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Dr. Trenarrow...

Where the hell have you been?

Nurse?

(monitor beeping)

(monitor beeping faster)

(beeping very rapidly)

(monitor whining steady tone)

Tina!

There you are.

Oh, Helen.

Wonderful to see you.

I'm so happy for you both.

Tommy?

Mother.

It's good to see you.

You're looking very well.

MAN: Hello, there.

John... hi!

Tommy, hi.

Helen, you remember John,

our estate manager?

Yeah, of course... hi.

JOHN: Congratulations.

You're a very lucky man.

HELEN: That's what I tell him.

Well, Aunt Lavinia has arrived,

but apart from that, you're the first.

So did you two stay over somewhere last night?

Yeah... in Taunton.

to have the engagement party here.

Of course.

WOMAN: Where shall I put the champagne?

Oh, in the hall, please, Nancy.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, Tommy.

Congratulations.

Here, let me take those.

Nancy... hi.

Congratulations to you, too.

I hear you're married now.

HELEN: It sounds fun.

Well, fun is perhaps a tad optimistic.

But it's an annual village event,

and they expect me to be there.

The Nanrunnel Am. Dram. Society.

They do know you're both going to be here

this weekend.

Ah.

I think they'd be rather hurt

if you didn't show up.

Then we're definitely coming.

I'll lay you 50-to-one on

the vicar's given himself the lead.

Oh, have a word with him later,

about wedding dates.

Well, we haven't actually got that far yet...

have we?

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Oh, give me a shout, Helen,

if there's anything you need.

Thanks.

Your mother is extraordinary.

Yes, isn't she?

Are you going to be like this all weekend?

At least try.

I am trying.

Because I think it's a really good chance

for your mum to sort things...

JOHN: So where's he disappeared to this time?

I don't know.

Some tart or another.

Dad, there was another letter

Dad, there was another letter morning.

Did you open it?

I can't open his private letters.

Why not?

You've got a right to know

what kind of debt you're in.

A gas bill came yesterday...

final demand.

Oh, Dad.

Come on.

I'm so tired.

JOHN: Leave him.

Come home.

NANCY: I can't.

JOHN: You'll never change him, Nance.

Face facts.

Where is he?

What's this one's name?

I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

What is it?

I'm fine.

Nancy...

Come on...

I'll give you a lift home, okay?

Is everything all right at home?

I know John doesn't really get on

with your husband, does he?

Sorry.

None of my business.

Mick's back.

Thanks for the lift.

If you could just take those things through

to the kitchen, could you?

Someone will show you where to put them there.

Is this the...

Oh, thank you so much for coming,

and at such short notice, too.

Oh, well, it was very nice of you to...

Um... just come through here with me.

I just had this idea, you see.

I thought if you could just see the dining room

and the whole setup beforehand,

it would make things so much easier

for you tomorrow.

Uh, well, yeah.

Was it you I spoke to on the phone yesterday,

or was it the other girl?

Uh... which other girl?

Oh, Tommy.

I won't be a moment.

I'm just showing the florist...

Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

No, no, this isn't... No, no, I'm not...

Sorry-- Mother, this isn't the florist;

this is Barbara Havers,

my colleague from the Met.

Oh, my God!

What a fool I am!

No, it's my fault. I'm so sorry,

and I've been longing to meet you as well.

I'm so glad you me.

Tommy, would you bring Barbara's things upstairs?

Now, come along, my dear.

Here we are.

The bed's a bit lumpy, I'm afraid.

But I wanted you to have this room,

because the view's so lovely.

WOMAN: Is anyone home?

Oh, it's Sidney.

Look, you settle yourself in,

and come down and join us for a drink

when you're ready.

Why are these houses always so damn cold?

Do you good to rough it a bit.

MOTHER: Sidney,

darling...

How lovely to see you! Ah, hello!

This is my aunt, Lady Asherton.

How do you do?

And this is Justin, Justin Brooke.

You're in chemicals, aren't you?

did she tell you about me?

Hi.

Uh... come in.

Where do you want these?

On the bed?

Oh... someone called Sidney's just arrived.

Who's Sidney?

My cousin.

Just come back from Chechnya, I think.

She's a news photographer.

Oh...

Not on the counter at Argo's, then.

(chuckles)

So, what happens now?

Unpack.

Come on down when you're ready.

Will I do as I am, or...?

Yeah, you're fine.

Oh, I'm going to get this all wrong.

Yoll tell me, won't you?

And get my head bitten off?

No, seriously, I don't want to mess this up.

Which, of course, I've already done.

Well, actually, your mum was quite sweet about it.

I like her.

Yeah.

People always do.

(footsteps on stairs)

(sighs)

This is so out of my league.

It isn't, actually, you know.

No, seriously, sir, I mean...

This is...

Well, this is a private family party.

For family and friends.

And you're a friend.

Which reminds me, I have a favor to ask of you.

Would you call me Tommy this weekend?

Or even Thomas?

No,

I don't think so, sir.

Barbara, hi.

I was just going to come and find you.

Where've you been?

You'll excuse us?

HELEN: See you downstairs.

Helen, I had to take Nancy home, okay?

Well, you could have told me.

I had no idea where you were.

Well, I just needed some air.

Oh, you've only just arrived.

For heaven's sake.

I'm sorry, Tommy, but what is this thing

with you and your mother?

Last time we came,

you behaved like a tortured adolescent.

Well, if you can't sort it out before the wedding,

I mean, it's going to make things really...

Come with me-- I want to show you something.

ASHERTON: Tommy's here.

He's dying to see you.

See that window there?

That was the room where my father was dying...

well, about to die, of cancer.

Now, I'm 17,

standing right here.

I can't face going back in.

Too scared.

Suddenly my mother appears atthiswindow,

with her arms wrapped around this man,

and I think it's a miracle.

I come running back in, race up the stairs,

don't even think to knock,

burst right in...

My mother and Trenarrow.

Oh, there's an eye-opener.

OMy mother and athe good doctor

going at it like there's no tomorrow.

That's where I hid.

Watched my mother

running through the garden,

looking for me.

If I was dying,

and you were scared and you needed comfort...

I still wouldn't do that.

You don't know what you'd do.

No one knows how they'll react

when they're really up against it.

If she loved him so much,

why didn't she just marry him years ago, eh?

I didn't stop her.

of course you did. didn't stop her.

The way you so obviously feel about him,

it would mean losing you.

What's this?

Heroin!

OOKE: Did you bring my document case up? Heroin!

It's in the car.

There are some papers in there

I need to look at.

Oh, not tonight.

Relax.

Oh, I've got the accountants' meeting

first thing on Monday...

And there's the emergency board meing

straight afterwards.

Babe, you should've stuck to the plan

and stayed in Dublin.

Why did you...

Why did you change your mind?

To be with you.

Excuse me...

Um... is that the right, uh...

I'm not a guest.

Oh.

I'm... below stairs.

Right.

My dad's the estate manager here.

It's just through there.

Thanks.

They won't bite.

Got their gobs too crammed full of silver spoons

to bite anything.

Go on, come with me.

I'll take you in.

Blimey...

so is this all yours?

No, it's my brother's.

ASHERTON: Well, I

I'm hopeless with names.

Oh, you get pretty good at them

in the police.

Oh, I bet.

Oh...

Oh... thank you.

So tell me-- my son...

what's he like to work with?

Impossible?

Oh no, not at all.

I know about his work.

But Helen says he's very good.

Is he?

The best I've ever worked with.

Really?

Yeah... no question.

MAN: Mum.

Peter!

Darling.

Oh...

Hello, lovely.

This is my girlfriend, Sasha.

Hello, Sasha.

Hiya.

HELEN: Come on, darling, you'll love it...

Oscar Wilde.

LYNLEY: Peter.

Lovely to see you again, Peter?

How's your life going?

How are you?

Well, someone is.

Someone is cutting

and bagging heroin in there.

Oh, so it must be me.

Oh, sorry, Peter.

I'm obviously spoiled for choice here.

Is it?

I've only just walked through the door,

Are you using again?

Oh, you never stop, do you?

Sergeant Plod right down to the stuffy soul.

ASHERTON: We must leave.

It starts in half an hour.

Come along.

To what,

Oscar Wilde, darling-- Village Hall.

Oh, I think we'll probably give that a miss.

Sash, do you want to come down to the pub?

ASHERTON: Come on, now.

We can't be late.

It's going to start in half an hour.

Um, no.

Actually I've got a bit of a headache.

I'm, uh, I'm off home now, Lady A.

Right, John.

We'll see you in the morning.

Mark...

ASHERTON: Everybody, we've got to leave.

JOHN: Mark...

you can drive your sister's van back.

I'm just having a drink.

Home.

SIDNEY: I'm just going to get my camera.

WOMAN: That's all that can be said about land.

ACTOR: I have a country house

with some land attached to it--

about 1,500 acres, I believe.

But I don't depend on that

for my real income.

In fact,

as far as I can make out,

the poachers are the only people who make anything out of it.

ACTRESS: A country house?

How many bedrooms?

Well, that point

can be cleared up afterwards.

You have a townhouse,

I hope.

A girl with a simple, unspoiled nature like Gwendolen

could hardly be expected to reside

in the country.

ACTOR: I have a house in Belgrave Square,

but it's let by the year to Lady Bloxham.

Lady Bloxham?

I don't know her.

(audience laughing, camera clicks)

Have you never had a brother

of any kind?

Never.

Not even of any kind.

ACTRESS: I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily,

that neither of us

is engaged to be married to anyone.

ACTRESS 2: It's not a very pleasant position

for a young girl to suddenly find herself in,

is it?

ACTRESS 1: Let us go into the house.

They will hardly venture

to come after us there.

ACTRESS 2: No, men are so cowardly,

aren't they?

is wha

I suppose?

ACTOR 2: And a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is, too.

SASHA: Are you sure this is okay?

You can trust this guy, yeah?

Yeah, totally.

So where is he?

Don't worry.

It'll be fine.

ACTOR: How you can sit there

calmly eating muffins when we're in this horrible trouble

I can't make out.

You seem to me

perfectly heartless.

(audience laughing)

(motor humming)

There he is.

Hey.

What's going on?

Where's the stuff?

With your brother here?

I'm not carrying gear on me when he's around.

What are you talking about?

That's great.

So what are we supposed to do?

It's with a mate.

You just need to pick it up.

(people chatting)

Congratulations, Tommy.

Thank you.

Give you a hand with those?

I'm fine.

Your mother misses you, you know.

A couple of days at Christmas,

the odd phone call.

She's put an awful lot into this weekend.

Look...

Look, I don't expect you to like me,

but I do expect you to act your age.

What happened happened.

Get over it.

Do those two not get on?

Family business.

Oh, right, sorry.

(camera clicks)

Hello.

MAN(in nearby room): I told you not to come here.

What if someone saw you?

You said no contact.

BROOKE: Since when do you call the shots?!

Who the hell do you think you are, Cambrey?!

CAMBREY: Listen to me.

BROOKE: No, you listen to me.

This is my ass on the line here.

You've totally ruined six months of...

CAMBREY: Hey, listen, I'm really sorry.

BROOKE: You're out of the loop now, Cambrey.

I'm not going to let some greedy little runt destroy me!

PETER: Mick...

You've got something for me, right?

Oh, hi.

You're, um...

Sidney's...

Yeah.

Ran out of fags.

You don't sell fags, do you?

I'll take some of these, then.

Yeah.

Um...

Thank you.

Mark left something for me, yeah?

(audience laughing)

ACTRESS: (audience lThey don't seem

to notice us at all.

Couldn't you cough?

But I haven't got a cough.

ACTRESS 1: They're looking at us.

What effrontery!

ACTRESS 2: They're approaching.

That's very forward of them.

ACTRESS 1: Let us preserve a dignified silence.

ACTRESS 2: Certainly.

It is the only thing to do now.

(men whistlg)

(whistling) (whistling)

(audience laughing)

(dogs barking in distance)

Did you get it?

Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

What's the matter?

(audience laughing)

What is it?

What is it? the matter?

It's nothing.

Have you taken your pills?

Don't fuss.

It's nothing, really.

No, it's got nothing to do with Tommy.

It's... it's that young boy

I told you about.

He died yesterday.

I just feel terrible.

I... I could do nothing to help him.

I just couldn't help him.

Mr. Worthing, there is some error.

Thereis the woman

who can tell you who you really are.

(audience laughing)

Lady Bracknell, I hate to seem inquisitive,

but would you kindly inform me who I am?

(audience laughing)

(audience cheering and applauding)

(softly): Mick...

(crowd casually conversing)

(Nancy screaming)

(screaming)

MAN: What's going on?!

Nancy... what is it?!

(Nancy still screaming)

Oh, God!

(Nancy sobbing)

LYNLEY: Is he dead?

Yeah.

(camera clicks)

(phone dialing)

HAVERS: Yeah, hello, uh, put me through to, um...

where?

LYNLEY: Uh, Newquay.

Ask for DI Boscowan.

HAVERS: Yeah, um, Newquay.

Who?

Ted Boscowan.

Sidney!

SIDNEY: I thought you'd want a record.

LYNLEY: There's a mess at the back of his head.

There's severe bruising to the jaw.

HAVERS: Yeah, DS Havers-- the Met.

Sidney, what did I just say?

I'm at... What's this shop called?

Just say Cambrey's place.

Yeah, Cambrey's place in...

HELEN: Nanrunnel.

What's happened?

HAVERS: Yeah, suspicious death.

Dear God.

(Nancy sobbing)

HAVERS: Boscowan's on his way.

Sidney, will you get out of here?!

Why don't you take Mother

back to the house?

Thisisa murder scene.

He's still warm.

Come on, Sidney. ON:

We're in the way.

SIDNEY: I'm going, I'm going.

Till's been emptied.

It looks like a robbery.

And no sign of a murder weapon.

Helen, will you and Havers take Nancy back to the lodge?

Y, come on, Nancy.

Come on.

It was a robbery, wasn't it?

Come on,

come on.

Don't bother to come in.

My father will be there.

I'll be okay now.

You go.

We'll see you in safely.

Hello!

Mr. Penellin!

Hello!

Are you sure he's home?

I rang him.

He was here all evening.

Dad.

Do you think she rang him?

A bit too keenbi, you mean?

MAN: Shocking business, Nancy.

I'm so sorry.

(door closes)

MAN: Is your father here?

No, he's, um...

This is DI Boscowan.

Hello.

BOSCOWAN: Good evening.

A couple of questions, Nancy.

You sit down.

I just need to know

what time you left the shop this evening.

NANCY: About 5:00.

I... I don't remember.

Was Mick there when you left?

He'd just got back.

Do you know

why your father went round to see him?

To see Mick?

When?

He can't have done.

He was seen, Nancy.

Your neighbors saw him go

into the shop at about 9:00.

Dad didn't even know Mick was back.

There was a row.

They heard a fight.

No.

No, that can't be right.

(door closes)

JOHN: What's going on?!

What's that idle waster done this time?

Dad, he's...

John...

Look, I'm sorry about this,

but I'm going to have to ask you to come into Newquay with me.

Into...

Now?

If you wouldn't mind.

Why?

I need to ask you some questions

in connection with the murder

of your son-in-law, Michael Cambrey.

Dad doesn't know anything about it.

It's got nothing to do with him!

Nancy, that's enough!

Fair enough.

Let's get it over with.

I'll be back in a bit, love.

What's going on?

What were the police doing here?

This is your fault.

Um, your sister's husband

was murdered a couple of hours ago.

You're joking.

Hey, wait a minute.

Why have they taken Dad in?

What's it got to do with Dad?

LYNLEY: He's been with the family for 40 years.

John Penellin

would not hurt a fly.

HAVERS: Well, he obviously wasn't keen

on his son-in-law.

Did you notice how he shut Nancy up?

Yeah, what was that about?

Can I just point out

that it's not actually your case?

Well, I, uh, guess we'll just have to cancel.

Why?

I really don't think that we can.

People are coming from all over the place.

If John Penellin had an argument with his son-in-law,

so what?

I mean, people have family rows all the time, don't they?

It could have been a local gang.

Well, an off-season tourist shop--

the takings will be nothing.

Even if Mick Cambrey disturbed

The point is we don't actually have to worry about...

LYNLEY: And emptied the cashbox afterwards

to make it look like a robbery.

Sorry, darling.

Which brings us back to the basic question,

why would anyone want to kill Mick Cambrey?

ASHERTON: Well, he was a bit

of a lad, apparently, and I know the marriage was rocky.

k, um, of a lad, apparently, and I know the marriage was rocky.o

would anyone like a cup of tea or perhaps a nightcap?

Sorry, darling.

You were saying?

Your mother just asked you a question.

Look, I think I'm going to call it a night.

ASHERTON: Good night, Barbara.

LYNLEY: Night.

Sorry, uh, wrong room.

Hi.

Of course if he really was seeing other women,

it could have just been a fight

with a jealous husband.

Repeat after me in triplicate, "This..."

"This is not my case."

Yeah, I know.

One more word

and I shall have to impose penalties.

Mmm, what kind of penalties?

LYNLEY: John, where are you?

What, in the shop?

WOMAN: Good morning.

Good morning.

LYNLEY: Oh, don't worry.

I'll sort that out.

I've seen this kind of thing in films,

but I didn't know it actually happened.

LYNLEY: No, no, no, we're still going ahead with the party.

Yeah, one sec.

Havers...

Barbara, it's John Penellin.

Oh, how is he?

He's fine.

Tell him to rest.

We can manage.

John, Mother says to tell you...

Yeah, uh-huh.

All right, well, hopefully we'll see you

later on this evening.

Yes, all the best.

Nancy needs to pick something up from the shop. Want to come?

HELEN: Well, why do you have to go?

John just asked me.

I'll clear it with Boscowan first.

We'll only be half an hour.

Oh, and Mrs. Cambrey will be along later.

Sir, um...

I don't know how to put this.

Um, you do know, don't you,

that your brother is using heroin?

What makes you think that?

Well, um, I saw him injecting late last night.

(door bell jingles)

Nancy, hi.

Hi.

Are you all

Yep.

Do you want anyone to come up with you?

No, I'll be fine.

He's been in and out of rehab since he was 18.

I thought he'd finally kicked it.

Not from what I saw.

Silly boy is throwing his life away... to spite me.

To spite you?

It's complicated.

(objects clattering upstairs)

LYNLEY: Nancy, what are you doing?

I need to see how much debt he's left me in.

You're in debt?

Well, he never let me see anything.

He dealt with all the bills and stuff.

I wasn't allowed to...

. I wasn't allowed to...

In debt?

No, in... in credit.

I don't get it.

Where's all this money come from?

The bastard.

I've been working myself into the grave,

killing myself with worry,

and he's got 28 grand in his account!

Where was your husband yesterday?

Sorry?

You said tyou r dad

didn't know that Mick was back.

Back from where?

That was a lie.

I rang Dad and told him.

Back from where, Nancy?

I... I don't know.

Why are you lying?

What are you covering up?

Do you think your dad killed Mick?

(firmly): No.

God, I really screwed up this time, didn't I?

Hey, it's okay.

Come on.

You're not alone.

We all do things we wish we hadn't.

But the test is to face up to it,

to learn from it.

We'll sort this out.

God, I wish you'd been...

You should have married Mum years ago.

She wouldn't have me.

Too many ghosts from the past.

But even if she had, Peter,om the past.

would it have made a difference?

I mean, to be perfectly honest,

I was always there.

Perhaps we should think about starting you

on methadone again.

(scoffs)

I was doing fine.

I was okay.

I didn't touch it for six months,

and then... I don't know.

It all got too much.

(sighs)

Finals...

the whole Oxford thing,

and, uh...

Sasha, my girlfriend, well, she said...

Well, the truth is she just handles it better than I do.

Sasha does heroin?

You know, I hate the stuff.

I mean, it messes with my mind.

I hate what it makes me do.

I...

What it?

Like... last night.

Last night?

I got a bit needy for a hit and, uh...

Do you want to tell me about it?

So this is where you are.

Oh, messing about on boats clears the mind.

And look what I found.

Someone's been using it.

You should tell the police.

Oh, is it worth bothering them?

(sighs)

I should sell it, really,

unless you and Tommy want it.

Look, Helen, I just wan??d to say

if you two decided you wanted

to take over Howenstow--

here and live-- I can move out

as soon as you like.

We wouldn't dream of it...

No, really,

I'm just the caretaker here,

and to be honest, I'd be glad to hand over the reins.

He's not comfortable here, is he?

I saw the relief in his eyes last night.

A murder-- something he understands.

Good excuse to get out of my way.

He was positively chirpy this morning.

I'm sure he doesn't feel...

Yes, he does.

He still finds it hard even being in the same room with me.

Look after him.

The bathroom arrangements in this house

are borderline Neolithic.

SIDNEY: These are yummy.

What are?

Nanrunnel chocolates.

I wasn't supposed to find them,

was I?

So who did you buy them for?

I hate these things.

You're the one that wanted a big family do.

Well, only because you said that otherwise you'd...

Oh, Tommy, I'd be happy

with a cup of tea and a boiled egg.

I don't care about engagement parties.

I don't give a toss

about wedding arrangements.

I just want to marry you.

Well, what are we doing all this for?

Why don't we just get married

on a beach somewhere?

Okay.

(both laugh lightly)

Okay, but if we do do that...

you have to speak to your mother.

TRENARROW: Look at you.

Look atyou.

Leave him, leave him.

(drink pouring)

I'll have one of those.

So how did finals go?

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Oh, come on.

You did all that s??ff-- rowing blues, starred firsts.

Why should I wastemytime repeatingyourtriumphs?

Don't be so silly.

Yeah, well, don't talk to me

like I'm six.

Does Mother know you've quit Oxford?

Not yet.

Does she know you're using again?

Oh, here it comes.

Here comes the concerned-brother lecture.

Well, I am concerned, actually.

Yeah?

Was I

Okay, look, so I'm busy,

but I am on the end of a phone, you know.

If you're in trouble, Peter,

you can come to me.

You know that.

Always.

And get the third degree.

Great.

All right, one question.

Here we go.

The heroin you were injecting last night,

was that the same stuff I saw at the mill?

And what were you doing down the mill, anyway,

reliving your precious moment of angst?

Do you realize

Mother thinks you're clean?

Have you any idea what this is going to do to her?

Oh, like you care.

If this place went up in flames tomorrow with me and Mum in it,

you'd be jumping up and down with relief.

LYNLEY: Maybe I haven't always been in the frame...

No, you haven't!

So piss off back to London, Tommy,

and just leave me alone.

ASHERTON: Peter!

Sorry, Mum, we were just, um...

Go and get changed.

(diners chatting)

BROOKE: A policewoman?

HAVERS: Yes.

BROOKE: With eyes like that?

I had you down as a TV presenter.

You can't possibly be a policewoman.

No, it's an article of faith.

All policewomen-- thick ankles, hairy arms.

You've just ruy favo rite prejudices.

For goodness' sake, stop sulking.

You invited the good doctor of Nanrunnel to a family party.

He's a family friend.

HAVERS: Well, it must have been difficult

starting a business from scratch.

BROOKE: No, no,

it was a struggling little chemical coany

before I bought it.

You two must be vaguely in the same field.

Have you been properly introduced?

This is Dr. Trenarrow.

How do you do?

Justin Brooke.o you do?SIDNEY:

Praxis Pharmaceuticals.

Oh, really?

Medical research.

Interesting.

SIDNEY: Oh, do you know it?

Of it.

So you've just come back

from Chechnya, yes?

BROOKE: Mmm, this is very drinkable

Do you know what year it is?

Um, no, sorry.

(diners chatting)

Thank you.

Look, what I want,

I'd really like to be a conceptual artist.

I've got this great idea.

I'm calling it "Wardrobe."

very bleak, quite empty.

Sid, you not hungry?

No, it's absut I'm full.

Too many Nanrunnel chocs...

which my boyfriend just bought.

HELEN: How lovely.

SIDNEY: God knows when, for some other woman.

I know where he got them.

PETER: He bought them...

(Havers gasps)

BROOKE: I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Well...

BROOKE: Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

HAVERS: No, it's fine.

There, you can't see nothing.

Thank you.

Speech!

Speech! later.

Ladies and gentlemen, a toast

to the happy couple.

To the lovely Helen, the face that launched a thousand...

ASHERTON: Sit down, Peter.

Et cetera, et cetera.

And to my esteemed elder brother--

Eton, Oxford, currently wowing them at the Met--

my thoroughly upright, not to say up-tight, broth...

ASHERTON: That's enough, Peter.

PETER: Who walked out on us when I was knee-high to...

Oh, what would I be knee-high to when I was seven?

Anyway, my point is, ladies and gentlemen,

that my father had just died

and I was a very sad little boy... very sad.

And my brother here... well, who cares?

He didn't.

And there was always the checkbook, wasn't there?

To my brother, the selfish, self-obsessed, sanctimonious...

LYNLEY: Thank you, Peter.

Thank you.

Yes, good idea.

Shall we all raise our glasses?

Tommy and Helen.

ALL: Tommy and Helen.

TRENARROW: To a long, happy

and wonderful marriage.

ALL: Hear, hear!

Tommy and Helen.

(quietly): Thank you, Roderick.

ASHERTON: You should be

really grateful to him.

Do you think I could manage this place

without his support?

God forbid you should give up your career to do it.

Thank you.

JOHN: Would you, uh...

Would you excuse me?

ASHERTON: Of course.

What's happening?

It's all right, Tommy.

It doesn't matter.

Are you arresting him?

No choice-- we just got the lab results:

prints, fibers, skin samples.

It's pretty conclusive.

Well, I don't care what the evidence is; he didn't do it.

No one'll be happier to prove that than me.

If you'll just let me get on with it.

Ah, there you are.

Everybody's looking for you.

Those chocolates...

Yes, I knew you'd pick up on that.

They're probably all packed

for the tourist trade, you know.

Probably all made in Birmingham.

And the only place you can get Nanrunnel chocolates...

is Nanrunnel.

I can be even more specific than that.

The gift shop.

The question is, when?

Last night.

I ran out of fags so I went down to the village

and found this little shop.

Was Cambrey there?

Yes, but...

Alone?

But... he didn't sell fags.

So I felt obliged

to buy something.

Look, help me out here.

What time exactly?

Nine-ish.

Did you see John Penellin?

Look...

Okay, I should have told

the police this,

but the reason I didn't...

You saw him?

No, he'd already gone before I got there.

How do you know?

Mick Cambrey told me-- said he'd just thrown him out.

I'm going to ring Boscowan.

No, no, don't.

Hang on.

(door opens)

Oh...

Oh, uh, sorry.

No, no, no, come in.

Close the door.

Well, go on.

The reason I didn't say anything...

I wasn't the only one there.

Who else?

Peter.

Peter?

He came in to pick something up.

From the state of him I'd say it was smack.

He said someone had left something there for him.

And then w

BROOKE: Well, I don't know.

I went to the pub.

My point is, the reason why I didn't want to say anything

until tonight was over

was that after I left,

Peter was still there...

in the shop.

(people chatting in distance)

Has Tommy been through here?

Not that I noticed.

Hey, look, I just want to apologize

about what happened in there.

I made a complete fool of myself.

If I said anything offensive or...

Don't worry about it.

I know whatyouwant.

That'll make it a whole lot better.

HAVERS: You have to tell Boscowan.

I can't.

You have to.

Do you know what you're asking me to do?

Yes, sir, clear an innocent man

who's your friend.

And put my brother in the frame for murder at the same time?

Then let me do it.

I'll talk to Boscowan.

No...

Give me time, Havers-- let me think.

(surf rumbling, gulls cng)

(door opens and closes)

(knocks on door)

Peter?

Peter?

(helicopter approaching)

(dog barks)

Peter!

Oh, my God...

It's Justin, isn't it?

Stay there, Sidney!

Stay the

MAN: Right, tied off.

MAN: Right, keept coming.

There we are.

Looks like he missed his footing

in the dark and fell.

An accident?

POLICEMAN: Sir?

Excuse me.

Do you think it was an accident?

Not my case.

Do you?

Sir, if Peter knew Brooke had spoken to you

and Brooke was the one person

linking him to Mick Cambrey's murder...

Oh, so Peter killed Cambrey and now Brooke?

Well, all the evidence is pointing that way, sir.

He could have panicked and ran.

This is all my fault.

If I'd been around when Peter was younger,

he never would have got into drugs.

With respect, sir, that's rubbish.

ct, Sergeant,

what the hell do you know about it?!

You know nothing about us!

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Have you spoken to Boscowan yet?

Well, do it now,

because if you don't, I will.

Give me till midday, okay?

Give me one good reason why I should?

Because I want to be 100% certain

that he's guilty before I shop him.

At least let me find him.

They searched the grounds,

the outbuildings-- no sign of either of them.

He really might have OD'd.

Have they got a car?

No.

No, they came by train.

Then they'd have to get a taxi to get anywhere,

well, unless they hitched.

What about the boat?

LYNLEY: He can't have taken it; he wouldn't be that stupid.

HELEN: Well, it's not here.

Helen, he can't sail.

He's a useless sailor.

Okay, okay...

I should think that girl, what's her name-- Sasha?

Well, she's even more useless.

Well, your mother said someone's

been using the boat recently.

LYNLEY: So?

So suppose Peter's on the boat

but someone else is sailing it.

Sir?

Come here and have a look at this.

LYNLEY: It's Mark Penellin's.

Helen, would you call the Coast Guard?

See if they can spot the boat.

Havers, come with me.

Someone to see you, John.

Where do I begin?

How much do you know?

I know your son's running drugs.

I begged him to stop it; I pleaded with him.

Was Peter involved?

Tommy, I hope not--

I pray not.

So, Mark takes my mother's boat... where?

The Scillies?

Picks up, what, a kilo of heroin,

cuts it and bags it at the mill.

Where does Mick Cambrey come in?

I swear I don't know.

Because he does, doesn't he, somewhere?

And you're prepared to stand trial for his murder?

If I have to.

LYNLEY: You don't have to.

You didn't do it.

We know that Cambrey was alive

when you left the shop.

The two-timing, flash waste of space!

I hit him,

and I'm not apologizing for

But you didn't kill him.

I could have done... easily.

But you didn't.

He threw you out.

Oh, John, this is crazy.

you're going to end up serving a life sentence.

I'd rather that than see my son banged up for ten years.

Which is what he deserves.

Don't be so damn stubborn.

Tell Boscowan the truth.

You tell him.

Don't ask me to inform on my son.

I won't do it, Tommy.

HAVERS: So you're not taking your own advice, then?

What advice?

You bully Mr. Penellin to shop his son.

But you... you still haven't told Boscowan

about your brother yet, have you?

So what... what, it's different for you?

Yes, it's different for me.

(cell phone ringing)

Yes.

Where?

Thank you.

Coast Guard-- they've spotted the boat.

Here he comes.

Where's Peter?

How the hell should I know?

Is he on the boat? No.

So where is he?

Don't ask me.

I'm not your brother's keeper, thank God.

You arrogant...

I'd have made a better job of it than you have.

HAVERS: Sir, sir!

I could have for assault.

HAVERS: I'll take that.

No, you won't. You can either hand it wait fthe drug squad.

They're on their way.

Don't you just hate people like him?

Everything served up to him on a plate.

And you and me, nothing.

Is Mick Cambrey in this with you?

Is that where he got his money from, eh?

What's this?

Just a little errand I do for a friend.

In my mother's boat?

HAVERS: Is this a heroin derivative, or what?

Hey, look, I just pick up the case and deliver it.

LYNLEY: To whom?

No one you'd know.

Give me a name.

(siren blaring)

You want a name?

Tina.

(phone rings) Tina what?

Find out yourself.

Hello?

Peter!

Where are you?

Tommy...

Something terrible's happened.

What?

HAVERS: Stay where you are, sir!

I can't...

Trenarrow here.

Yes, he's with me.

TRENARROW: See how e hands are clenched?

LYNLEY: Strychnine.

Though I believe she thought she was injecting heroin.

The stuff she was using

was adulterated with strychnine?

Yes.

LYNLEY: You're saying she was murdered?

I'm absolutely certain

she was murdered.

Where's Peter?

LYNLEY: Has anyone called the police?

One of the nurses called them.

He came here?

To you?

If I'd known you were so concerned...

Why here?

He always comes to me.

He always has...

whenever he's in trouble.

Hi.

Hi.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We'll sort it out.

I... I need to know some facts.

Your friend Sasha...

Where did she get the heroin from?

I gave it to her.

You did?

I didn't want it.

I've put him on methadone again.

You're going to kick it this time,

aren't you, Peter?

But Sasha is... wasn'tready for it yet,

so I gave the heroin to her.

Who... who gave it to you?

Justin Brooke gave it to me.

Brooke?!

Did anyone see him give it to you?

No.

Do you keep strychnine on the premises?

Yes... but strictly under lock and key.

He couldn't have had access to...

I didn't take anything.

I didn't kill her!

I loved her.

What about Mick Cambrey?

Mick?

Was Mick involved

in the drug smuggling business?

What drug smuggling business?

Peter...

did you kill Mick?

Wh-what? You think I killed him?

Oh, this is absurd.

Peter couldn't kill anyone.

Just tappened.

I went to pick up some skag which Mark had left for me,

and I'd already given him the money,

but Cambrey wanted m so...

it got a bit nasty.

But I swear, Tommy,

he was fine when I left him.

He was fine.

I'll do everything I can.

I didn't kill anyone.

Please don't let them arrest me.

I didn't do anything.

Peter Lynley?

I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder

of Sasha Nifford.

Peter, I'm sorry.

You've got to go with them.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something which you later

rely on in court.

Anything you do say will be used in evidence.

ASHERTON: Murder?

LYNLEY: They haven't charged him yet, but...

He didn't do it, did he?

The thing is, I don't know if we can prove it.

You will.

It's not just Sasha.

He's also in the frame

for killing Mick Cambrey.

Why on earth...?

It was a... drug thing.

They had a row.

How could you let him get into this state?

How couldI?

Do you think I haven't tried

ing Do you think to get him off heroin?dh

But that whole drug scene, he just drifted into it.

Didn't you notice what was happening?

Where were you?

Right here.

Where were you?

And you know what?

I'm getting a bit sick of you blaming me for everything,

because I am quite capable of blaming myself.

All I'm saying...

Tommy, I cannot be perfect.

No one's asking you

to be perfect.

But that's what you want:

the perfect mother.

No faults.

No weaknesses.

No life of my own.

Well, I'm sorry, I can't do it.

I am human.

Oh, okay, fine.

Off you go.

Spoiled little boy stamping off in tears.

You cheated on Dad.

I loved your father

till the day he died.

But I needed comfort and support, and I still do,

and Roddy gives me that.

Darling,

if I could change the past for you, I would...

but I can't.

I've been very childish, haven't I?

I have been.

Helen thinks that I've stopped you from marrying him.

Is that true?

Have I done that?

No.

Next time he asks, just say yes.

(knock at door)

Hi...

Can I talk to you for a minute, please?

I'm just off...

to see Justin's parents.

Oh...

Can you give this to Tommy?

Sure.

Well, I just wanted to ask

if Justin had ever met Peter.

Before this weekend, you mean?

No.

Um... because...

I don't think it was an accident.

Sorry?

I don't think he did just miss his footing.

I think he killed himself.

Why?

Because his company was going under.

And he had this tough meeting on Monday morning.

He was going to lose everything.

He couldn'face it.

And the one thing he was counting on to save him,

this anticancer drug, the big breakthrough...

It was going to make Praxis Pharmaceuticals a major player,

and then NICE banned it.

Why?

Side effects.

A five percent chance of liver damage.

(crying)

But God...

if you're dying of cancer,

that's an acceptable risk, don't you think?

Um...

This drug.

What's it called?

Oncozyme.

HAVERS: Sir, I was thinking, that case of ampuls

that we found on Mark Penellin...

It has some kind of connection

with this, um... what did you call it?

Yeah... Oncozyme.

Yeah... Oncozymeneed to get back

to the beginning, Havers.

Where is the beginning?

Cambrey... he's the key.

HAVERS: Sir, look at this.

Here...

and again there.

Why do you need

to see these again?

Where's all this money coming from, Nancy?

I told you, I don't know.

Did you know that your husband was paying

over a thousand a month...?

He didn't earn a thousand a month.

To a property company in Newquay?

Ring them.

Nancy...

HAVERS: Yeah, um, good afternoon.

I'm ringing about a client of yours,

Mr. Michael Cambrey.

Did you know that Mark was running drugs?

Yes.

Was your husband

Was your husbandn that?

No.

Who killed him?

I don't know.

That's your standard answer

for everything at the moment, isn't it?

You don't seem to know anything.

Okay, thanks.

Right, I've got an address.

Um... oh, the rent was paid by Michael Cambrey,

but the tenant was...

a Miss Tina Cogan.

Oh, God.

WOMAN: She's in and out.

Some kind of salesperson, I believe.

But there is a young man

that comes to see her a lot.

LYNLEY: Thank you.

So this is Cambrey's love nest.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

No, I'm afraid there's nobody

in the office at the moment.

Uh... can I take your name

and someone will get back to you?

You change your name

and you could do that for a living.

Said he ordered something called "Hope" on the Internet.

"Hope"?

And it hasn't been delivered.

There's a list of names here.

A client list?

Yeah.

Perriam, Perriam, Perriam...

Here we are, Perriam.

I'm going to ring some of these names.

All right.

I'll check upstairs.

Mrs. Amos, I'm conducting a customer satisfaction survey.

I was wondering if you'd bought anything recently

on the Internet.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

She's a tall girl.

I'm conducting a customer satisfaction survey,

and I was wondering if you'd had any dealings recently

with a company called Finding Hope.

In strictest confidence, can I ask

what it was that you bought from the company?

Thank you for your help.

Thank you.

All cancer patients

or carers of cancer patients.

And all have recently bought a drug

from aompany called "Finding Hope."

The interesting thing

?? Well, look what I found.

All paths lead to Oncozyme.

So Mark Penellin briin...

from wherever.

And... and Tina sells it.

But how does that tie in with Mick Cambrey?

Can I just show you these?

Shoes?

Yeah, but...

well... I guess a size ten.

Oh, they won't let me see him yet.

I know, I know.

But he can't have done it, can he?

No, of course not.

Tommy thinks he might not be able to prove...

Don't worry,

everything will be all right.

I promise you.

How do you know?

well, Peter couldn't harm anyone.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't stay.

What?

I was just thinking how much I loved you.

: was just thinking This case. loved you.

Have you ever seen one like it before?

No.

Who is Tina, Nancy?

You know, don't you?

They told him he couldn't start the hormone treatments

until he'd lived as a woman for six months.

I mean, if he wanted to wear dresses in private,

that was his problem, but openly?

In Nanrunnel?

So, you said no.

Everybody laughing at us?

My husband mincing about in skirts and high heels?

(quavering): Over my dead body, I said.

I said to him, "God made you a man, Mick.

End of story!"

And you had no idea about the place in Newquay?

I didn't even know he could afford the rent.

What about the money in the bank?

I... honestly, I don't know where it came from.

(sniffles)

It was for the operation, I guess.

I did everything I could think of to stop it.

bbing ): I loved him... so much! (so

I didn't want him to be Tina.

I wanted Mick!

He's all I've ever wanted.

(sobbing )

(sighing ): Imagine it--

HAVERS: I mean, loving someone,

and then they... they turn around

and want to be someone else.

So, Mark Penellin delivers the Oncozyme to Tina Cogan.

Aka Mick Cambrey.

Who sells it to the cancer patients on the Internet.

That issick--

making money out of people's suffering.

Well, you can't say that,

because everyone I spoke to

was getting better.

Oh, I forgot.

Um, Sidney gave this for you.

Oh, it's probably the photographs from the shop.

Sir, should we just check through

what happened that night--

as far as we know?

Yeah, okay, uh...

who went in there first?

John Penellin.

So he did.

Sohegoes in, dah-dah-dah,

has a fight with his son-in-law, gets physical.

Yeah, and Mick throws him out.

Yeah, and then Peter went in to get his heroin.

No, um, Brooke went in before that.

Why? What was Brooke doing there?

Well, buying cigarettes, he sai

And how much did Brooke know?

Maybe he'd just discovered

that Cambrey was selling the Oncozyme on the Internet.

Yeah, and making himself a massive profit.

Would that be reason enough to kill him?

Maybe.

But when?

Brooke left the shop before Cambrey was murdered.

Peter saw him go.

Okay, but maybe he waited outside until Peter left,

and then he went back in.

It still doesn't answer the question, who killed Brooke.

Sir...

look at this.

Tommy. I've been expecting you.

I need you to clear something up for me.

Oh, yes. How careless of me.

My angina pills.

Here they are.

And here I've put them back in my pocket...

before anyone could notice.

I must have dropped them

when I killed him.

I'm sorry?

I would do anything to save my patients, Tommy.

Anything.

This is all about Oncozyme, isn't it?

Yes, this has everything to do Miss Havers.

Do you know what Oncozyme is?

It's an exceptionally potent drug.

The benefits are immediate.

The chance of remission increases exponentially.

And you're testing it here?

Illegally?

Yes.

It is an unlicensed drug.

I don't care if it has a license or not.

It saves people's lives.

Brooke was convinced that my results here

would get further trials authorized.

So, he saved his company

while I saved my patients.

And Mick Cambrey, "Tina,"

was your go-between?

He delivered it to you?

Yes.

Things went very well to begin with.

People got better.

And then suddenly... my patients started dying again.

I couldn't understand why,

so I had my current batch analyzed.

And?

Saline solution.

I'd been injecting my patients with salt water.

Cambrey had been selling Oncozyme on the Internet

to terminally ill people for vast amounts of money.

(whispers): Good God.

He was a disgusting human being.

I didn't mean to kill him.

You killed...

You're just saying this

to get Peter off the hook, aren't you?

I know you love him.

LYNLEY: You don't have to do this.

When I went to see him,

I wanted to tell him that I knew what he was doing.

I'd lost a patient that afternooa young boy.

Liver cancer.

He just laughed.

"So what?" he said.

"So they're all going to die anyway."

He laughed.

He kept on laughing, so I hit him.

I hit him and... I wanted to wipe that look off his face.

I kept on hitting him until...

he stopped moving.

HAVERS: And then you made it look like a robbery?

Yes.

And Brooke?

No, no. Brooke lost his footing and fell.

No, he didn't, Tommy.

I pushed him.

I had to, you see,

because... Brooke was concerned

that Peter had heard too much in the shop.

He said he was bound to talk

and of course... it would ruin him.

Well, I couldn't let him hurt Peter...

so I killed him.

The irony is

that, um, I was too late anyway.

Because Brooke had already given the spiked heroin to Peter.

Yes.

And Peter passed it on to Sasha.

Precisely.

Well...

I'm not really very good at this, am I?

I suppose I should be rather worried if I was.

I've written it all down.

So...

I suppose you have to arrest me now.

I'm afraid so.

Well, you must be rather enjoying this, Tommy.

No.

After all this time, my downfall?

If Oncozyme had been available

when my father was alive,

would you have given it to him?

Oh, yes, yes, most certainly.

I do hope you believe that, Tommy.

I do.

I do.

Thank you.

My mother...

Yes.

This is going to be... very hard for her.

Look, do you think you could just give me a few moments

to... to finish things here?

Yes, of course.

Sir, uh, I don't think...

A few moments, that's all I need.

We'll wait outside.

You all right, sir?

(breathlessly): Yeah.

I'm fine. Fine.

(sighs)

(sighs)

g (sighsto do, Havers?n

You have to ring Boscowan.

I know.

I mean, everything he's done,

he has done for the right reasons--

to save his patients, to save Peter.

He loves him.

Yeah, and this puts Peter in the clear.

You know what, Havers?

I've spent half my life hatingthat man...

and now...

(sighs)

I'll ring Boscowan.

HAVERS: Yep, uh, DI Boscowan, please.

Sir...

HAVERS: Strychnine.

(sobbing): How do I do it, Havers?

How do I tell my mother?

(howls ): No!

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