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I shouldn't have left it open.

It was stupid.

I suppose I thought with your officers outside,

and if Sally took the sleeping drug...

I thought the intruder didn't exist.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

I woke up.

I suppose I must have heard a noise.

It was very dark, but I could see him.

I mean, I could see a figure standing at the end of my bed.

He was staring at me.

I moved.

He ran out of the door.

I screamed.

I got out of bed.

I banged my face against the door frame.

Felix went after him.

And you're sure it was a man?

90% sure.

White, Black, Asian?

Not white, I think.

How are you feeling now?

Not too bad.

This is sore, but...

The night Sally Jupp died, is there anything else you'd like

to tell me about that evening?

Why?

I've already told you about it.

Anything else that you might have remembered since then?

Like what?

Krish?

I see.

I... I assume he must have said something

to you about the ridiculous pantomime

that he played out with Sally that night.

I didn't tell you because it really was nothing.

Your brother proposed to a woman in the drawing room.

It wasn't serious.

He was doing it to get at me.

I had been pushing him about Catherine.

It's my father's dearest wish, Catherine and Krish,

and we're running out of time.

Actually, I'm feeling quite faint again.

When I reached here, I could hear

him trying the back door, and then footsteps running

on down towards the kitchen.

By the time I got down here, I heard the smashing glass.

I rushed in and, well, you can see, sir.

There's broken glass on the floor.

He must have been searching for the key, knocked

the glasses off, and maybe he thought

the glass would slow me down.

The door was like that.

I ran out after him, caught a glimpse of his shape

in the end of the courtyard.

By the time I got down there, he must have

got out through the garden.

I went to the front of the house and alerted the officers.

As I said, he was smaller than me, slight of build.

Hard to be sure, because of the dark,

but I'd say he was probably Asian.

Thank you.

It seems likely he's connected with Suresh's work

in India, don't you think?

I'm pretty mad with Devi for leaving her window open.

How well did you know Sally Jupp, Mr. Hearne?

Sally?

I didn't know her.

I'd seen her five or six times, maybe, when I visited.

Were you aware that she was in the habit of making a drink,

cocoa, before going to bed?

No.

Why would I be?

I didn't follow her around.

Why are you asking me about this?

The evening she died, you told us

that you were all tired, you all had dinner,

and then you went up to bed.

Yes.

Did anything else happen?

No.

No, nothing.

I told you that.

- Thank you. - You can go.

Up to your room, please.

I'd quite like to see Devi now, if that's all right.

Soon.

He's completely loyal.

He'll say whatever Devi asks him to say.

Would he do anything?

You're thinking they've made all this up, sir, the intruder?

Are you?

Well, there are no prints on the window

or the frame except Devi's, but then, there weren't

any in Sally's room either.

It seems odd to me that he would think of searching

for the key on the shelf.

I mean, there are so many other places it could be.

Agreed.

You do everything by the book.

Stick to protocol.

Yes, sir.

- Lady Catherine next? - No, no.

Let's leave her till last.

Mrs. Mehta, Krishna has told us

about what happened with Sally Jupp

the evening before she died.

Yes.

We should have told you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

We all decided together.

We were trying not to shame Krishna

or to embarrass Catherine any further.

And we all knew it wasn't important.

Krishna claims he was in love with Sally.

He wasn't.

I know my son.

He has an impetuous streak, especially if he feels trapped.

It was my fault. I was pushing him to propose to Catherine

for Suresh's sake.

He was trying to prove that he's his own man, which he is.

Oh, I'm sure he'd flirted with Sally.

She was so pretty, so available.

Men need to cut their teeth.

But there is only one woman for Krishna, and he knows that.

He and Catherine have a bond.

There is a bond between our families.

You think badly of us now, but at least you know that my son

would never have hurt Sally.

The packet of Dormiritol, sir.

It seems empty.

Do you recognize this, Mrs. Tate?

Well, it looks like the stuff we use

for Mr. Mehta for his sleep.

Any idea how it ended up hidden in the garden?

No.

You locked up last night?

Yes.

Where did you put the key?

Um, on the shelf.

There, behind the glasses.

I always do, in case someone gets down before me

and needs it.

It's out of sight of the door and the window.

So everyone in the household would know where to find it?

Yes, I think so.

Is Miss Devi all right?

She'll be fine.

As we were leaving with Dr. Mehta yesterday,

you called out, "You can tell them.

Tell them what you need to tell them."

What did you mean by that?

I assume he's told you.

Told us what?

That he asked the maid to marry him,

the evening after the fete.

I suspected I knew why he was doing it,

and then Devi admitted later that she'd been pushing him.

To do what?

To formalize things with me.

It must have been extremely painful watching

him propose to another woman.

How did you react?

I didn't say anything.

Devi was angry with him, but none of us took it seriously.

I wasn't entirely surprised that it was that girl

that he brought into the room.

I'd noticed her flirting with him over the last few months.

Silly giggling stuff.

They were even doing it at the fete.

I took a photo.

I thought it might make him realize how foolish he looked.

Did you take other photographs of the fete?

Yes.

I'm a professional photographer.

Portraits, usually.

I'm in demand.

I don't just sit around here looking demure all day,

contrary to what you might think.

I'd like to see the photographs, please.

They're not developed.

- My dark room's in London. - We can have them developed.

Is the camera in your room?

Dressing table.

Be careful with the negatives, please.

Krish is under a great deal of strain.

Actually, my heart went out to him that evening.

Such a desperate sort of thing to do.

How old are you, Lady Catherine?

You must have been wondering when exactly Krishna

was going to commit to you.

That's rather a low blow, isn't it?

It seems you've invested years in this relationship.

I've never doubted that Krish and I will be married.

I love him, and he loves me.

If not wildly, then enough.

I've brought my family around to the idea of him.

We're almost there.

I wasn't about to murder some girl he was

using to shock his parents.

Using for sex?

I don't know.

It was cleaner than a prostitute.

So I don't think you should waste

any more time on that theory.

The forensics team is completing its work.

We have officers speaking to your neighbors.

Given what's happened, I think it may be best if Mr. Mehta

were moved to a hospital.

No.

That's out of the question.

Father wants to stay here.

I'm sure the doctor wouldn't allow it.

He thinks there isn't long.

In that case, we'll be increasing the number

of officers stationed outside.

I'm assuming none of you will wish to leave,

but if you do, please speak to an officer

and they'll relay a message to me.

I do expect honesty when I speak to you.

The fact that you've withheld information has been noted.

I assume you'll be letting Krish go now,

with everything that's happened.

Commander, Commander.

Sorry about before for sticking to the party line.

Didn't feel like my story to tell.

In the interests of full disclosure,

I thought you should know that Martha, Mrs. Tate,

tried to give in her notice yesterday,

but Devi refused to accept it.

She's pretty upset about it.

She's probably forgotten to mention it.

Anyway, thought you'd want to know.

Thanks.

Martha Tate is the only one who definitely

knew about the sleeping drug and definitely

knew that Sally was the only one who drank the cocoa.

What's her motive?

She's been with the Mehtas for years.

I can't see her being threatened by Sally's arrival.

Maybe she got wind of the engagement, didn't like it.

You know, protective of the family.

The one with the most motive is her.

And Krish may well have told her about the sleeping drug.

And whatever she claims, she's got to have

hated Sally that night.

So she drugs her, waits until she's out of it,

and goes into her room and suffocates her.

I mean, there's something...

something hard about her, don't you think?

I think she'd be capable of doing

it

Photos, sir.

Thanks.

It's like something from the '50s.

Yes.

Got Derek Pullen here and his mates.

Yeah, this is the one.

Krish and Sally.

See, that's what I mean about her.

She sees this and she takes a photo, calm as you like.

Hand wasn't even shaking by the look of it.

This man.

It's Malcolm Proctor.

Malcolm Proctor?

Theo Roscoe, East Essex Police.

We'd like to speak to you, please.

Sorry, no can do.

Middle of a job.

Only sit down for dinner.

It's about the murder of your wife's niece, Sally Jupp.

And?

I ain't seen her in over a year.

Neither of us had.

So you didn't try to find her after she left?

Why would I?

She was out of control.

She ran the missus ragged.

When she went, it was a relief.

I'm sorry she's dead, right, but we ain't seen her,

and we don't know who the father of the kid is.

Can you look at this for me, please?

Is that you?

She caught your best side.

I did go looking for her, for the missus.

Asked around as soon as she upped and left.

No one had a clue.

Someone told me she was in the club.

Figured, way she'd been carrying on.

We're not taking him, by the way.

Done our bit raising someone else's kid.

So, a week, 10 days ago, mate of mine

was doing a job out Martingale way, and he spotted her.

So, yeah, Sunday I go and find her.

I didn't know that thing was happening.

I was just going to knock on the front door,

check she was all right.

But I seen her, pulled her out, had a little chat with her,

end of.

Was she pleased to see you?

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

But she got it.

She said to tell her auntie she was fine and not to worry.

Where did you speak to her?

I don't know.

Near the back door.

She was working, so...

Did you know who she was working for?

Suresh Mehta and his wife?

No.

How long did you stay at the fete for?

Christ, I don't know.

20 minutes?

Then I went home, told the missus Sally was fine,

and that was the end of it.

Did you go back to the house late that night?

Why the hell would I do that?

You're a roofer, then, Mr. Proctor?

Good with heights?

No.

No.

I come over all of a quiver.

Of course I'm bloody good with heights.

Why?

What did you do that evening?

Sunday?

Watched telly with the missus, stayed up till the end

of the film, went to bed.

Work the next day.

I needed my beauty sleep.

Cocky bastard.

Trouble is, his story makes sense.

I want to speak to Derek Pullen again.

Father?

He's still with us.

Hey, what happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

I'm afraid we had another intruder.

What?

What, and he hurt you?

No, I banged my face panicking, that's all.

- I told them. - I had to.

We know.

It's all right.

I knew you'd come back.

I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't.

I want to go over your statement again

with you, Derek.

Well, I didn't make it up.

You say you noticed Sally glancing down the corridor,

then moving towards the back stairs, so you followed her.

Yeah, to make sure she was all right.

You stood in the corridor and you saw her talking to someone.

Mehta, Krish Mehta.

Did you actually see him?

Think carefully, please.

No, I just saw him after,

and he was putting his hands on her.

Did you hear her say his name or did you recognize his voice?

No, I couldn't hear his voice, only hers,

and she was scared.

In your statement, you say that you

didn't actually see them coming back along the

corridor together.

No, it... it was only a minute before, and I turned

around and they were there.

And he had his hands on her.

Ever seen this man before?

No.

Look, it was Krish Mehta.

It has to have been, don't it?

So let's say it's Proctor by the back stairs with her.

Maybe it's him, pushing her into sex.

Christ, maybe he's even the father of her kid.

But she gets pregnant, scarpers, or maybe

even he throws her out, gives her a shiner into the bargain.

She goes to the refuge, then a year later, he finds out

where she is, comes after her, and starts

the whole thing up again.

It's a possibility.

There's nothing in his record relating to theft?

Theft?

No, I don't think so.

What, the valuables go missing?

Yeah, that's a possibility.

He's making her steal stuff.

So she's got to have been scared of him.

She starts saying no, argues with him at the fete.

He comes back that night, gets in through the window.

We need a warrant.

Sunday, Mrs. Proctor, was your husband here

or did he go out?

The morning he was here, afternoon he went out.

Pub, I think he said.

What time did he get back?

Before his tea, half past 5.

And after that, did he go out again?

No, no.

We watched telly, went to bed.

Did you go to bed at the same time?

I went up a bit earlier.

Could he have gone out without you

hearing during the night?

No.

Sorry, but what are they doing?

Can you look at this photograph, please?

What's this?

The clothes your husband's wearing here,

did he change them when he came home?

No.

No, he didn't change.

It was taken at a house called

Martingale, the house where your niece

was working as a maid.

Your husband went there on Sunday and spoke with her.

He saw Sally?

Yes, a short time before she died.

He didn't tell you?

Not sure.

Maybe he did.

I don't remember.

I think you would remember.

Was Sally scared of your husband?

No.

Did he ever harm her in any way?

No.

No.

Would you go and find these clothes for me, please?

The ones he's wearing here.

Now?

Does your husband have a yard or a workshop

where he keeps supplies?

No.

Everything's in his van.

We checked the van.

Proctor can't have known about the sleeping drug,

can he, unless Sally told him.

And why would she?

And how would he get it in the tin?

Yes.

I think we need to stop assuming

that the person who drugged Sally

is necessarily the same person who killed her.

Sir, a call came in, anonymous.

Malcolm Proctor rents a lockup.

Garages on the Brockton Estate.

All of this look can't just come from the Mehtas.

He's a bloody thief.

I'm not going to sit here much longer.

Not without a lawyer.

Do you want to call one now?

We can wait.

Well, it depends what bullshit

you're about to come up with.

Roscoe, you said.

I've worked it out.

I know your brothers.

They're good lads.

Smart.

We just completed a search of your house, Mr. Proctor.

Search for what?

Didn't find anything, did you?

Because there's nothing to find.

We went on to search a garage that you rent on the Brockton

Estate, Number 17.

Who told you about that?

We had existing intelligence.

From who?

We discovered several items there, valuable items,

some matching the description of items

that recently went missing from the Mehtas' house.

Right.

Well, she took them, Sally.

She brought them to me to keep them for her

till she could shift them.

Pull the other one.

What about all the other stuff in there?

Sally nick that as well, did she?

We're going through it all now, matching it to burglaries

that date back years.

Handy, looking into people's houses

when you're up your ladder with your head for heights.

Fuck off.

We think you did find Sally, but not

last week, several months ago.

We think you went to her, saw the position she was in,

told her to start stealing things.

- We think she was scared of you. - Why would you think that?

So she complied.

We have a witness who heard Sally

arguing and pleading with a man at the fete on Sunday.

We think that man was.

Think what you like.

The man was pushing Sally into carrying out something

she didn't want to do.

We think you were angry with Sally.

We think you went back to the house that night,

climbed in through an open window,

woke her, argued with her, and smothered

her in front of her child.

I bloody well did not!

We're examining the clothes you

wore that day, looking for fibers that match the bedding.

If you think you're setting me up for this,

you can bloody well think again!

Sit down!

She took the stuff and gave it to me.

And why shouldn't she?

She owed me.

Years of putting clothes on her back, putting up with her crap.

And then there she is, working for a bunch of coloreds!

Rich ones.

And where did they get their money from?

Us.

Payback, I call it.

Sit down, Mr. Proctor.

Christ, I thought you'd be ignorant, but...

It must have made you feel angry, given your racist views,

when you discovered your niece was working

as a servant for the Mehtas.

Did you think she was shaming you?

You don't know anything about my views.

Pro-British.

There's a difference.

Ask his lot.

You try to fit me up for this, you'll regret it.

You haven't a fucking clue how far I reach.

Let's get photos of the stolen items

over to the Mehtas to ID.

At least then we can charge him with theft.

He stays in the cells.

God, I wish it was him, the murder.

Sorry, but we're not ruling him out, sir, are we?

No, we're not.

But I doubt his wife will withdraw the alibi.

Waiting for forensics to come through.

Why would he risk breaking into the house?

He knew where to find Sally.

He could have accosted her any time.

Maybe she threatened to tell about the thefts,

so he knew he had to finish her off quick.

That's a good thought.

Sir.

This way.

I think you should come up.

No.

Thank you.

Be here for me.

Of course.

Where's Martha?

The doctor wants some boiled water.

She went out about a half an hour ago.

She spoke to a policeman and left with him.

I can see to the water.

I... I want to confess.

Confess to what, Mrs. Tate?

To killing her, Sally.

Sally Jupp.

I would advise you to wait until you

have a lawyer with you.

I don't care about any of that.

Please can I just say it?

I drugged her.

I put the sleeping drug into the tin of cocoa weeks

ago when I first bought the tin.

I didn't think there might be more

at the bottom, which is why she must have got a stronger dose.

Why did you put the sleeping drug into the tin?

Because... well, I can't believe I did it.

I wanted her to look bad.

I wanted her to sleep in of a morning, get into trouble.

I wanted her to get the sack.

Why?

Because I didn't want her there.

She wasn't helping.

She was making things worse.

We should never have taken her on.

I should have been involved in that decision.

I should have interviewed her.

But no, Mrs. Mehta saw on her own.

Sat her down in the drawing room, would you believe?

Had me bring in tea.

Well, that might be the way they

do things where they come from, but it's

not how it's done here.

Of course she feels sorry for her.

And suddenly I've got a useless girl in my kitchen,

and not just a useless girl.

I've got a baby crying and carrying on all...

Have some water.

It wasn't right.

Not when I had to help nurse Mr. Mehta

as well as everything else.

And it wasn't like she'd learn.

I mean, I could have taught her everything I know.

Could have made her fit for the best houses.

But no, she knew better.

She was rude to me.

No respect.

Laughing at me behind my back like I was

a silly old pointless woman.

Trollop like that making me...

trying to make me feel small.

Couldn't you have just spoken to Mrs. Mehta?

You know, told her that Sally wasn't...

- Well, I tried. - Of course I did.

But she said, oh, we have to make allowances.

Trying to impress the vicar and the neighbors.

Oh, Mrs. Mehta, isn't she good taking that girl on?

But what use is that to me?

Father!

Sally slept in one morning, and that

did seem to annoy Mrs. Mehta, so I thought perhaps

I could make her do it again and again,

and then Mrs. Mehta would see my point of view.

I would never want to take a mother away from her baby.

I honestly, honestly only ever wanted her to sleep.

I was horrified when I realized she...

I've hardly been able to breathe these few days.

So the evening after the fete,

you told us were in the kitchen the whole time, except for when

you served dinner.

Then you locked up and went to bed.

Yes.

I assume you didn't know that Krishna Mehta proposed

to Sally Jupp that evening in the drawing room

and she said yes?

Or did you?

You went ahead and let her drink

some of the drugged cocoa.

Would you have done that had you

known there was a chance she might become Krishna's wife?

Or is that why you did it?

No.

No, I can't believe that could have happened.

Well, he did call her in there, but...

no, no, because when I heard them arguing,

he was really angry with her, and I

didn't like to think what she must have done

to make him shout like that.

When did you hear them arguing?

Later, around 9:30, as I was locking up.

Where?

Outside down the side of the house somewhere.

Are you sure you haven't that wrong?

No, I'm sure it was them.

I wasn't eavesdropping, but he was

saying all sorts... that she was wrong,

that she was betraying him.

And she was piping up, calling him Krish.

I was going to tackle her about it the next day.

You can ask Mrs. Langridge.

She saw them.

I saw her looking out of her window.

You didn't mention any of this in your statement.

No.

Well, I don't gossip about the family,

but I didn't want to start making you think any of them

was involved when it was...

Sally Jupp didn't die as a result of the sleeping drug.

That she was rendered drowsy by it

may have been a factor in her being killed,

but it wasn't the cause of death.

What do you mean?

Do you mean... do you mean I didn't kill her?

We may have to consider charges of actual bodily harm.

An officer will come and take a formal statement.

Just when we thought they'd been truthful with us.

Sir, Suresh Mehta died half an hour ago.

Oh, shit.

What do we do?

Give them till tomorrow?

Yes, I think we have to.

Is Mrs. Mehta coming?

She'll be down in a minute.

This is so wrong.

As I've said, we're sorry for your loss.

We looked at the photographs you sent.

All of those things belonged to my parents.

Was it Martha who took them?

No.

Sally?

We think Sally took them under duress.

We think she was being threatened by someone

she was scared of.

Did you know this?

Did Martha kill Sally?

I assume that's why you're here.

No, she didn't.

Well, she must have done something.

She hasn't come back.

We're considering other charges against Mrs. Tate.

Like what?

According to Mrs. Tate's account of the night Sally Jupp

died, she overheard an argument taking place outside

the house at around 9:30 PM.

The argument was between Sally and you, Dr. Mehta.

What argument?

What argument?

Perhaps you can answer that.

According to Mrs. Tate, you also overheard it.

You were standing listening at your bedroom window

when she went upstairs.

Why on Earth would you believe what she says?

Because it makes sense of why you and Mr. Hearne

decided to invent the story of an intruder in your bedroom

two nights later.

You'd overheard the argument, and you assumed your brother

must have murdered Sally Jupp.

That is absolutely untrue.

You knew we were considering the possibility

of another politically motivated intruder,

and so you decided to invent one

while he was in custody in order to prove his innocence.

You're choosing to believe her over me,

and I wonder why that would be.

Devi, Devi.

Is it true?

Devi?

Devi.

You shouldn't have done that.

Of course I should have.

It's exactly what you would do for me.

We did argue.

Krish, no.

Because she didn't want to marry me.

She was annoyed that I'd asked her in front of everyone.

She only said yes to help me save face.

Why didn't...

She said she had had fun and that it was exciting,

but that she wanted to do her own thing

and live her own life.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

Because I didn't want to look like an idiot.

Because I was, and it hurt.

And then she was dead.

I know I should have told you when you interviewed me,

but I didn't.

I could see how it looked.

And you were happy to let us go on suspecting

other people's involvement.

No, no, because I knew none of us would have done it,

so I knew you wouldn't have been

able to gather any evidence.

According to Mrs. Tate, the row was bitter and angry.

I think you went to the pub after that row.

I think you drank heavily, and I

think your anger and resentment towards Sally

continued to grow.

No, that is not true.

And then I think you came back here.

I think you went into Sally's room in the middle of the night

and you killed her.

No, I did not kill her!

He would never do that.

We can continue this down at the station.

Devi Langridge, Felix Hearne, I'm

arresting you for perverting the course of justice.

Come on, you can't be serious.

Krishna Mehta, I'm arresting you on suspicion

- of the murder of Sally Jupp. - No.

You're not obliged to say anything

unless you choose to do so.

Are you really doing this again?

- Stop it. - No! No!

Can't you see what you're doing?

- It's okay. - Mum.

No, no.

It will be okay, I promise.

It won't be.

Of course it won't be.

My foolish, foolish boy.

I killed her.

Mother, stop it!

Move away from her, please.

How did you kill her, Mrs. Mehta?

Swear to me you'll leave my children alone.

No deals.

I want no more lies.

How did you kill her?

With a pillow.

I put it over her face.

I thought she'd wake up.

But she didn't, at first.

Then she did, for a moment.

She struggled.

And then there were no more breaths.

It isn't true, okay?

I was so, so angry with that girl.

Hateful, manipulative.

Coming into our home, making a fool of our son,

a fool of all of us!

The shame of it.

Suresh was in charge of a whole province.

My father owned 30,000 acres in Punjab.

Was I going to write to my brothers

and tell them that our son was marrying a servant,

some slut from a slum on the edge of God knows where?

Stop it.

25 years we've been in this country.

We have been perfect.

Suresh was perfect.

We have earned respect, even in the face

of the snide remarks and the so-called jokes and the...

the sneers behind their eyes.

Oh, God.

What's the matter with you?

You just stood there and let her say those things to me,

telling me that there was nothing that I could do,

that she knew you better than me!

It was shameful.

Shame on you.

Over and over, your father said, you play the game.

You show them the face they want to see.

But your honor is your honor, and your blood is your blood.

Did you know, sir?

I couldn't rule her out.

I should've ruled her in.

Sorry to disturb you.

Do you want to come in?

No, thank you.

I wanted to give you this.

Sally's, where she wrote down the number

of the women's refuge.

Your husband's been charged with four counts of theft now.

He won't get bail.

You've already shown you have courage.

I hope perhaps you might think of yourself for once.

There's nothing out there for me.

There might be.

I said my vows, he said his

Nothing is ever perfect, not for anyone.

Keep that number somewhere safe, will you?

For my sake.