Mark.
Is he here?

What do you want?
It's a card for Mark Bretherick.

I'm Mark Bretherick.

No, you're not.
What are you talking about?

Well, I know Mark. He isn't you.
He doesn't look like you. I...

OK, get off my property.

He's 39 years old,
birthday's on 30th November

and he likes malt whisky
and Eric Clapton!

How did you know all that?
Mark Bretherick told me.

But I've never seen
you before in my life!

I thought you were this man.
So what did he look like?

When did you meet him?
I've got to go. Please, please!

I want to go. Come into my house. Please,
I just want to prove to you who I am.

Please.

Thank you.

If he wasn't Mark Bretherick,
then who was he?

He described this house.

He talked about Geraldine and Lucy.

Where did you meet him?
At a hotel in Yorkshire.

I was on a management course,
I work for a hotel.

You were involved with
him, weren't you? No.

No, we were friends, that's all.

He had this photo.

What do you mean?

He showed it to me.
The man had this?

This man is pretending to be me and
he's got photographs of my family?

We have to go to the police.

I can't. But they think
she was murdered.

I know they do.
They think it was me!

The police think you killed her?
Yeah. You have to come with me.

What's your name?

What is your name?

Esther. Esther who?

Esther Taylor. Right.
I'm going to get my car keys.

You have to come to the police!
Please!

Esther, please!

Esther!

Esther, look at this.

Where did you get this?

Mark Bretherick's front room.
You have to give it back!

You don't understand.
The other Mark had this.

The frame, I'm sure it's the same.

It was on his dressing table
in the hotel we stayed in.

How did it end up
in Mark Bretherick's house?

Maybe there's something on the back.
You have to go to the police.

What'll Nick say? It'll kill him.

Anyway, I don't want to get
my Mark into trouble.

For God's sake, Sally,
you have no idea who he is!

Who are they?

I don't know.

In my opinion,
the diaries are authentic.

Do they corroborate murder/suicide?

They express an intense uneasiness
about the maternal role.

Professor Harboard thinks
Geraldine's motive was revenge.

Bretherick has withdrawn his love from
Geraldine and transferred it to Lucy.

Geraldine wants to get even.

OK.

The problem is we have a conflict

between the diaries
and what her friends say.

According to them,
she was the perfect mother,

but Professor Harboard believes
the diaries are genuine

and written by a woman in despair.

There is another possibility

and Detective Constable Waterhouse
is going to take us through it.

Mark Bretherick had a first
wife, who drowned.

He gained financially
from her death,

as he is set to gain
financially from Geraldine's.

He likes blondes, doesn't he?

Have you got hold of the detective who was
on this? He's retired. I've left messages.

Mark Bretherick could have set
this up to look like murder/suicide.

I don't think that's very likely.

Those diaries do show that
Mrs Bretherick was very disturbed.

Boss, Mark Bretherick's here -
There's a man claiming to be me!

You lot, you don't have a clue,
do you? Mr Bretherick -

You come round to my
house, accusing me!

Look, a woman came to my house.
Esther Taylor.

She said she'd met a man called Mark
Bretherick at a hotel in Yorkshire.

Now, he had a photograph
of Geraldine and Lucy,

the same one that I have
at the house!

She stole it!
I'm Det Chief Inspector Proust.

Sounds to me like you want to
make a statement, sir. Yes, I do.

Look, you've got to
find this Esther Taylor.

She works in a local hotel.
Don't worry, Mr Bretherick.

Here we go.

So... is Mark Bretherick delusional,

or do you think he's telling
the truth?

The truth being Esther Taylor exists and she
met a bloke claiming to be Mark Bretherick?

It's possible, yeah.

Listen...

I need to know what you told
Sellers about Friday night.

He saw you getting into
my car outside the bar

and he knows that I drove you
home, that's it.

That's it.

I keep things to myself, I...

Even if I didn't, Sellers is
the last person I'd confide in.

OK. I'm sorry.

No, no, it's not a problem.

I apologise for anything untoward

that might've happened
after you dropped me off.

We don't need to talk about it. We do.
I drink too much when I'm nervous.

With it being a new job, I had
a few too many. It's not a problem.

Anything inappropriate that did
happen was because of the alcohol. OK.

No problem.

Well, erm...

We need to find Esther Taylor.

Esther, it's Sally.

I think both these photos
were taken at the bird sanctuary.

I took Jake and Zoe there last year.
I'm going to go there now.

If I don't find anything,
I'll go to the police.

I promise.

"If I don't find anything,
I'll go the police. I promise."

Oh, Sally!

Mrs O'Hara? Can I have a word?

I'm looking for someone.
An Esther Taylor.

Does that name mean anything to you?
I don't think so.

Are you sure Geraldine never mentioned it?
No. Maybe she's a parent

Mrs O'Hara, I wanted to catch you.

Oonagh's had a very good day.

Oh, Mrs Brett, this is DC Waterhouse.
He's on the -

He's not going to arrest you,
Oonagh. I'll just take her home.

Thank you so much. OK.

Poor Oonagh's had a rough ride.

She and Lucy were very close.

Traumatic for anyone to find
something like that, but a child...

Doesn't bear thinking about.
Have you heard of an Esther Taylor?

Hello. Would you mind signing
the visitors' book?

Thank you, dear.
It just helps with our funding.

I know this is a silly question...

..but these photos were taken here.
Do you recognise these people?

Hang on. Let me put on my glasses.

No, I can't say I do.

Never mind.

Isn't that the little
girl that died?

Are you a reporter?

No, no, nothing like that.

Then why are you asking
these questions?

I just... need to find them.

If you know anything important
about this little girl and her mum,

you should go to the police.
I will. Maybe I will. OK? Why?

Do you know something about them?

Right, I'll call the police myself.

Give me the police, please.

Simon, it's me. Someone rang in,

saying there's a woman
acting suspiciously.

She has pictures of
Geraldine Bretherick.

"Right."

Her name is Esther Taylor.

I'll meet you there. Where is it?

She might still be here.
Blonde, early thirties.

Excuse me, madam. Is your name
Esther Taylor? Esther Taylor?

Esther Taylor? Esther Taylor?

Is your name Esther Taylor?
Esther Taylor?

Esther?

'Esther?'

'Esther?'

So, Esther Taylor.

She was gone by the time
we got there, sir.

CCTV? That's a little advanced
for the bird sanctuary, sir.

But she did a runner and left
these photos behind.

And? It seems she did go
to the Bretherick house

and steal this photo
of Geraldine and Lucy.

She turns up at the bird sanctuary.
Shows this to the woman at the door.

Who are they?
We don't know, sir.

Neither did she. She was
trying to identify them.

What's the connection between
them and Geraldine Bretherick?

We don't know that either, sir.

Why not tell me
something you do know?

We do know
we need to find Esther Taylor.

According to Mark Bretherick
she works at a local hotel.

We're checking everyone
within a 20-mile radius.

Waterhouse?

I went to a seance
with my Aunt Ruby once.

It was just like this.
Excuse me.

I thought you were gonna
whip him into shape.

I do my best, sir.

Well, do better.

Let me know what
transpires, won't you?

Yes, sir.

Sarge, got something for you.

Can you address me for once without
a ham and cheese bagel in your mouth?

It's tuna mayonnaise.

Anyway we found Esther Taylor.

Oh, thank God! Where?

We've got a positive ID.
It's definitely her.

Esther Taylor. 35 years old.

Junior manager at the Crowne Plaza
Hotel. She lived on her own.

So I sent Sellers round to the flat.

You need to get over to the hotel.

What have you been doing?
I had an idea.

You'd have told me to stay put
and check hotels. I would.

So I went to Lucy's school.

This is Maria Olivia
and her daughter Amy,

who is one of Lucy Bretherick's
best friends. Go on.

The family moved back to Spain about
a year ago. I checked their flat.

Some big, knobby Georgian number,
but no forwarding address. Dead end.

Thank you for sharing,
DC Waterhouse.

We need to know why
Esther Taylor was looking for them.

Blimey, home baking.
I use my oven for storage.

These are for Oonagh's school.

If you don't bake cookies,
you get your tyres slashed

by the yummy mummies.

So down to business.
Do you know these two?

That's Amy and her mother Maria.

The girls were friends for a time.

They moved back to Spain
a while ago. Maybe a year.

It was quite a relief.
Amy was a bit of a nightmare.

One of those kids when you
see her your heart sinks.

But Oonagh and Lucy were
really fond of her. The mother.

Maria.
I wasn't keen.

She had some high-powered job.

I don't think
she really wanted children.

I'd say motherhood
bored the pants off her.

What about the dad?
I never met him.

Maria was gonna
organise a dinner party.

Never happened - thank goodness!
Why the interest?

We're just trying to join some dots.

We need to get hold
of them to be honest.

I'm pretty sure the girls
swapped email addresses.

They were gonna stay in contact,
but you know.

I'll dig it out for you.

One. Coming.

Amy!

Hey, Oonagh.

Why do children run away from me?

She thinks you've come
to arrest her.

She convinced herself
Lucy's death was her fault.

Why?
Amy told her a secret apparently.

Made her promise not to tell.
But she told Lucy.

Now Lucy's dead,
so it's all her fault.

Perfect logic when you're six.

Right.

Help!

Thank you for your time.

Blood tests show benzodiazepine
in her blood stream.

Same as Geraldine Bretherick.

They've recovered her handbag.

Mobile phone's missing.

Have you got anything?

Mm. I spoke to most
of her colleagues.

Just two outstanding. One
on holiday. One called in sick.

And? Esther was divorced.
Well liked. No regular boyfriend.

I have names. Sellers is checking
them out. Good.

Yesterday afternoon a man came in
looking for her.

Hold it.

Go back.

Bloody hell!
I knew it.

Interview with Mark Bretherick
in the presence of DC Waterhouse

and DS Zailer.

Mr Bretherick, where were you
at 5pm yesterday afternoon?

I was at the Crowne Plaza Hotel
looking for Esther Taylor.

Why were you looking for her?

She came to my house and said
she worked at the local hotel.

And she stole a photo
of my wife and child.

Then she vanished,
and you don't believe she exists.

Did you find her?
No. Went home.

You have witnesses
who can corroborate that?

No, because my house is completely
empty these days

because my wife and daughter
are dead. Do you remember?

Is this the photo Esther Taylor
stole from your house?

Yeah, except it was in a frame.
Where did you get it?

Is this from your house, too?

I think that's one
of Lucy's friends. Amy.

But I've never seen
the photo before.

What have they got to do
with Geraldine's death?

What about this?

Why are you showing me this?
Come on!

But I've never seen it before.

This is Esther Taylor.

No, it's not.

This isn't the woman
who came to my house.

Look, are you gonna charge me
with anything?

Because if you're not,
I'm gonna leave.

Is it your intetntion to sabotage
every witness in this case?

What is the matter with you?
So you buy that?

They're off again! Why say Esther
isn't the woman who saw him?

Because he doesn't want to be
in the frame for her murder.

He was the one that brought us
to her in the first place! Sarge.

You're not listening. If he plans
murder, why go in a police station

and annouce he's looking for her?
Exactly.

Sergeant.

What? There were four men
in Esther Taylor's life.

All four have been alibied.
Two by their wives.

Fine. We showed her photo to
the woman at the bird sanctuary -

She's never seen her before.
How do you know? Wild bloody guess!

If there's anyone in her life
we haven't spoken to, JFDI now.

Come again?
Just fucking do it, Sellers.

No, sir. I'm afraid not, sir.

I just got an email
from Maria Olivia in Spain.

She and her husband are devastated

by the death of Lucy and Geraldine,

but they have no idea
who Esther Taylor is.

Thank you, sir.

Up your arse, sir.

The problem is, Jonathan,
I was convinced

Geraldine and Lucy was a
straightforward murder-suicide,

and then another stiff turns up.

I see how this complicates things.

Professor Harwood says a crime
scene says as much about a criminal

as your home says about you.
You should see my flat.

It's not an exact science.

We can't identify individuals,
only types.

But we're happy to take credit
when the killer is caught. Familiar!

If the cases are linked,
what I can say...

is the perpetrator is most likely
an ultra-controlling,

high-functioning man.

Hi. Jonathan was just telling me

what an amazing mentor
you've been to him.

If you've come to see me, sorry.
I've got a TV thing.

It's a distraction from my work, but
it is interesting. I can imagine.

I'm free later if you fancy chewing
over your fascinating case.

I'm really up against it.

Well, pity.

I'll call you.

Sorry, he's a bit of a...

Yeah, he is a bit.
So what are we talking?

A stranger killing?

No. I'd say...

someone intimately connected
with the family.

Mark Bretherick?

I didn't get you anything
cos I didn't know what you'd want.

I'm fine.

Have something. Don't make me eat
on my own. I make my own food.

Like to know what's in it.
Who does that look like?

A young Geraldine Bretherick.

That's Sally Thorne,
Esther's best friend.

They work together at the hotel.
She's not off sick. She's missing.

Since when?
Yesterday afternoon. Come on.

Yeah. This is her.
This is the woman who came here.

Who is she?
Her name is Sally Thorne.

Have you spoken to her?
Unfortunately not.

She went missing yesterday
morning, sir.

Do you think something's happened
to her? All avenues are open.

Is there any possibility
your wife knew this woman?

It's unlikey, but I have no idea.

I'm sorry, Mr Bretherick, but
we must search your house again. OK.

Do what you need to do, Sellers.

Do you need me to stay?
No, sir.

Hi, honey. I'm home!

Sorry. Really bad joke.

Mark!

Why did you say
you were Mark Bretherick?

I couldn't think of any other way
to do it. Honestly.

To do what?

To protect you, Sally.

That's all I was trying to do.

I dreamed about you for months.

I fantasized about running into you,

but Jesus Christ!
I never imagined this.

I know. It...

It must seem bizarre. It is bizarre.
What am I saying?

You must have been petrified.

It's... It's just I had to weigh
one thing against the other,

and it seemed to me better
you were terrified than... dead.

Dead?! What do you mean dead?

Mark Bretheridge is trying
to kill you... Sally.

I don't even know know him.
I've hardly even met...

Why does he want to kill me?

Esther!
I'm so sorry.

Mark Bretherick killed her.

He must have thought
she was onto him.

Oh, my God!

I told him my name
was Esther Taylor.

Is that why?

It's my fault.

It's my fault she's dead.

Stop it. Listen to me. It's...

I-It's not you fault.
It's my bloody fault.

I told you I was Mark Bretherick.

If I hadn't made up that stupid lie,
you wouldn't have seen him,

she'd still be alive.

He killed her.

And now he's looking for you.

How do you know these things?
This is horrible. Who are you?

I'm Jonathan Hey. I know
because I'm a criminologist,

and I'm making a study of Mark
for the police.

But he's a psychopath. You're not
safe till he's off the street.

The only place I could think of
that was safe was here.

Looking sharp, boss.

Commissioner's retirement do.
What are we looking at now, Zailer?

From Bretherick's house.
There must be a link

between all the women -
I hope we find it in this lot.

And Sally Thorne? We found her car
and registered her as missing.

We think she's been abducted, sir.
Started an appeal.

Hm.

I think he likes you, Charlie.

Well, thank you, Colin.

Where did this lot come from?

That came from...

..the shelf in the kitchen.

It's all written in Spanish.

Written by Geraldine?
Not her handwriting.

That needs translating.

Do you like basil?

I don't mind.

I really ought to call Nick.
He'll be going out of his mind.

Let him sweat. He deserves it.

You told me he treated
you like a skivvy.

Remember that morning we stayed
in bed and ordered room service?

You said he was so useless he didn't
know how to use the washing machine.

I didn't mean it. I -
Anyway, I know he's ok.

I texted him.

What?!
I used your phone. Don't worry.

Who did you say you were?

You, of course.

You sent him a message
pretending to be me?

You can't do that!
What's the matter?

You trusted me before.
Why don't you trust me now?

I do trust you.

I was just wondering
about your plans.

What are you - we,
what are we gonna do?

We're gonna have supper.

Then we'll...

work out a course of action.

OK?

OK?

Thanks for coming.

No problem.
Sorry about the mess.

Just... sit down.

Listen to this.

'I slammed the door on her
and held onto the handle.

She kept saying, 'Mummy, let me out!

Then he came upstairs
and said I was being cruel.'

Geraldine Bretherick's diary.
No, it's not.

It's written in Spanish
and it's a translation of this.

See the handwriting's different.

Look at the suicide note.

Where did you find this?

At the Bretherick house.

The kids' names are different.

Amy instead of Lucy.

Amy. Olivia?

This is Maria's diary.
Yes, it is.

It was altered
on Geraldine's computer

to make it look like she was
disturbed enough to kill Lucy.

What do you think?

And this? 'I'm sorry, but I have to
do what is right for Lucy and me.'

This isn't a suicide note.
No, it's not.

Forensics say
it's been torn from a longer letter.

I knew this was never
murder-suicide.

Yeah, well....

you were right and I was wrong.

Anyway thanks for coming over.
Sorry to bother you.

No, no, no. No, this is great.

This is great really. Well done.

It's brilliant. You're brilliant.

Don't... get carried away, will you?

So you speak Spanish, then?

Si.

Dos sangrias por favor.

I forgot you don't drink.

We need to find these
Olivias, don't we?

Yes, we do.

So you're saying you
knew the Brethericks.

Geraldine Bretherick would have
married me, if she'd been free.

How do you mean?

I have family of my own.

And our children were friends.

After my wife took ours
back to Spain...

..well, I bought one of
Geraldine's paintings.

She was a wonderful painter.

A wonderful mother.

So what happened?

She ended it.

Said she felt uncomfortable.

But she'd never have
left her husband.

Why do you think I used Mark
Bretherick's name when I met you?

He had everything I wanted.

Do you think he found out
about you and Geraldine?

Well, he must have done.

Why else do you
think he killed her?

When we were at the hotel you had a
photo of Geraldine and Lucy. Yeah.

Mark Bretherick had the
same photo in his house.

Geraldine gave it to me.

When things were going well

Then she asked for it back.

She said she thought it might
look... compromising.

So...

when you saw me in the
hotel in Leeds you...

you must have thought
I looked like Geraldine.

I thought that ages
before I saw you up there.

It was uncanny actually.

What do you mean?

I saw you one night
getting out of your car.

Geraldine's doppelganger.

A couple of weeks later
I saw you at the station.

You looked so sweet
struggling with the...

..wheels on that little case.

I don't understand.

How did you end up
in the same hotel as me?

Because I knew I had to meet you.

I followed you, Sally.

I never believed that it was
Geraldine's diary.

She'd never have written
those things about Lucy.

She adored her.
I am very sorry about that.

Is there any reason you can think of

why your wife was translating
Maria Olivia's diaries?

I didn't know they were so close.

Geraldine was so clever.
She was brilliant at languages.

Why not ask Maria Olivia?
We are trying to.

But we need any lead you can give us
about the Olivias.

Anything at all.

They buoght my favourite
of Geraldine's paintings.

Just come back from a
bloody trade fair in Munich,

and it was gone.

Geraldine said the husband
came round to collect it.

When? When was this?

Er... Munich was about...
three months ago.

Three months? Are you sure?

Thank you very much, sir.

Sally!

Sally!

Come down. I've got something
to show you. It's a surprise.

I don't like surprises.

You're gonna love this one!

Do you remember when you bunked off
that conference in Leeds, and you said,

'Wouldn't it be great to run away to a
Greek island and live in a white house?'

With blue shutters.

Yeah, that was just talk.
A daydream.

It was then, but it doesn't have
to be now.

Look.

It's for sale.

We can make our dreams come true.

We're gonna raise our little family
in fresh air by the sea.

What's that mean?
What are you talking about?

Don't you think... we should have
a little baby of our own?

I've already got the family,
Jonathan.

And I want to get back to them.

Oh, Sally!

You really don't know
what you want, do you?

We really need some more
information on the Olivias.

We need to trace them. Did you try
the email address I gave you?

I did, and I got a reply.

But when I asked for a
phone number nothing.

We think they've been
in the UK recently.

All I'll have is an old address.
Whatever you have, please. OK.

Hello.

Oh. Hi, Jess.

It's my turn tomorrow.

That's a nice picture.

Did you do this?
Yes.

Who are these three?

That's me.

That's Lucy.

And that's Amy.

Did you do this bit here?
That's Amy's other house.

See you later.
Good luck.

'Charlie.' Yeah? I think
I've got a lead.

Good. 'The Olivia's owned a second
home. Cordy's given me directions.'

'Did you get an address?'
Not an exact address.

But it's outside Ettington,
and I've a description of sorts.

What have you got? 'We're speaking
to Maria's last employer

and the Inland Revenue will send
what they have.' Great.

I'll keep you posted.

Oonagh, you shouldn't be out here.
You must go back inside the gate.

Is there something wrong?

Amy, gonna come play with us?

Come on.

Amy!

Amy!

I told you before, out!

Amy, no!

Can I tell you a secret?

Of course you can, love.

What's that?

Nothing.

Give it to me.

It's a letter from Geraldine.
Shall I read it to you?

'You stole that photograph
from my house, Jonathan.

When I walked in and I saw it
on your desk I felt sick.

It's not healthy, Jonathan,
this obsession you have with me.

It has to stop.'

There was no relationship
with Geraldine, was there?

You were stalking her
just like you stalked me!

I fell for your lies,
but she didn't,

so you killed her!

And you killed Esther!

I want to go home.

I want to see my husband
and my children.

Please... I won't tell anyone.

Just let me go.

OK.

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Open this door, Jonathan!

Oh, no!

Sally! Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Sally!
Agh!

Bitch!

Come here!

'Charlie.'

Hi, Simon. I'm at the house.
Right.

Culver Farm, Ettington.

It's all boarded up.

There's a car parked outside.

Can you run a PNC check on
Hotel, 8-4-8 Kilo, Golf, Mike?

You need any help out there?
No. I'm fine. I can handle it.

'Hotel 8-4-8 Kilo, Golf,
Mike: green Saab 900.

That car belongs to...

Jonathan Hey.'
Jonathan.

This is the Olivias' old house,
right?

Yeah. I'm renting it.

Sorry. I look a bit of a mess.
I'm renovating.

Please, come in.

I'll make some tea, shall I?

Thank you.

Hello. Is there someone there?

Please help me!

I'm a police officer.
My name's Charlie Zailer.

Are you OK?

He's trying to kill me.

What's your name?
S-Sally.

Sally Thorne.

OK, Sally. I want you
to stay there.

Everything's going -

Is this the room they died in?

Amy and Maria died in
here, didn't they?

I killed them.
No, you didn't.

I know you didn't, Jonathan.

Amy told Oonagh her secret.

That she planned to kill her mother.

Your daughter killed your
wife, didn't she?

Couldn't make them love each other.

Maria... liked to...

..read by lamplight in the bath.

Then one evening...

..Amy pushed the
lamp into the water.

When she...

..realised what she'd done she...

..tried to pull Maria out.

She died trying to save her mother.

I couldn't stop her.

Maria never wanted children.

She constantly punished
Amy to get at me.

She only meant
to hurt her a little bit.

She didn't know what she was doing.
Of course she didn't.

She was six years old, Jonathan.

I couldn't tell anyone
what happened.

You were protecting your daughter.
I can understand that.

But why Geraldine? Why Lucy?

After er...

Maria and Amy died...

I asked Geraldine to translate
Maria's diaries.

I wanted to know what happened,
so I could do better the next time.

I wanted a family.

I needed a family.

I thought Geraldine
could be the one. She...

I would have...

..looked after Lucy.

But Geraldine wouldn't. She...

So I...

All I ever wanted...

..was a happy, loving family.

Jonathan, shall I take that?

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Sally!

Now take it easy.

Sally, tell me where you are!
Take it easy.

Charlie!
Stay calm.

Jonathan. Don't do this.

Simon... we're fine.

You're not a bad person, Jonathan.

What happened here would
have destroyed any man.

But it's over now.

Please.

I always liked you.

I liked you, too.

Where are Amy and Maria?

Where are they?

Under the olive tree in the garden.

Yes, sir.

Sellers is on it now, sir.

He'll do it, sir - take care of it.

Yes, sir. Will do.

Are you OK?

I'm very sorry.

I just want to get back
to my family.

I can imagine.

You'll be fine.

Thank you for rescuing me.

No problem.

Actually you nearly got me killed.
I told you I could handle it.

I thought - I was trying...

Sorry.

It's OK.

Simon...

..can you do something for me?

Yeah.

Can you stop doing that?

No problem.

Thank you.