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The importance of bringing it into the public domain

far outweighs...

Don't talk to me until you've nailed this!

The asylum center leads the front page.

That's it, ladies and gents-- get out there.

Eve, it's suicidal pushing this through.

You haven't got any support in the party.

You're destroying your career.

The asylum center poses no threat

to youts or anybody else.

You could get away with a few families maybe,

but 3,000 people?!

There's no way it's going to happen.

Since when did you start making speeches

on behalf of the opposition?

(telephone ringing)

Home Office.

Can I ask who's calling?

One moment, please.

WOMAN: Who's that?

It's Dennis Luxford--

must want more on the asylum story.

Publish what you like.

I've issued my statement

and obviously I won't be making any further comment.

(telephone ringing)

Helen Clyde.

Dennis...

How's the heady world of newspapers?

I, uh... I need your help.

(crows cawing)

DENNIS: Helen, I don't know what to do.

HELEN As long as there's even

the smallest danger to her,

you have got to tell the police.

I can't.

On the tape, Charlotte says he'll hurt her

if we go to the police.

She says if I don't publish in three days' time...

Kidnappers always threaten damage, Dennis.

The point is, the police are experienced

at handling these things.

This is not a normal kidnapping.

He's not asking for money.

(sighs)

Look...

he's given us three days, right?

Please, just help me work out who would do this.

Who knows that Charlotte is your daughter?

Nobody.

Eve and I agreed from the beginning,

and that's the point.

Well, I must admit I was pretty surprised--

you and a radical left-winger.

Surprised... or horrified?

Well, surprised--

but I can't speak for your readers.

Are you prepared to publish the story?

Whatever it takes to get her back.

Eve... thank God.

Where is Charlotte?

And who thehellis this?

This is Helen Clyde.

She's a profiler, works for the Met.

We agreed, no police.

No, she's a friend.

She's going to help us... privately.

This is a trap, isn't it?

You've set this up to ruin me. What?

Well, it won't work, Dennis.

Just give her back to me!

Ms. Bowen, are you saying

you think Dennis kidnapped your daughter?

Why would he do that?

Have you seen the papers?

He's been after me for weeks.

It's been relentless.

The minute this story breaks,

me consorting with the enemy--

I can see the headlines now.

I'd be levered out of the party,

and heknowsthat!

But he could publish the story any time he wants to.

Youhavegot to go to the police.

What if she's killed?

You find her...

and bring her back to me, please.

I'll work on it overnight.

But youhaveto go to the police in the morning.

Well, it was hand-written so no ink check,

and no stamps, so we can't do a DNA trace.

They knew what to avoid.

Yeah, thanks for your help.

Okay.

Since I am taking my life in my hands

and may not survive dinner,

least and may not we could havenner,

a proper cup of coffee in the morning.

I'm so sorry, Tommy.

You see, normally the chef would apologize

after the meal, not before.

I, uh, I meant to call.

I didn't realize how late it was.

No, I

But I'm willing to be experimented on.

Uh, that's not what I meant.

I've got this case on and I...

And... I think it's going to be an all-nighter.

I'm sorry.

That's okay, I'll cook

and you can tell me about it-- we've done it before.

And this time we can do it on a genuine caffeine hit.

That would be great, my love,

but, um, I'm going to have to power through on my own.

Try me-- I might grasp it, you never know.

I just can't.

Okay.

Well, you'd better get on.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Thanks, Tommy.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

We've tried to talk to you about this a thousand times.

It's okay, Mummy.

No, no, it's not okay, darling.

It's notyourdecision to make just like that.

It's not your life we're talking about, it's Leo's.

We're not discussing this any more.

He goes to Barristoke in September.

I'd rather die than let him go to boarding school.

I know you think all he needs is his mother,

but trust me, what he needs is children his own age.

It's time he was a little more independent.

It's time you both were.

I'll go.

REPORTER: The girl, who has yet to be identified,

is believed to be... Are you listening, Dennis?

...and of Afro-Caribbean or mixed-race parentage.

Police believe the girl is not local to the area

and are appealing for anyone to come forward

who may have seen the girl

or may be able to help in establishing her identity.

The incident has sent shockwaves through the local community,

which is deep in the heart

of one of the country's most affluent rural areas.

The vicar of Wootton Cross expressed

the sadness of the whole community and is resolved...

Police.

I'd like a number 14, please.

Um, and what's your... yeah, 22.

Um, and what's your... yeah, 22.

(cell phone ringing)

Lynley.

Right.

Where was the body found?

Right, I'll be there.

Sorry, I've got to cancel the order, sorry.

Hey, it's me.

Are you busy?

Hang on, Havers--

Oi! You little...

Well, don't sound so surprised.

I have got a life, you know.

It's... the Nile.

What, that's the longest?

Are you sure?

Yep.

Uh...

yeah, I suppose I can change my plans.

Yeah, I'll be forgiven in the end.

Yeah, okay, bye.

I'm going to take you home to your Dad and tell him

to stop sending you to school.

(vacuum cleaner droning)

Hi.

Know what this is about?

Nope.

Hot date?

Uh, very.

You?

Actually, no.

She stood me up...

for work.

I was very understanding.

Aw... you're such a great boyfriend, sir.

(reporters shouting questions)

REPORTER: Ms. Bowen, our deepest sympathy.

Have the police given you any leads as to the suspect?

REPORTER: Ms. Bowen! Ms. Bowen!

(clamor continuing)

Back off and leave us alone!

Eve Bowen is a government minister.

How could she be so stupid?

What was she thinking of,

not reporting her daughter being kidnapped?

Oh, people don't think straight, do they?

I mean, their emotions get in the way.

How long for forensics?

Oh... tomorrow, lunchtime at best.

Let's see what the ransom notes tell us.

Yeah. Anything else?

Yeah, get some sleep.

Yes, sir.

I've never met a government minister before.

be tea with the queen next.It'll

Right, uh, good night, sir.

Good night, Havers.

Hi.

Oh, five-star dinner, I see.

You nly the best.

Mmm...

Good to see you--

news from elsewhere.

I'm not stalking you.

Hillier called me in on a case...

and now I need to see a sane and friendly face.

I can't guarantee sane.

Oh, you'll do.

This case Hillier's put me on,

I thought I'd heard everything.

Mmm, I know exactly what you mean.

Just when you think nothing can surprise you... bam.

Up pops another horrible facet of human behavior.

Quite.

Am I allowed to ask how yours is going?

Oh... you know, all right.

Actually no, not very well at all.

I'm glad we're still talking.

Does that mean you've forgiven me?

What for?

Helping me escape the rather frightening prospect

of having a meal cooked by you?

Actually yeah, come to think of it,

you should be... thanking me.

If you were in the public eye

and you had a young daughter who went missing,

and then you received a ransom note telling you

not to contact the police,

would you risk her life by not reporting it?

And then hire some pseudo private investigator

to go and find the kidnapper?

I mean, you wouldn't, would you?

What kind of person would?

I don't know.

Yeah, well...

And now, of course, the girl is dead

and we have to mop up the mess.

She's dead?!

Helen, don't tell me...

I... I don't understand...

The kidnapper said three days.

How could you...

Helen?

Dennis has been my brother's best friend

since prep school, one of the family;

I've known him all my life.

I've never seen him in such a state.

They were absolutely terrified

and neither of them would go to the police.

There is no excuse!

I told them I'd work on it overnight--

a few hours to find out what I could.

And you didn't tell me?

If you can't trust me,

what does that say about us?

Tommy, please don't make this about us.

What else are you hiding?

Any other explosive little secrets?

Don't do this, please don't.

So, find anything out?

It's almost certainly an intimate

of either his or Eve's.

With no demand for money,

it's obviously some kind of grudge.

And this has taken you

all night to come up with?

Both parents insist...

nobody knew Dennis was Charlotte's father--

not even Charlotte herself.

It's somebody who knew their secret.

Thanks for filling me in.

Tommy...

I... I don't trust anybody, Inspector.

I've learned the hard way...

there's no such thing as loyalty.

The kidnapping would have been made public,

and I was... I was sure

that it was a trap set for me.

You must have been.

(telephone ringing) I was.

Do you think that I would have risked

Charlotte's life for a minute?

WOMAN (on answering machine): This is Diana Terry.

All of us at the paper are so sorry about your daughter.

If it would help to talk about it...

LYNLEY: This must be terrible for you.

I'm so sorry.

The press have been gunning for me for weeks,

and I was already exhausted.

And when the news came about Charlotte...

I couldn't think straight.

I guess you must get out of the habit

of having personal feelings,

being a politician.

MAN: Scotland Yard?

About time.

You okay?

Diill?

The doctor said it would help.

My husband, Alex Stone.

I've never taken tranquilizers in my life.

I'm not starting now.

ALEX: Come on, then,

what do you need to know?

Let's get on with it.

Uh... we need to know Charlotte's, uh, last movements

before she disappeared on Monday afternoon.

Yes, um... uh...

she left school and went to her flute lesson as usual.

Um... she left there at the usual time,

but she didn't...

Uh, who took her to the lesson?

ALEX: Nobody-- she went on her own.

She always did.

Well, she was a sensible girl.

It was all within easy walking distance.

What time did you realize

that Charlotte was missing?

Dennis called me at work... and...

then when I came home in the evening, I...

found that awful note.

I wanted to go straight to the police,

but, uh, I only run a restaurant, not the country.

And Eve was very clear (telephone ringing)

about how you lot are tight with the press.

MAN (from answering machine): Hi, it's John Evans here fromThe Post.

I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering

if you'd come to a decision

about the article we wanted to run...

They've half killed her, you know.

It's been a living hell! (answering machine beeps)

I mean, what does it take for them to leave us alone?

I'm sorry.

We need to have the note.

And, um, samples of...

of both your handwriting.

Yes... yes.

LYNLEY: One last thing.

Who else knew,

or could possibly have found out,

that Dennis Luxford

was Charlotte's biological father?

I knew.

"If you want to know

what's happened to Charlotte, ask her father."

Or her music teacher.

Or her stepfather.

Or her stepfather. edgy.

We should make sure he really was

at the restaurant that afternoon.

Well, he was obviously very close to Charlotte.

The question is, how close exactly?

ALEX: But if it wasn't for your big, important career

and self-obsession,

Charlotte would still be alive!

How can you say that?

Well, she'd never have been taken

in the first place if you weren't an M.P.

But I am.

ThatiswhoI am!

But if we'd called the police straightaway?

The kidnapper said he would kill her if we did.

We had three days.

We thought there was more time,

Dennis and I agreed We tnot to go to the police.me,d

Is this the same Dennis, by any chance,

thatneversaw his daughter while she was alive?!

Alex, please.

You're unbelievable!

(door opens, slams)

Here, sorry.

I've never got much room for anything

and I don't entertain much, so...

That's fine.

I feel terrible.

Charlotte's a great girl.

HAVERS: So, uh...

do you know what happened to her?

Look, she was my friend.

We had fun.

It doesn't sound as though you did mu

What else were you doing?

Talking.

And don't get me wrong,

I mean, we did the flute as well.

Not that her parents would have noticed

whether she practiced or not.

Did she mind about that?

No, I don't think so.

She adored them both.

She was really clever.

She could make me laugh more than anyone.

Did she ever talk about her friends?

She didn't have very many, I don't think.

There was Brita, though.

She'd come and wait for Charlotte sometimes.

Brita...?

Do you have a surname?

Well, what was she like?

She never came up.

A bit of a wild one by Charlotte's account.

LYNLEY: Was there anything unusual about Monday?

No.

Any odd activity in the street?

Did you see people hanging around, anything like that?

I keep myself to myself.

I'd just like to have a look around,

if that's all right.

I'd rather you didn't.

HAVERS (sighing): Well... I can

get a search warrant.

It's just a mess everywhere.

I wouldn't worry about that.

However bad it is,

you can be sure that DS Havers has seen worse.

I won't be long.

Find anything interesting?

No, not really.

Though he did have quite a collection of designer suits

for someone who works from home.

TEACHER: Excuse me!

Now I come to think of it, there was something, actually.

There was an old guy up and down the street all day.

I thought he was just looking through the bins,

but every time I looked out, he was still there.

Thanks.

We'll send someone to take your statement.

No problem.

Do you believe that?

No, not really.

Still, we'd better get an E-FIT, check it out.

See if anyone else around here knows him.

Well, homeless people are usually quite territorial.

Well, if he does exist,

he wouldn't have anything to do with us,

but he may have seen something,

and we could use a witness

on anything right now.

She left here--

if she left here-- at about 4:00.

She would've gone that way,

whether she was heading to Alex's

or to her Mum's surgery.

HAVERS: You know,

if I wanted to keep an eye on the street and not be noticed...

well, I might just start there.

Footprints, sir.

Boots, by the look of it.

Yeah... they could be quite recent.

LYNLEY: You're right, Havers.

Take a look at this.

Clear view of Damien Chambers' flat.

I think we need to get SOCO over here.

Let's get today's papers,

see if Eve Bowen was right

and they really are out to get her.

LYNLEY: Maybe Eve wasn't so paranoid after all.

Pretty heartless, dragging her politics

into a report on her daughter.

Yeah, no wonder she didn't have time

for the details of being a mum.

She's too busy out here fighting for the underdogs.

Yeah, that is tough competition for a kid.

You can't complain when your mum's been a saint.

Do you think she resented it?

Wouldn't you?

LYNLEY: Don't forget, we've got to check out

the friend, Brita.

(newspaper rustling)

LYNLEY: A successful politician

certainly clocks up a few enemies

on their way up through the ranks.

Yeah, the asylum center proposal

gets coverage in all of them.

HAVERS: This MP,

Alistair Harvie...

Yeah, I've got him.

Particularly vitriolic.

HAVERS: According to this,

her asylum center proposal

threatens his political survival.

Eve's secret love child

would be a godsend to him, wouldn't it?

to play God with my daughter's life?!

Feelings are running high.

It's understandable...

Understandable?!

Understandable?!

You, my friend, don't understand shit!

So this is the great Dennis Luxford's kingdom.

Careful what you're saying,

you might end up in the gossip columns.

You make mesick!

All that pious crap about family values?

ALEX: You've ruined mine!

LYNLEY: Okay, Mr. Stone, thank you.

That's enough, come on.

That's enough, come Get off me!

Come on, mind your backs. You're killing me!

ALEX: Get off! Are you all right, sir?

ALEX: All right, get off!

HAVERS: Come on, Mr. Stone, let's go.

POLICEMAN: All right, easy now.

...back to your workstations.

ALEX: All right, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!

LYNLEY: Dennis Luxford?

I'm DI Lynley.

We spoke earlier. (Alex shouting)

I've come for the ransom tape.

ALEX: Get off me!

Bet this livened up the office day, eh?

Yes, the only surprise is it doesn't happen more often.

Really?

Not a popular bloke, then, is your boss?

You don't get to the top in Fleet Street

without picking up a few enemies along the way.

It must be quite a buzz, though, you know,

having all that power.

He's a lucky bastard, isn't he?

Strolls in here reeking of dinners

with the great and the good.

He has no idea how we work.

Of course, he's all cozy with the chairman,

who thinks the sun shines out of his backside.

So you been here long yourself?

20 years, man and boy.

So what's this all about, then?

There's dirt under Dennis Luxford's shiny fingernails, is there?

Well, would you be surprised?

What do you think?

It's dark here, even when it's light...

(rustling in background of recording)

and there's birds.

(pigeons cooing in background of recording)

LYNLEY: And... no one else has touched this?

DENNIS: No.

What will you do with it?

Analysis may help us pinpoint the location.

Excuse me.

Why kill her before I could possibly publish?

The ransom demand could be a cover for something else.

A smoke screen of some sort.

We don't really have any answers yet, sir.

Anything's possible.

And we will need a set of your prints

and a sample of your handwriting.

LYNLEY: How did they meet?

HAVERS: Uh, Eve said they met at a party conference.

Right-- we need to see who else was at that conference.

Who was close to them.

Who noticed what was going on between them

and who didn't like it.

Anyone who still bears a grudge

against either one of them.

Well, there's no shortage of grudges.

Found one there right there in the office.

Luxford's deputy, Rodney Aronson--

he hates him.

Thinks he should have got the job.

Check him out, then.

I need to talk to Luxford at home, away from work,

see what really went on between him and Eve.

I'll go take a close look at Helen's file,

see what else she had to tell us.

Have you spoken to her since?

I want you to go to Buckinghamshire,

kick them into life at that end.

What? Just me?

The autopsy's not till tomorrow.

Still, should tell us something.

I want you to make sure the incident room is up and running.

What, you mean I get to be in charge

of more than just choosing the right sandwiches?

Think you can cope?

Yeah.

See?

Tea with us isn't that terrible after all.

Maybe you could make a habit

of coming home early more often.

What do you think?

Yes?

What is it?

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

I had a brief affair with Eve Bowen,

and I mean brief.

It lasted the length of a Labour Party conference.

She was a delegate, I was a columnist.

So your political differences

weren't enough to keep you apart, then?

Look, conferences are hotbeds of sexual tension.

Call it the attraction of opposites,

the thrill of the forbidden, whatever.

When it turned out she was pregnant,

I offered to do the decent thing.

You asked her to marry you?

I offered to pay for a termination.

I was already seeing

Fiona, my wife.

Not that I ever thought she'd become my wife.

Oh?

Too beautiful, too young.

(knocking at door)

Sorry, Leo just wanted to say good-bye.

He's off to do his art class.

Good-bye, Daddy.

See you later.

Be good.

Who's the newspaper savaging tomorrow?

(sternly): Fiona.

It's all right.

I know my place.

Eve made it clear she intended to keep the baby,

and she wanted me to have no contact at all.

And have you?

No.

I've only ever seen Charlotte

in those happy family photos released by the Labour Party.

And I pay a monthly amount into an account for her.

Eve has never been near it.

"Blood money," she'd call it.

It sounds ridiculous,

but... the fact of it has always made me feel a bit better.

Rather like the medieval church

letting people buy redemption.

An indulgence.

An indulgence.mething like that.

(clock chiming)

Who else knew that you were ?

Absolutely nobody.

What about your wife?

Especially not my wife.

(door opening)

LYNLEY: Helen?

(door closing)

Helen?

Hi.

Are you all right?

Can I get you anything?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have been so hard on you.

Look, I know you're feeling terrible about it,

and the last thing I want to do is make it worse.

Don't give me your sympathetic,

"I'm-the-nicest-bloke- in-the-world" stuff, Tommy.

It's more than I can bear.

It wasn't your fault she died.

Look, I appreciate you coming over.

Thanks for the effort and everything, but...

I really think I want to be on my own just now.

Right.

Sorry.

No,I'msorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

(door buzzer ringing)

Police!

(both grunt)

Don't move!

(both grunting)

I said don't move.

My ID, in my pocket.

Yeah, right.

Police. What?

Can I get up?

What the hell were you doing?!

I was trying to see who the car belonged to.

t, you stay down... All righ

and turn around slowly.

Did you hear what I said?

I'm Detective Constable Robin Payne,

nding on my hand. I'm Detective Constable Robin Payne,you're sta

(groans)

Oh... sorry.

Explains why you're with the Met and I'm not.

How long have you been there?

Uh, about six years.

You don't look old enough.

I only made DC nine months ago.

I was in computers before that.

Nine months?

So this is pretty much your first case.

First murder, for sure.

Uh, it's not murder yet-- suspicious death.

Right, yeah, sorry.

Anyway, Sergeant Stanley's a bit put out

that someone's been sent from London

to head things up.

Oh, well, let's just get started, then.

Any clothing with the body?

Not a stitch.

Her mother said she was wearing a school uniform

and she had a flute with her.

All that we know is that prior to her death

she was somewhere near heavy machinery.

Well, how's that?

There was grease embedded under her fingernails.

She might have been held in a farm.

Well, that's what Sergeant Stanley seems to think, anyway.

What, and you don't agree?

Not really, sir.

Sorry, uh, ma'am,

uh, guv.

Uh, "Barbara" will do.

Right.

Uh, we've got, uh, sewage works,

we've got reservoir pumps, we've got corn mills,

we've got saw mills...

Well, you think that Sergeant Stanley

has rushed to conclusions?

Maybe.

Okay, thanks--

I'll bear it in mind.

Um, right, anything else?

If not I'll get on to my digs.

Ah, your digs...

The thing is, we thought you'd be older.

Well, it doesn't look like an old folks' home.

No, it's mine.

Yours?

Don't get me wrong--

it's not just mine, it's my mum's.

It's a proper bed and breakfast,

It's just there's no real hotel in Wootton Cross,

and we thought it'd be best, but if you mind...

Uh, no, it's fine.

I just said to Sam, this very second,

What happened?

It's okay, it's nothing.

Mum, this is Detective Sergeant Havers.

A woman.

Uh, nice to meet you.

Now, you're not to bother yourself, Mum,

I'll see her up to her room.

Well, welcome to Larks Haven, Miss Havers.

It is "Miss," is it?

Mum... Oh, it's all right.

um, but actually,

I prefer "Sergeant."

(knock on door)

Hi.

Everything all right?

Uh... lovely, thanks.

I can't stand it myself,

but Mum's only just finished redecorating...

with the help of Sam, of course, her fianc?--

God help us.

Oh, you don't like him?

Oh, he's all right as far as he goes-- which isn't very.

But it's great for Mum, so...

Anyway, I won't have to look out for her so much.

She's asthmatic, fragile.

That's why I've stayed at home.

She never had anyone else.

I know how it looks...

all very Norman Bates.

No, I understand.

It's a huge responsibility having a parent who's not well.

Anyway, uh, thanks.

Oh, and, uh, I hope your, uh...

heals okay.

Remind me not to upset you in the future.

) Remind me not to upset you in the future.one rings

Lynley.

Helen.

You can't sneak out on me, you know.

No?

No, it's your flat.

Ah, yes, good point.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

It's a pretty intense nothing.

Do you think this makes it all better?

but it helps.

Then why do I feel so sad?

POLICEMAN: Morning, sir.

I guess whoever it was

They were wearing gloves.

Bag it.

Anything else?

Oh, yeah... this.

LYNLEY: Is this from

the music teacher's description?

Yeah.

It's not much to go on, is it?

No, sir.

I want it seen by everyone-- businesses and residents--

Officer...

That man with Chambers, look familiar?

I don't know him... maybe.

Big politician.

Find out who it is.

See if there's any connection at all

between him and either Luxford or Bowen.

Yes, sir.

Why aren't we doing follow-ups on the dead girl's story?

Because we're not, Rodney.

It's a dream--

it hits every note.

We couldn't have invented it better ourselves.

Someone's going to find out

who the kid's father is

and they'll have the story of the year.

But it sure as hell won't be us, because in your wisdom,

we haven't got a single person on it.

Get out of here!

(tray clatters on roller)

Washerwoman change to the feet and the hands.

A healing abrasion on the left knee.

No obvious sign of trauma.

(grunts)

Sorry.

Oh, it's all right,

it's just, uh, you gave me a fright.

I'm stalking you, ma'am,

all in the line of duty.

(chuckles softly)

The pathologist thinks she's got something.

Oh, decided to join us, have you?

London's waiting to hear from me,

so if you don't mind...

No sign of foam in the airways

or petechial hemorrhages.

No diatoms in the liver or bone marrow,

means she didn't have an active circulation

when she went into the water.

Conclusion's obvious--

So how did she die?

There's no sign of trauma.

Well, suffocation?

Could he have smothered her?

Nothing to indicate asphyxia--

no bruising or internal injuries to the mouth.

Drugs, then?

That's what toxicology's for.

Fast-track the results, then.

Yeah, we're checking every farm outbuilding

and any industrial outlets with heavy machinery.

No, it was, uh, DC Payne's idea, actually.

Yeah, any joy with Alistair Harvie?

Uh, just a second, sir.

Sorry to interrupt,

and it may not be of any use,

but Alistair Harvie's the local MP, right?

Uh...

Well, the canal runs

right through his farmland.

Uh, did you get that, sir?

Yeah, it's, uh, that's DC Payne.

Yeah, he's been very helpful, yeah.

That gives Alistair Harvie opportunity and motive,

and possibly access to Eve's secret.

Yep, I'll follow it up this end.

Okay, bye.

Listen, would you mind takinrough

the current thinking?

Um... okay.

Um, well, first thing

we're checking the background on the music teacher

the day Charlotte disappeared.

Yeah, moved on by an officer, wasn't he?

Yeah, according to a shopkeeper.

I mean, he's worth finding.

He might have seen something.

Uh, then there's Luxford's deputy, Rodney Aronson.

I mean, he's clever and very resentful.

And you think he's capable of...

Yeah, maybe.

And then there's the mum and the stepfather.

DI Lynley's hoping to get more out of Alex Stone.

Family members-- that's o thing, right?

Yeah, right.

Um, at a push, even Luxford's wife's got a motive,

and she might've found out about Charlotte.

Thanks for this, Barbara.

This is such a fantastic ofor me.

Alistair Harvie, DI Lynley.

Could I have a word?

Absolutely not.

I want to talk about the kidnapping and death

of your colleague Eve Bowen's daughter.

It's hardly convenient.

I'm sure you're aware

that her body was found in a canal

which runs through your property in Buckinghamshire.

Obviously...

(panting)

what's happened to her is a tragedy.

But?

But it's no secret I don't like

her brand of bleeding-heart politics.

LYNLEY: You've publicly made

some very poisonous comments about her.

I object to her feeble-minded habit

of turning the world's lost causes

into career opportunities.

You mean, like her Home Office plans

for a new asylum center.

Damn right.

It's bang in the middle of my constituency.

And you might also lose your small majority

at the next election, of course.

I wouldn't expect you to understand...

but I love my constituency.

It's not just a political demarcation to me,

it's my home.

I grew up there, went to school there.

Own land there.

What's your point?

Were you at the party conference ten years ago?

There's suddenly a lot of interest in that conference.

PAYNE: Hello?

Hello?

He's done all right for himself, Alistair Harvie.

Yeah-- posh schooling, posh life.

It's quiet, isn't it?

(squawking loudly)

(chuckling)

Ow!

(chuckles)

They're pecking at me.

Good thing I'm here to look after you.

Give me gang warfare any time.

Come on.

I've got stuff to do later.

REPORTER: Inspector, is there any new information?

REPORTER: Try and get a shot, John!

Inspector! Any fresh leads, sir?

I'm so sorry to intrude again.

I actually wanted a word with your husband,

but they told me at the restaurant

that he wouldn't be in today.

That's hardly surprising.

No.

Alex is in the kitchen.

I'm upstairs in the office.

We... we don't seem to be able to...

We're both used to being so busy.

I can imagine.

I don't suppose relationships

are compatible with your job either.

What can I do?

I can... work.

What else is there?

(softly): Alex?

Mr. Stern, I need to know more

about Charlotte's friends.

Well, she never had very many.

EVE: That's not true.

They were hard to keep track of--

you know how it is--

day off.

ALEX: Keep track?

Can you even name one?

Okay... so I wasn't there every day when she came home

and... and... maybe I didn't know

about every tiny detail of her life,

And she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

And what makes you so sure?

She told me, Alex.

She told me.

EVE: She knew that I loved her,

and she understood

that we have a responsibility beyond ourselves.

She felt it as strongly as I do.

Those who have a voice owe it to those...

Those who have not.

There was a girl called Brita...

Well, I hope you haven't wasted

too much time looking for her.

(Alex scoffs)

If this is the best the Met can do,

then you haven't a hope in hell

of finding the killer.

"Brita" was Lottie's friend, all right--

herimaginaryfriend.

She doesn't exist.

(whispering): Excuse me.

You know what attracted me to Eve in the first place?

This'll make you laugh.

Her self-control.

(pops cap off bottle)

Was Charlotte a complication between you?

(laughs)

"Complication."

(pops cap off bottle)

??She was the big bonus.

You have no children of your own?

It just didn't happen.

Our careers took off and...

Look...

I'm proud

of bringing Charlotte up.

I loved her to bits.

(pigeons cooing softly)

(wings flapping)

(pigeons flying, wings beating)

LYNLEY: Let's hope you're on to something with Harvie.

The music teacher's clean.

We can't hang any connection to Eve or Dennis

on him or his boyfriend.

Yeah, that's who the other man was.

No. The nervousness? (doorbell ringing)

No... Protection.

His boyfriend runs some big fund in the city.

Got to go.

LYNLEY: Do you have

any connection with Buckinghamshire?

In what way?

Personal or professional.

A story you may have written

that upset someone-- that sort of thing.

Uh, well, I did go to school there.

Barristoke.

Sorry, I'm all over the place.

Leo and Fiona should be home by now.

And I had... a few battles at the office.

(telephone rings)

Luxford.

Leo, where are you?

Just tell me where you...

Are you all right?

Mr. Luxford?

He said...

"You're to run the story on page one, Daddy..."

"Then he'll let me go."

(door slams in distance)

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

FIONA: I... I can't find Leo.

What is it?

What's going on?

I need an observation team immediately.

A complete search of the area

(car engine rumbling, approaching)

(engine shuts off)

I am sorry, sir.

If I'd have found the kidnapper,

this wouldnever have happened.

I've messed up.

I'm... I'm sorry....

We've all messed up.

Oh, I... I got you a tea.

I don't know how warm it is, but it'll be wet.

Thank you.

So what have we got, then?

They fast-tracked the toxicology results.

Um, she was drugged-- that's what killed her.

Her body was riddled with diazepam.

Valium?

So whoever killed Charlotte has got Leo.

And now that Leo's been taken,

it means that Luxford is the intended target.

What I still don't understand...

Why was she killed before the deadline was up?

Before he could even publish the story?

Well, maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe he didn't mean to kill her so soon,

and... and that's why he's taken Leo

as... as a kind of backup plan.

That's entirely possible.

I've got someone onto Luxford's deputy--

they're checking out his movements and his alibi.

What about Luxford's wife?

I think we can rule her out.

(sighs deeply)

I think we should go to Barristoke School.

It's Luxford's only connection with the area.

And what about Alistair Harvie?

Where are we with that?

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

Yeah.

Be right there.

Wootton Cross.

They've got someone.

I'll follow you.

His name's Howard Short, he's a local mechanic.

He had Charlotte's school uniform

in his garage.

in his garage.

DS Stanley is on his way.

DI Lynley.

Are you the arresting officer?

Nowasn't.

I didn't get back till this evening.

Anything else?

Classic stuff, sir.

He's a bit of a loner, not too bright.

He works from a lock-up half a mile from the canal.

But the important thing is

that the grease from the garage

matches the grease from under her fingernails.

LYNLEY: Do yourself a favor.

Tell us what you did with her.

I didn't do anything.

I'm not a patient man, Howard, but if we have to,

who ever met you

and find out everything there is to know.

take her? and find out everything there is to know.d you

I didn't.

Did you keep her in the garage the whole time

or did you move her about?

What have you got against Dennis Luxford?

Why did you kill Charlotte

before he could even publish the story?

I never seen her.

I... I saw it on the telly, but I swear I never seen her.

I only got her uniform...

LYNLEY: Is th you can do?!

HAVERS: Talk to us, Howard.

It will be better for you if you do.

I mean... you don't want two dead kids on your hands.

I don't know what you're talking about!

LYNLEY: Sergeant?

(softly): I've had enough of this.

He's messing us around.

Well, just give me a few more minutes, please, sir.

DS Havers is concerned for your well-being.

Personally, I don't care what happens to you--

as long as we find the boy.

I thought it was a girl.

(sighing): Okay.

Okay, Howard.

Can you tell us where you got the uniform?

At the jumble stall.

I've been trying to tell them, but nobody will listen.

Well, I'm listening.

Church fete.

They were selling bags of rags, 1.50 each.

Who was?

Celia.

Celia Matheson.

LYNLEY: Well, I don't think it was him.

Me neither.

He's not exactly well connected

in the media world.

This Celia from the rag stall--

he says that she works in the High Street.

We could go find her.

It's 7:30.

Nothing's open.

What if he's hidden nearby?

Right here behind one of these doors.

(duck quacking)

HAVERS: You look at all this and...

Well, it seems impossible that such a horrible thing...

What if we can't get to him, sir?

We will.

You need to get some sleep.

You need to get some sleep..

No, thanks.

I'm all right.

Where to?

Barristoke School will be open.

How close is it?

(shrill, attention- getting whistle)

(car engine revving, rumbling)

Well, back on home ground, sir.

MAN: Forrester, see me in my office after assembly!

(knocking)

WOMAN: Not now! I'm not dealing with anything till 9:00.

So sorry to interrupt.

LYNLEY: We wondered if you could help us.

You're too early-- the tour

for prospective parents doesn't start

Come back in an hour.

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

We are... Before you tell me

what you're after,

I'm getting this young girl a cup of tea.

You look like you could do with one, dear.

Don't they stretch to a cuppa in the force these days?

She's all yours.

I'm going to go look round the grounds.

WOMAN: Oh, I've seen them come and go over the years,

and the only thing you could be sure of is

you can never tell which boys will come out on top.

Not so different from the real world, then.

Oh, I think it is, dear.

This lot have everything given them on a plate.

Do you want a biscuit?

Oh, uh, no, thanks.

Of course, that doesn't stop them behaving like animals.

Far from it.

Oh, the scandals we've had here, Barbara,

Um, actually, we're here about that li

Oh, yes, poor lamb.

Yeah.

She was, uh, the daughter of one of your old boys.

Dennis Luxford.

He was here over 30 years ago.

I know him.

He was here a month ago.

Looked round, did the tour--

for his son.

(knocking, door opening)

Well, um, oh, thank you very much.

Um, you've been most helpful.

And, uh, nice cup of tea, too.

And talking of scandals,

one of appened while he was at the school.

Luxford.

A group of lads were caught

enjoying the company of a local girl

for a couple of quid a throw.

(sighs)

I thought I'd never get out of there.

Get the POLSA team down here as a matter of priority.

These grounds are full of possible hiding places.

Ah, here we are.

Look.

LYNLEY: Dennis Luxford.

HAVERS: He hasn't changed much, has he?

No. And look who's next to him.

Alistair Harvie, if I'm not mistaken.

exactly how well do Luxford and Harvie know each other?

I don't know.

I'll have to go to London to find out.

I want you to get out there

and talk to people about that rag stall

at the church jumble sale.

WOMAN: Robbie, at last.

Oh, it's you.

Keeping Robbie up

night after night working--

it's not good for him, you know.

I don't think...

This is Celia--

Robin's fianc?e.

Oh, um, Barbara Havers.

Right, uh...

(door opening)

Barbara.

I think I've found something.

Hi, Mum.

Celia.

Coming?

(door shuts)

PAYNE: Look-- there.

I drove around all night.

I was thinking about where I would stash someone away

if I was him.

And then I saw it.

From what I can see,

I think someone's been here recently.

(wind whistling softly)

(wings flapping)

HAVERS: A kid's pencil.

So what did he say, the boss of all bosses?

Well, he was kind enough.

But I'm a liability.

They'll keep hold of me for a while,

so as not to look callous...

but then they'll announce my being dropped from the cabinet.

Probably after conference.

It's all over for me.

They're for Charlotte.

For the funeral.

(whispering): God.

Dungarees were her favorites.

She's the reason you stayed, isn't she?

She was easy to love, Eve.

And she was there.

Anyway...

who else would have helped her with her homework?

Yeah, it's definitely the windmill from the photograph.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's where she was held.

(sighs )

There's no sign of Leo.

Oh, shit!

(sighs )

Sorry, sir.

Yeah. SOCO are on their way.

(woman speaking over police radio, indistinct )

(man responds over police radio, indistinct )

Inspector, the substance you found

at the squat has been identified as Valium.

Valium?

Yeah. Here's the report.

Also the homeless man from the E-FIT's

been found and questioned.

Right, so Chambers' story checks out.

The bloke says he was in the street on Monday afternoon.

It's a regular spot of his.

He didn't notice anything unusual going on, though.

But to be honest, sir, he's so out of it,

I don't think he'd notice Armageddon.

There's no report of him being moved on, though, is there?

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

Why would the policeman involved...

have not reported it?

Find out whose beat it is. have not reported it?

I want to talk to him.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Aronson, been bringing comfort?

Papers for Mr. Luxford to sign.

Unfortunately the news stops for no man.

Or child, come to that.

How very thoughtful of you to bring it all this way yourself.

Well, you've got to, haven't you?

It's a terrible thing.

Tell me...

how does a newspaper function without its editor?

An interim editor takes over.

That wouldn't be you, by any chance now, would it?

As a matter of fact, it would.

Please, go and get some rest.

Keep your strength up, for both of us.

Leo will be released straightaway, right?

FIONA: Now the story's been published.

Oh, darling, you'll only be upstairs.

Please.

This is destroying her.

How did she react

to the news that Charlotte was your daughter?

It was a blow, obviously--

the idea that I'd kept secrets from her.

I just hope she'll forgive me in time.

( phone rings )

Hello? Leo? Are you all right?

What?

I don't understand...

I don't understand: Ididpublish the story.

It's there on the front page.

Get a trace?

No, probably a mobile number.

Unregistered, I'm sure.

See if you can get a lock on the nearest transmitter.

(door opens) FIONA: I heard the phone ring.

Was that him? Is he all right?

It was there; it wasallthere in the paper.

Are you sure there isn't some little detail

you may have overlooked?

Well, as sure as I can be.

Then it can't be the right story.

HAVERS: Recognize him?

CELIA: Howard? I washoo l with him.

I gather you ran the rag stall

at the church jumble sale.

Did you see him there?

Yes, of course.

He came with his Gran; he always does.

Well, did he buy anything from you or bring anything?

No idea.

Stuff arrives from all over, mostly bagged up.

I can't be expected to keep track of each bag

and where it came from.

Well, did you notice him hanging around your stall?

Look, Howard might be a bit of a misfit

but he's not a murderer.

You know... I wondered about it at first,

but I've worked it out.

What?

When Robin came back from the police course,

I couldn't understand why things were different between us.

We were everything to each other.

Then all of a sudden we were nothing.

CID is tough.

Don't take it to heart if he seems a bit preoccupied.

It goes with the job.

Then when you turned up,

that's where things started, isn't it?

Things?

Wha... what, you think that Robin and I...?

Oh, forget it, Celia.

There is nothing going on between me and Robin.

He didn't notice me at first,

he was busy working and looking after Corinne.

But I waited...

and then he saw me.

You've got it wrong.

Well, I'm sorry, I haven't got time for this.

I'm trying to make you understand how happy we were!

I don't want to lose him now.

The story in the papers wasn't

what the kidnapper wanted to see.

There's another story.

He said I got it wrong.

I have to write it correctly tomorrow or... he'll kill Leo.

I don't know what he means.

He wanted the story about your first-born.

That's what you wrote.

I acknowledged her.

What else can I do?

(sighs)

I'm so sorry, Dennis.

Yes.

Me, too.

LYNLEY: Charlotte wasn't the first-born at all.

There's another child.

Another first-born.

No. Impossible.

You have another child, Dennis; that is the only explanation.

And someone out there knows who it is.

CORINNE: I know what's going on, Barbara.

I'm not stupid.

I know exactly what you're getting up to with Robin.

I'm afraid you've got it wrong.

Whatever Celia thinks...

She thinks you're stealing him,

but I'm not going to let you.

Look, I am sorry you're so upset, but...

well, I only came back to pack my things.

I don't think it's a good idea

that I stay here any longer.

If you think... (gasps) that by moving out...

( wheezes )

Mrs. Payne?

(gasps and wheezes)

Mrs. Payne, are you all right?

Well, have you got an inhaler?

Where is it?

(wheezing intensely)

(door opens and shuts)

ROBIN: Mum!

How long's she been like this?

Just now, it's just happened.

It's all right, Mum.

(sniffles, whimpers)

I'm here now.

OFFICER: There's no trace of the policeman

who kicked the vagrant off the street.

Well, either it's someone dressed up as one

or, I don't know, a policeman from a different beat.

Why would a copper be in uniform

and off his own beat?

I don't know!

But every question is worth asking

or we'll have another dead child on our hands!

What are you waiting for?

(officers talking indistinctly )

You look tired.

You on your way out?

Yeah. Look, I won't keep you.

Um... can I just ask you to let me know if you get any news?

Okay?

Helen...

can we talk?

I'll just be a minute.

Bear with me.

Don't, Helen.

You know, even if you'd done everything by the book,

Charlotte stil wouldn't have survived.

She was dead before you even started.

What is it?

Look at that writing.

I'm right, aren't I?

So... who would have written

on the back of the photo?

Whoever's on the case locally.

mally the DC... Whoever's on the case locally.r

Payne.

Robin Payne.

What are you doing?

Oh, uh, I couldn't find her inhaler.

It's okay.

I'll do that.

How is she?

These attacks really take it out of her.

I've given her a couple of her pills.

She'll be fine in the morning.

What brought it on?

Um, well, she was upset when I came in.

(sighs )

She seems to have got the wrong idea about...

well, she thinks there's something going on

between you and... and me.

Ridiculous, I know, but...

Anyway, I think it's best if I clear out.

You can't go.

It's not ridiculous.

Wha...

Robin...

(cell phone ringing) Um...

(cell phone ringing)

It's your boss.

Hello?

Uh, yes, sir, I'm... I'm fine.

Uh...

Well, of course...

I see.

Well, that is news, isn't it?

Uh... have you checked out every angle?

Okay.

Yep.

Yeah, of course, um, that's fine.

Yep, will do.

Bye.

Have you got something?

Um, yeah.

Well, they think so, anyway.

Um... um...

What about your Mum?

Don't worry about her.

She'll be out for hours.

Those pills really do the trick.

Um, look, can we just, um...

slow things down a bit?

I mean, well, I haven't slept in two days and...

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Why don't you take a couple of Mum's pills?

You'll sleep like a log

and feel better in the morning.

LYNLEY: Look, Sergeant Havers is with the suspect.

I'm on my way.

Get on to the local force.

I want some back-up out there.

(pills shake in bottle)

There you go.

This'll sort you out.

Sweet dreams.

You're telling me they're how far away?

I don't want any excuses!

Look, just get... get a patrol car to DC Payne's house. Now.

(spits )

(door opens)

(quietly): Barbara?

Barbara... you asleep?

HELEN: I still can't get through to her.

Good evening, sir.

No answer from the house, sir.

How long have you tried?

Ever since we got here.

Stay back.

(glass shatters)

LYNLEY: Hello!

Hello!

Helen.

Valium.

Mrs. Payne, we need to talk to you.

We're the police.

Where's your son, Mrs. Payne?

Robbie?

So good to me.

My little man.

LYNLEY: Mrs. Payne...

Oh, she's completely out of it.

I'll take a look around.

You look in there.

Mrs. Payne...

Mrs. Payne, who is this?

Is this Robin's father?

You have to tell me.

A boy's life is at stake.

(groggily): I don't know.

Could be.

I was very popular.

The boys liked me a lot, especially the posh boys.

got pregnant with Robbie, The boys liked me a lot, especially the posh boys.en I

and he kept asking me, "Who's my Dad?"

Never stopped asking me.

I thought it was very nice for Robbie to think his dad was

someone really big, soul.

Will you stay with her?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

I just can't sit and wait.

All right, I want every man you've got out there sng.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to.

I don't like it.

Come on, come on.

Be a good boy.

Barbara!

Drop it, Robin.

Leave him alone.

Run, Leo.

Run!

I'm arresting you for the kidnap of...

(screams)

(groans)

It was easy taking her,

both of them.

If they can't trust a copper,

who can they trust?

Why?

Why are you doing this?

He never gave my mum anying, not anything.

What kind of a man abandons a youd their ba by?

He's not fit to be a father.

Who the hell does he think he is?

So much better than everyone else.

(kissing)

But why Charlotte?

She never did anything to you

I was only giving her the Valium to keep her calm.

I thought it'd make her less scared.

PAYNE: I didn't mean to kill her.

Luxford couldn't acknowledge you like you wanted.

He didn't know about you.

That's why...

Is that what he told you?

Of course he knew.

My mum and he were together.

me My mum and he all about it..ld

And why should that kid get everything?

PAYNE: Why should he?

Robin, listen to me.

You're such a nice guy.

You had everything going for you.

I know it's been tough with just you and your mum.

And I know that you're angry at it all, but...

you must know that this is going to end badly for you.

It's such a waste.

You liked me, didn't you?

Yeah... I did.

And you do understand, don't you?

No, I don't.

(grunts)

(shouts)

Come on, Leo, run!

(car horn beeping)

(crash)

(brakes squeal)

rs breathing heavily) (brakes squeal)

PAYNE: I used all my spare time for months going to London.

It wasn't difficult finding stuff out.

I already knew almost everything about him from the Net.

I hacked into his accounts,

saw the money going to the little girl.

And why should she get all that and me and my mum get nothing?

What, you just wanted your daddy to show you that he loved you?

Is that what Charlotte Bowen died for?

PAYNE (over intercom): Luxford's got a big, showy life splashed all over everywhere,

in your face all the time.

God, it was weird when I first saw him.

I waited for him to come out of work and followed him.

That's my dad, I thought.

If you were so keen to find him,

why didn't you just introduce yourself?

I don't know.

At first, I thought I would,

And then I didn't want to meet him.

I wanted him to be sorry for how he'd treated us--

me and my mum.

And what about Charlotte?

How did you find her?

I got myself a little fianc?e.

Have you got one?

If you're so clever,

why don't you find out for yourself?

She works in a bank, mine.

It's handy, that.

All those computers.

That Barbara...

she thought she was on for a moment, didn't she?

PAYNE (over interried to tell me

Luxford didn't know I existed.

She was right.

He didn't.

In fact, according to your mum,

he was one of any number of men

who could have been your father.

EVE: Alex!

Alex!

Are you sure you don't want

the doctor to check you out?

You did good today.

It really will be tea with the queen next.

Yeah, well, if it's all the same to you,

I'd rather not.

Well, she'll be disappointed.

Yeah, well... I've got friends of me own.

The, uh... interrupted date?

(sighs)

Yeah.

I don't think his mother will ever understand

just how dangerous thd w as.

It's not easy facing up to your mistakes.

Helen, you do know you're not responsible

for what happened, don't you?

Charlotte might have been found in time.

If I'd been in your position...

(bell tolls)

well, I don't know what I'd have done.

You'd have done the right thing, of course.

Why do you say that?

Because I can't win with you.

Win what?

It's not a competition.

No, I know that.

What are we doing, Tommy?

One minute, I think I understand

Why are you so complicated?

I've been clear from the beginning.

Oh, yes, of course you have.

It's just stupid me who doesn't get it.

It's obvious.

Not to me.

Life, you know, would be a lot simpler

if you just let it happen.

Look, Helen, you worry too much.

You can't second-guess life.

You just have to live it.

I know that.

Then why don't you?

It's not about whether we love each other or not, Tommy.

I know we do.

I'm terrified of finding it,

believing in it... and losing it again.

There are no guarantees.

The trick is to stay as close as you can

to what makes you happy.

But it's so painful, Tommy, being so close.

Then let's just get closer.

What are you doing this weekend?

I... I don't know.

Well, if you're free, I think we should get married.

What do you think?

Life without you seems pretty pointless.

You don't have to say anything straightaway.

If you're not free this weekend,

what about next weekend or the weekend after...

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