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Call me back, yeah?
Better still, get down here.

Hey, hey! Where're you going,
huh? The night is young!

Oh, all right.
All right. Well, maybe not.

But, you know, as I say,
I say we push on through, hmm?

Lightweights!

of summer '94.
It's the lead single

from their new album,
Parklife.

Here's Blur with
Girls and Boys.

Ah! Just you and me left,
sweetheart.

Now, how about another drink?

- I've got to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Don't I even get one
last good night kiss? Hmm?

I don't feel well.

- Ah, ah, ah.
- Give that back!

You're stealing from me?

So? It's not
like you need it!

- Give it back!
- I don't think so.

Hey, maybe
I should call the police.

- No, no, just...

I'm sorry, sweetheart, hmm?

Look, look.
I didn't mean to...

Well, that was
a waste of time.

Rebecca Henson. The woman,
she left that message.

Yeah, sorry. My head's
in this army case. So?

Refused to speak to me.
Thinks that her information

is for
the Coroner's ears only.

Did she say
what it was about, at least?

- Nope.
- Well, if she's that desperate

- to see me, she can come here.
- I told her that,

but then she says
she can't leave her house.

Maybe she's agoraphobic.

Oh, as if I don't
have enough to do.

It's not my fault.

I told her I was
the Coroner's officer

but it's like
she's got no faith
in my professionalism.

I can't imagine why.

Mrs Henson.
It's Jane Kennedy,
the Coroner.

Mrs Henson?

Uh, no, thanks.

So, Mrs Henson, you said
you have some information?

I'm afraid
I don't have long.

Do you remember
"The Foxby Affair"?

Yes. Professionally speaking,
it was before my time,

but I know what happened.

Do you now?
Go on, then.

Uh, the Earl of Solberry,

known as Jerry Foxby
to his friends.

Rich, handsome, party animal,
makes a 999 call
from his yacht,

- claiming he thinks
he's killed a prostitute.
- Escort.

He hangs up and disappears
off the face of the Earth.

What do you think
happened to him?

Consensus is,
he killed himself.

I asked what you think.

I don't know.
His body was never found.

Neither was the escort's.

This was over 20 years ago.
Why now?

- "Oliver Foxby." That's...
- Jerry's younger brother.

He's applying to the court

for recognition of
his brother's death.

- He wants Jerry's title.
- So?

Let's just say
it jogged my memory.

See, I know
what really happened
on the yacht that night.

How? I mean, the police spent
years investigating.

They never got anywhere.

The years haven't
exactly been kind, I know.

You're...

I don't want
money or nothing.

I just want people
to know the truth.

Why don't I read up
on the history of the case?

I can come back
tomorrow morning

and we can go through
your version of events.

I suppose.
I've waited this long.

Would you mind
if I took that photo?

Thanks.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Excuse me.
Is Oliver Foxby at home?

Journalist?

Local coroner.
Jane Kennedy.

Auntie Peggy! This one's
here to see Mr Foxby.

You'd better come through.

Excuse the mess.

Is Mr Foxby
having a clear-out?

All this belonged to
the Countess, his mother.

She passed
a couple of months back.

May I ask your business
with His Lordship?

I'd like to
discuss with him

the application for his
brother's death certificate.

About time
it was all sorted.

Sorry, you called him
"His Lordship"?

Mr Foxby hasn't inherited
his brother's title yet?

It's only a matter of time.
Behind closed doors,

he's considered himself
the lord for years.

Were you here
when Jerry disappeared?

I've been here since
Jerry was in nappies.

I was nanny to the boys
before I became housekeeper.

And before you ask,
no, I don't know
what happened to him.

Some people
believe he went abroad.

Jerry was like a son to me,

but he had
the devil in him, too.

Wherever he is, I only hope
he's finally at peace.

Well, you can wait
in the morning room.

- I'll see if he's free.
- Thank you.

I was under the impression
that the death certificate

was now a matter
for the High Court.

Well, the case involves
an unexplained death
on my patch.

I may be asked to supply
relevant material.

So, how can we help?

I was just wondering
why you haven't applied

for the certificate
before now?

Mother wouldn't allow it.

I understand
she passed away recently.

I'm sorry for your loss.

My mother refused
to accept Jerry's death

unless she could see
his body for herself.

I am more prepared
to act on faith.

And presumably
a death certificate
would clear the way

for you to claim
the family title

and your place
in the House of Lords?

It doesn't quite
work like that.

Hereditary peers
don't just stroll

into Westminster nowadays.

Oliver already has
a distinguished career.

Yes, at the Home Office,
I believe?

- It's where we met.
- Thank you.

The thing is,
someone's come forward,

claiming they have
new information about Jerry.

You must forgive us.

We've heard every ridiculous
conspiracy theory going.

Believe me,
Jerry killed the girl,

threw her body overboard,
and then jumped in after her.

And you're certain of that?

Well, I suppose
he might have fallen in.

He was always so drunk,
it's possible

he didn't intend
to kill himself.

Either way, the only way
I'd believe
Jerry's still alive

is if he walked in here
and poured himself a drink.

What if she walked in?

- Work meeting, is it?
- Yes, as it happens.

I need to pick his brains
about a case.

No. No, no,
it's all right. Don't worry.

I'll pick something up
on the way home.
It's fine. Yeah.

All right. Yeah, got to go.
Bye, bye.

Sorry. That was Annette.

She wanted to know
what time I'd be back.

So, come on, now.
What's this new lead

you've got on
a mysterious case?

The Foxby affair.

Why does everyone
keep doing that?

We've got a filing cabinet
down at the station, right?

A whole filing cabinet

- full of possible sightings
of Jerry Foxby.

- Mick!
- Yeah.

You see
Jerry Foxby recently?

Yeah. Of course, I have.
He was in here last week.

Yeah, playing a round of darts
with Elvis Presley.

- Jane reckons
she's got a new lead.

All right, there's
no need to take the...

Mick knows all about it,
don't you, Mick?

Yeah. Well, he didn't
throw himself in the water,

I'll tell you that much.

His body would've washed up
somewhere.

I was on the lifeboat,
remember?

Like you'll ever
let us forget. So?

Well, he was murdered.

And you know this because?

Well, rumour has it,
he'd just had a big win

at a high-stakes
poker game, eh?
Hence the party.

Walked out of there
with 200 large,

but the money
was never found,

not on the yacht,
nor at the house.

I reckon
his gambling buddies

bumped him off
to get their money back.

- What about the girl?
- Collateral damage, isn't it?

I say he went abroad.
Living like a king in Rio.

An army of policemen and
every reporter in the country
investigated it for years.

You clever girl,
what do you have
that they didn't?

An eyewitness.

- Come on.

Come on.

How did you talk me
into this?

Beer. Lots of beer.

Yeah, that was it.
So, why do you want me there?

'Cause I think she's gonna
confess to killing him.

She's either lying
or deluded.

Still, we should hear her out.

Besides, what've
you got to lose?

If it really is Helen Boyd,

you could go down in history
as the copper

who finally cracked
the Foxby mystery.

Yeah, well, it beats
doing paperwork, I suppose.

You know,
she's a bit strange,

so just hold back
until I know she's all right
with you being here.

Mrs Henson?
It's Jane Kennedy.

We met yesterday.

- Where are you going?
- She's not in.

Davey, she's just... Davey.

All right, let's have a look.
Let's have a look.

Mrs Henson!

So much
for your eyewitness.

We don't even know
if that was Helen Boyd.

According to
that woman's passport,
her name is Rebecca Henson.

Why would she lie
about being a woman

everyone thought was dead?

Because she was obsessed
with Jerry Foxby.

You saw the scrapbook.

What if
she really was Helen Boyd

and someone didn't
want her to spill the beans?

Oh, I say she killed
herself, a hoax.

Her way of sticking up
two fingers
before she killed herself.

By contacting you,
she made sure
someone found the body.

I'm not sure.

Well, as much as your input's
always appreciated...

You're telling me
to butt out?

Yeah, it is a police matter,
for now, at least.

All right, I'll take
a backseat on Helen Boyd.

- Good.
- On one condition.

Oh, here we go.

I get to see
all the police files

on Jerry Foxby's
disappearance.

You just can't help yourself,
can you?

That's why you love me.

Yeah, must be.

Right. I've gotta get on.

Yeah.

What?

Start reading.

I want a list of any alleged
sightings of Helen Boyd

or Jerry Foxby
since they disappeared.

That'll take days!

Well, not if you work quickly,
and once you've finished
with the files, go online.

I want conspiracy theories,
rumours,

anything to do
with the Foxby affair.

As long as it doesn't mention
alien abductions,
write it down.

Why am I doing this?
We don't even have a body.

Because if we find out
what happened to Jerry Foxby,

I bet you a fiver
we'll find out what happened
to Helen Boyd.

- Mrs Boyd?
- Yeah?

I'm DS Higgins,
South Dart Police.

- Mmm-hmm.
- I was wondering if I could

- have a word with you
about your niece?
- Okay.

I didn't think we'd be
seeing you here again.

What makes you say that?

His Lordship don't like people
snooping around.

Normally,
he sends them packing.

Well, I'm not snooping.
I just...

Just want to know
what happened to Jerry.

Yes. Do you know anything?

No. Before my time.

I've only been here since
the old groundsman retired
a few years back.

Are you all right?

Yeah, the old knee's
playing up, that's all.

Occupational hazard.

So your predecessor,
does he still live nearby?

Hmm. You could say that.

He's buried in
St Bernadette's Churchyard.

Any other staff members
around from that time?

No. Only Auntie Peggy.
She got me the job.

Here you are.
Speak of the devil.

His Lordship's not at home.

Oh, well, his car's here.

Peggy!

That's to say,
he's unavailable.

You were Jerry's nanny.

The last thing we need
is you reopening old wounds!

I understand how you feel,
but circumstances
have changed.

Peggy! At last! I...

I thought we answered
all your questions yesterday.

I'd just like to
confirm a few details.

Such as?

Well, I was reading through
the witness statements.

Some of the guests
on the yacht

claimed Jerry had just won
a lot of money with cards.

- Is that true?
- Possibly.

Gambling was
one of Jerry's many sins.

That said,
there was no money found

and I wouldn't consider his
friends reliable witnesses.

Drunken degenerates,
the lot of them.

Sorry, excuse me.

Davey, it's not a good time.

No, look, I'm down
at the mortuary now
with Helen's aunt.

She's given us
a positive ID on the body,

but I get the impression

they weren't exactly close
back in the days.

I think we should probably
do a DNA test to be sure.

Uh, yeah.

Makes sense,
given the circumstances.

Listen,
I'm with the Foxbys now.

Do you think
I should mention it?

Yeah, yeah. I think
they've got a right to know.

- Okay. I'll speak
to you later.
- Okay.

Sorry about that.

Um, a woman was found dead
in Lighthaven this morning.

We have reason to believe
it was Helen Boyd.

Helen Boyd died in 1994.

How can you be sure?
No body was found.

I mean,
this changes what we know

about your brother's
disappearance.

It changes nothing.

If Jerry didn't kill himself
that night,

he'd be dead by now anyway.

What my husband
is trying to say

is that Jerry was
emotionally unstable.

He was a known addict,
with a history

of self-destructive
behaviour.

He was a disaster
waiting to happen.

Trust me when I tell you,
my brother is never
coming back.

Were you home last night?

Yes, all night.

We both were.

That's right.

Now, will you please
leave my property?

You can address
any further questions
to my solicitor.

Hi. Headlines?

Well, we know
she'd been drinking,

but the blood screening
also showed opiates
in her system.

We're still awaiting tests
to confirm the levels.

And there was also
this injection puncture

in one of her arms.

Now, I'm thinking

it might be
an accidental overdose.

Except the police
didn't find any syringes

or drug paraphernalia
at the scene.

So if she was injected,
someone else did it.

Was there any bruising
or defence wounds?

No. Maybe they...

I don't know, snuck up on her
while she was asleep?

Thanks, Clint.

You spent years hiding away

and the minute you talk out,
this happens.

But I never told anyone
where you were.

So, whoever did this
knew where to find you.

You said you wanted
the truth to come out.

Well, I'm gonna do my best
to make sure that happens.

- Peggy, what's wrong?
- Oh.

I shouldn't be here.

No, wait. Please.

I can't pretend
I didn't see anything.

There have been
too many secrets.

Go on.

Not out here.

- Thank you very much.
- Thanks.

I take it the Foxbys
don't know you're here?

Oh, I'd be fired
on the spot.

In my job, loyalty and
discretion are everything.

Whatever you tell me
will be dealt with
in strictest confidence.

I don't want to testify.
I... I couldn't do that,

stand up in court
and betray the family.

Let's just worry
about the facts for now.

He wasn't at home
the whole night.

His Lordship, I mean.

I heard an engine starting
in the early hours.

I've always been
a light sleeper.

Looked out the window
and saw his car
driving off somewhere.

And it came back
about an hour later.

Well, an hour would've been
more than enough time

to get to Helen's place
and back.

So, you think Antonia
is covering for him?

Oh, possibly.

But they do have
separate bedrooms,

so he could've come and gone
without her noticing.

She came to me!

All I'm asking is
for you to tread carefully.

She's worried
she's gonna lose her job

and there might be a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

Yeah. But you don't
think there is.

I think you should bring
Oliver Foxby in
for questioning

and leave Peggy's name
out of it for now.

Well, whilst
I don't have a problem

arresting
a senior civil servant
and soon-to-be-earl,

I think my governors
might want some evidence.

He lied about
leaving the house.

Well, according to a witness
I'm not allowed to mention!

Anyway, he could've
been going anywhere.

Davey, I'm not asking you
to strip search him.
Just bring him in.

His solicitor
will tear us to shreds

before we get
the first question out.

Fine. We need to find another
way to prove he lied.

All right.
That petrol station

where we stopped on the way
to Helen Boyd's place.

- Yeah?
- It had CCTV on the forecourt.

There's just a chance

it may have picked up
what went past last night.

Genius. Worth a try.

All right, then.
You can get
the popcorn, though.

There.

Same make as Oliver's.

All right,
let's have a look.

Oh, yeah. Bingo.

Surely that's enough
to bring him in?

- Hmm?

Davey, this proves
he was in the area
and he's got motive.

Because if word got out that
Jerry was still alive,

it would scupper his plans

to become the next
Earl of Solberry. Davey?

Hmm. Yeah, yeah.
No, I'll pick him up,

but there's something
I've got to do first.

Your pension fund?

I wish.
The lads found a key

attached to the sink
in the back of
Helen Boyd's place.

We traced it to this bank,
so I got a warrant.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Yeah.
We should pocket this

- and jump on the first flight
to Mexico.

This is what's left
of Jerry's big win.

Could be. According
to Helen Boyd's landlord,

her rent's been
paid for in cash

for as long
as he can remember.

It looks like she's been
living off this for years.

So, someone
bought Helen's silence.

Oliver Foxby works
at the Home Office.

He could've
hidden Helen away,

created a new identity
as Rebecca Henson.

Yeah. Then when she decided
to come out of hiding,

she had to be silenced.
Permanently.

He seemed pretty sure
that Jerry was dead.

Maybe he killed him, too.

- Oh.
- What?

As soon
as I mentioned her,

it would've set
alarm bells ringing.

He knew where to find her.
If I hadn't said anything...

Come on, come on,
come on, don't do this.

You couldn't have known.
This isn't on you.

Maybe. Maybe not.
But if it was him,
then the least I can do

is make sure
he ends up in prison.

Right. How often do you get
the chance to arrest

a member of the aristocracy?

Not often enough.

You do realise
you're making

a career-ending
decision here?

You're just doing your job.
He can't do anything.

I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

But then, you always did
like getting me into trouble.

Wait!

I called the solicitor.
Andrea's on her way.

She said not to utter a word
until she gets there.

I never left the house.

Of course.

So, this isn't your car?

It must have been stolen.

Absolutely.
And then returned to you?

Possibly.
Or it's another car with
false registration plates.

Or... Now, go with me
on this one.

It is your car,
being driven by you,

on your way
to confront Helen Boyd.

About what?

About what happened
to your brother.

You wanted to keep her quiet.

She refused,
so you killed her.

And why would I do that?

It depends.
Was she gonna tell us
that Jerry was still alive

or that you were involved
in his murder?

Look, as far as I am aware,
Jerry is dead,

but I didn't kill him
and I didn't kill that woman.

An opiate was found
in Helen Boyd's blood.

This syringe contains
traces of morphine,

and I bet
it's gonna test positive
for the victim's DNA as well.

And what has that
to do with me?

It was found
in the boot of your car,

underneath the spare wheel.

Say nothing more.

I have nothing further
to say.

Well, all right, then.
Well, why don't we
sleep on it?

I'm sorry.

Wow. Late night?

Oh! Mom and Mick
spent half the night

arguing about wallpaper,
and the other half
making up.

- Tell me you've got good news.
- No. Nothing, no.

Oliver's denying everything.

Says he was
in bed all night.

He doesn't know
what happened to Jerry

and he's never met
Helen Boyd in his life.

Well, at least
he's consistent.

That's exactly what he
told the police in '94.

So, what now?
Are you gonna charge him?

No, I've got a warrant,
actually.

I'm gonna search his house,
see if that turns up anything.

You mind if I join you?

Why?
What're you hoping to find?

A postcard from Jerry saying,

"Venezuela's lovely,
wish you were here"?

No, I want to
lean on Antonia,

find out what
she really knows.

You're not gonna
let this go, are you?

Not with Helen's death
on my conscience, no.

All right. Come on, then,
fellas, you're with me.

All right, you're here
as an observer, remember?

Is all this
entirely necessary?

I'm afraid so.

This is madness.
It wasn't him!

I love the man,
but he doesn't have

the imagination
to be a murderer.

So, who was it then?

How should I know?

Don't believe that
"butter wouldn't melt" look.

Jerry was a troublemaker
even then.

You didn't like him?

He didn't make
our lives easy.

Antonia,
if you know something

that could help
your husband, then...

Jane!

Excuse me.

Up here.

- Just in there.
- Thanks.

Davey?

Morphine. In the name
of Elizabeth Foxby.

- That's the Countess.
- Yeah.

We've got syringes
and latex gloves as well.

Right. I'm gonna
head back to the station.

- What, already?
- Yeah, with all this evidence,

I've got enough to charge him.

Fairly solid case, I'd say.

Can you
give me five minutes?

What for?

Antonia knows something,
I'm sure of it.

About Jerry or Helen?

I don't know. Maybe both.

Okay.

Jim, can you bag
all this up for me, please?

Okay, Sarge.

He's going to prison
for a long time.

We've got motive,
means, and opportunity.

The family
will be disgraced.

Oliver didn't go anywhere.
It was me.

I went to offer
that woman more money

to keep
her stupid mouth shut.

You knew Helen
was still alive? How?

The night Jerry disappeared,
I went to his yacht
to see him.

The phone records.
There were calls
from the mobile,

Jerry's mobile to your house.

But you told the police
you never spoke to him.

I didn't.
But he kept calling,

leaving messages,
asking to see me.

Were you two...

We'd had a brief,
foolish fling.

I only went there to convince
him that it was over.

What are you doing?

Do you want to spend
the rest of your life in jail?

It was my fault.
I pushed her and...

Shh.

We're going to sort this.

I'll get rid of the body,
and then you need
to disappear.

Disappear?

Go abroad.
As far away as possible.

For how long?

Jerry, you're a murderer.
You can never come back.

And you knew
he hadn't killed her.

It was the perfect opportunity
to get rid of him, wasn't it?

So, he didn't spill the beans,
destroy your marriage.

What happened next?

Jerry went on the run.

He said he'd go to Kenya.
He had friends there.

I persuaded him
to leave his winnings,

said it would look
more suspicious
if the money was gone.

I waited for Helen
to come 'round,

and then I made her a deal.

Who are you?

I'm here to help you. In fact,
I'm going to make you rich.

I wasn't
just thinking of me.

The state Jerry was in
back then,

sooner or later he was
going to push his luck
too far.

Better he start
a new life away from
all these temptations.

As for the woman,
well, she was
a drug-addled prostitute

scared witless by the gang
who controlled her.

I used some of Jerry's money
to offer her an escape.

So, when Helen resurfaced,
you were worried

she was
gonna tell the truth,
so you killed her.

No! I didn't kill her
and neither did Oliver.

Is this the gratitude I get?

Why should I be grateful
to you?

You ruined my life!

Tell the authorities,
and we will both
end up in prison.

You think this is funny?

You made my life
a prison for 20 years.

Nobody will believe you.

My lawyers
will make sure of that.

They'll say
you killed Jerry yourself
and stole the money.

- Is that what this is about?

Money? I can get more.

Get out.

Get out!

Tell a soul
and you'll regret it.

When I left,
Helen was still alive.

Bang goes your solid case.

My gut says
she's telling the truth.

Well, my gut says she's lying,
trying to cover
for her husband.

- And let's face it,
my gut's bigger than yours.
- True.

Hey, you're not
supposed to agree.

Maybe they're both involved.

Well, we'll take fingerprints
from anyone who had
access to the medicine

and compare them
to the ones we found
at Helen Boyd's place.

In the meantime,
I'll take a formal statement
from Antonia,

see if her story stacks up.

- Catch you later.
- Yeah.

The only prints found
in Helen Boyd's place
were her own.

Antonia still insists she was
the one driving the car

and she hasn't seen Jerry
since the night on the yacht.

What's Oliver saying?

Well, on the advice
of his solicitor,

he's now not saying
anything at all,

so I don't know how
we're going to prove it
one way or the other.

There must be
something in here.

- What's this?
- Hmm?

Oh, that's nothing.

Just a receipt the lads found
in the medicine cabinet.

I think they took
my "bag it all up" thing
a bit too literally.

Have you got
the PM results yet?

Yes. Helen was
actually really ill.

She had
advanced lung cancer,
metastasized to her brain,

so she wouldn't
have had long.

- Would she have known?
- Probably.

I'm guessing
that's why she came clean.

Didn't want to take her secret
to the grave.

Come on.

Why? Where are we going?

There's something
I want to catch on telly.

Freeze it there
and zoom in.

That's no good.

- Okay, go forward.

We've been through this
100 times already.

Just humour me.

Stop there.

That looks like
Peggy's car.

I heard Mrs Foxby
sneak out of the house.

After that coroner's visit,
I knew something was up,

something to do with Jerry,
so I followed her.

It took me ages
to summon up the nerve.

By the time I knocked,
that poor woman

was already on the floor

with a syringe
lying next to her.

I imagined she must have
overdosed.

So I took
the syringe back home

and I hid it
in His Lordship's car.

Why?

Because this proves
that they were behind

what happened to Jerry!

Well, not necessarily.

Antonia says
Oliver had nothing to do

with what happened to Jerry,
so why frame him
and not her?

He must've known!

So, what did you do
with the gloves?

We found fingerprints
on the syringe,
but they weren't yours.

I... I threw them away
in that woman's bin.

Right. So you drove back
to the house
to plant the evidence

and then back to
Helen Boyd's place

to get rid of the gloves,
is that right?

No. No, I...
I don't remember.

Look, I've already
told you I did it,

so can we just
get this over with?

It's not as easy
as that, I'm afraid.

Well, I'm not going to
pretend I'm sorry,

if that's what you want.

Imagine what
it's done to Jerry,

all these years,
thinking he's a murderer.

All these years?
So, Jerry's still alive?

I don't know.

Interview suspended at 14:30.

Thanks, Peggy.

Clint, it's me.
Those old files I gave you,

were there any fingerprints
in them?

Can you scan them
and send them over to me

as soon as you can?
Thanks.

Looks like
we're just in time.

St Christopher.

Seems appropriate.

Yeah.

Hello, Jerry.

You leaving us
again already?

I don't understand.

Oh, I think you do.

How did you know?

A chemist's receipt.

You're the only one here
with black hair,

and you don't look like
the sort of person

to worry about
a few grey hairs.

Not unless
you're hiding something.

And your natural hair colour
is the bright "Foxby" red.

Quite a leap.

We checked your fingerprints
against the original
police files.

Ah.

Peggy's covering for you,
isn't she?

She never went anywhere
near Helen Boyd's place.

In my defence,
it was her idea.

When our plan to stitch up
Oliver went south,

she wanted to
buy me time to get away.
Soppy old thing.

So, convinced
you were a murderer,
you fled the country,

changed your appearance,
waited for the dust to settle,

and then returned.

Until one day,
you discovered you didn't
kill Helen after all.

All those years,
hiding away for nothing.

You wanted revenge,
so you killed Helen

and you framed Oliver,

all because
Antonia had lied to you.

Nearly.

I never intended
to come back.

A few years ago,
I was involved

in a nasty car accident,
needed facial surgery.

During those weeks
in the hospital,
it occurred to me

that I no longer cared
whether or not I was caught.

I'd spent so many years
hating myself
for what I'd done

or what I thought I'd done.

I couldn't believe
how different I looked.

And soon after,
I read in the papers

that my mother
was seriously ill.

- Dying, in fact.
- You wanted to say goodbye?

Just to see her one last time,
be nearby when it happened.

Then I'd hand myself in.
When I showed up,

Peggy was the only one
who recognised me.

She passed me off
as her nephew
and got me the job

so that I had an excuse
to stick around.

Your family didn't
realise who you were?

Just another servant,
not even worthy
of their gaze.

Anyway, Mother clung on
for years.

She always was
a tough old bird.

When she finally died,
I couldn't quite

bring myself to come clean.

I guess I'd got used to
a simpler life.

So, why did you kill Helen?

Because of her role
in Antonia's deception?

No, no, no, no. I killed Helen
because she wanted me to.

Peggy told me what you said,
that Helen might still
be alive.

I wanted to see for myself.

So, that night, I followed
Antonia in Peggy's car

and waited until she left.

Helen.

It's really you, isn't it?

All right.
All right, sit. Sit.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- No.

- You're sick!
- Please.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Jerry's.

There's something
I need you to do.

Helen begged me for help.

So, I made her comfortable,

then I went back to the house
to get the morphine.

This was a woman
you barely knew

and yet
you helped her to die?

She was in so much pain.

She was threatening to
throw herself off the cliff.

I couldn't just walk away,
especially not after seeing

what my mother went through.

Anyway, it has
a certain pleasing irony.

I spent two decades feeling
guilty for killing Helen,

and now that
I've finally done it,
I feel no guilt at all.

So, why did you
frame Oliver?

I watched him
strut around for years,

telling everyone that I'd
killed Helen in cold blood.

My own brother!
I decided it was his turn

to be called a murderer,
for a while, at least,

and then I'd come clean.

I thought perhaps I'd find
a tropical beach somewhere

and write it all down.
Call it my memoirs.

Well, why don't we
go down to the station

and you can write it
all down there instead?

Yeah...

You're right.

Might I at least
finish up here,
get dressed?

Yeah. Can I?

Okay, then. On you go.

Thank you.

- Congratulations.

The copper who finally
caught Jerry Foxby.

Yeah. With a little help
from his friend.

You might
even get a medal.

Well, I'd settle
for a pay raise.

I'll buy you a drink.

Yeah?
You feeling all right?

Yeah, we'll celebrate.

All right, then.

You all right in there, Jerry?

Jerry?

Jerry?

What the hell?

Jerry!

- You let Oliver go?
- Yeah, all three of them.

I think Peggy and Antonia
might still face charges,
though.

Do you think
they'll catch Jerry?

Well, we've circulated
a recent photo,
alerted Border Force,

but I can't say
I'm overly optimistic, no.

Bang goes my place in the
history books, doesn't it?

Sorry.
Maybe it's for the best.

How do you work that out?

Well, I can't condone
what he did, but...

He spent years
punishing himself
for a crime he didn't commit.

And anyway, if we finally
found Jerry Foxby,

- what would Mick's punters
have to argue about?
- That's very true.

Yeah, you might
have a point there.

To Davey Higgins,
the copper who let
Jerry Foxby get away.

- Davey boy.
- Cheers.

Cheers, very kind.

Bit below the belt.
Very kind.