All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley Mysteries - S02E03 - In the Presence of the Enemy.eng

Eve, it's suicidal
pushing this through.

You have no support.
You'll destroy your career.

The Asylum Centre poses no threat
to your constituents or anybody else.

A few families maybe.

But 3,000 people?
There's no way it can happen!

Since when did you start
making speeches for the Opposition?

Home Office.
Can I ask who's calling?

One moment, please.

It's Dennis Luxford.

He must want more
on the asylum story.

Publish what you like.

I've issued my statement
and will make no further comment.

Helen Clyde.

Dennis.

How's the heady world of newspapers?

I er... I need your help.

Helen, I don't know what to do.

As long as there is the smallest
danger to her, tell the police.

On the tape, Charlotte says
he'll hurt her if we do.

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

Kidnappers always threaten damage.

The police are experienced at this.

This is not a normal kidnapping.
He doesn't want money.

Look,

he's given us three days, right?

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

Who knows that Charlotte
is your daughter?

Nobody. I agreed from the start.

That's the point.
I was pretty surprised.

You and a radical left-winger.
"Surprised?" Or horrified?

Surprised.
But I can't speak for your readers.

Are you prepared
to publish the story?

Whatever it takes to get her back.

Eve.

Thank God.

Where is Charlotte?
Who the hell is this?

This is Helen Clyde, a profiler.
Works for the Met.

We agreed, no police.
She's a friend.

She's going to help us privately.

This is a trap, isn't it?
You set it up to ruin me.

What?
It won't work. Give her back to me.

Why would Dennis
kidnap your daughter?

Have you seen the papers?
They've been after me for weeks.

If this love-child story breaks,
me consorting with the enemy,
I can see the papers.

I'd be levered out of the party.

He could publish
the story any time.

You have got to go to the police.

What if she's killed?

You find her

and bring her back to me, please.

I'll work on it overnight.

But you go to the police
in the morning.

It was handwritten, so no ink check.

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

They knew what to avoid.

Yeah. Thanks for your help.

OK.

Since I'm taking my life in my
hands and may not survive dinner,

why not have real coffee
in the morning?

I'm so sorry, Tommy.

Normally, the chef would apologise
after the meal, not before.

I meant to call.
I didn't realise it was late.

Good news. You're not cooking.
I can't.

I know but you can experiment on me.
I don't mean that.

I've got this case on and...

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

I'm sorry.

That's OK. I'll cook
and you can tell me about it.

We've done it before.

That would be great, my love,

but I have to power through
on my own.

Try me. I might grasp it.

I just can't.

OK.

Well, you'd better get on.

We'll talk tomorrow.
Thanks.

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

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

It's OK, Mummy.

No, it's not OK, darling.

It's not your decision to make!

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

We won't discuss this any more.
He goes to Barristoke.

I'll die before he goes
to boarding school.

I know you think
all he needs is his mother.

He needs children his own age.

It's time he was more independent.
It's time you both were.

That's OK. I'll go.

Are you listening, Dennis?

..mixed-race parentage.

TV: Police believe the girl
is not local,

and appeal for anyone to come
forward who may have seen her

or can help identify her.

The incident
has shocked the community,

deep in the heart
of an affluent rural area.

The vicar of Wootton Cross expressed
the sadness of the whole community.

Police.

I'd like a number 14, please.

And what's your...

Yeah.

22. Thanks.

Lynley.

Right.

Where was the body found?

I'll be there.

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

Hey, it's me. Are you busy?

Hang on, Havers!

Oi, you little...

Don't sound so surprised.

I have got a life, you know.

It's the Nile.

That's the longest?

Are you sure? Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose
I can change my plans.

I'll be forgiven in the end.

OK, bye.

I'll take you home to your dad
and stop him sending you to school.

Hi.

Know what this is about?

Nope. Hot date?

Very. You?

Actually, no. She stood me up.

For work.

I was very understanding.

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

Are you ready to make a statement?

Our deepest sympathies.

Do you have any leads
as to the suspects?

Back off and leave us alone!

Eve Bowen is a government minister.
How could she be so stupid?

Why didn't she report
her daughter being kidnapped?

People don't think straight.
Emotions get in the way.

How long before forensics?

Tomorrow. Lunchtime at best.

Let's see what the ransom notes
tell us. Anything else?

Yeah. Get some sleep.

Yes, sir. I've never met
a government minister before.

It'll be tea with the queen next.

Right, er...good night, sir.

Good night, Havers.

Hi. Five-star dinner, I see.

You know me.

Only the best.

Good to see you.

News from elsewhere.

I'm not stalking you.
Hillier called me in on a case.

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

I can't guarantee sane.

You'll do.
This case Hillier's put me on...

I thought I'd heard everything.
I know what you mean.

Just when you think
nothing can surprise you,

bam, up pops another horrible facet
of humanity.

Quite.

Am I allowed to ask
how yours is going?

Oh.

You know. All right.

Actually, no, not very well at all.

But I'm glad we're still talking.

Does that mean you've forgiven me?

What for?

Helping me escape the fear
of having a meal cooked by you?

Actually, come to think of it,

you should be...

thanking me.

If you were in the public eye,

and you had a young daughter...
who went missing,

and then you received
a ransom note telling you
not to contact the police,

would you risk her life
by not reporting it?

And then hire some pseudo
private investigator

to go and find the kidnapper?

What kind of person would?
I don't know.

And now the girl is dead
and we mop up the mess. She's dead?

Helen, don't tell me.

I...I don't understand.

They said three days.
How could you?

Dennis has been my brother's
best friend since school.

One of the family.
I've known him all my life.

I've never seen him in such a state.

I had to do something!

They were terrified
and wouldn't go to the police.

There is no excuse!

I said I'd work on it overnight.

And you didn't tell me?
If you can't trust me,

what does that say about us?
It's not about us.

Are you hiding any other secrets?

Don't do this. Please don't.

So, find anything out?

It's almost certainly
an intimate of either his or Eve's.

With no demand for money,
it's obviously some kind of grudge.

This has taken you all night?

Both parents insist

nobody knew Dennis was Charlotte's
father. Not even Charlotte herself.

It's somebody who knew their secret.

Thanks for filling me in.

Tommy.

I er...

I don't trust anybody, Inspector.

I've learned the hard way.

There's no such thing as loyalty.

The kidnapping
would have been made public

and I was sure
that it was a trap set for me.

You must have been.

I was.

Do you think I would have risked
Charlotte's life for a minute?

It must be terrible for you.

I'm so sorry.

The press had been gunning for me
for weeks and I was exhausted.

And when the news came
about Charlotte,

I couldn't think straight.

I guess you must get out of the
habit of having personal feelings.

Being a politician.

Scotland Yard?

About time.

Are you OK?

Did you take a pill?

The doctor said it would help.

My husband, Alex Stone.

I've never taken tranquillisers.
I'm not starting now.

Come on. What do you need to know?
Let's get on with it.

We need to know Charlotte's
last movements

before she disappeared
on Monday afternoon.

Yes, um...

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

She left there at the usual time.

But she didn't...

Who took her to the lesson?

ALEX:
She went on her own.

She was a sensible girl.

It was all within
easy walking distance.

What time did you realise
she was missing? Dennis called me.

When I came home in the evening,
I found that awful note.

I wanted to go to the police,

but I only run a restaurant,
not the country.

And Eve was very clear about how
you lot are tight with the press.

ANSWER PHONE: Hi, it's John Evans
from the Post.

I was wondering if you'd decided
about that article.

They've half killed her, you know.

It's been a living hell!

Why can't they leave us alone?

I'm sorry.

We need to have the note.

And samples
of both your handwriting.

Yes.

One last thing.

Who else knew,
or could have found out,

Dennis Luxford was
Charlotte's biological father?

I knew.

"If you want to know
about Charlotte, ask her father."

Or her music teacher.
Or her stepfather.

Very edgy. We should make sure
he was at the restaurant.

He was close to Charlotte.
The question is, how close?

If it wasn't for your "important"
career and self-obsession,
Charlotte would be alive!

How can you say that?

She'd be OK, if you weren't an MP.

But I am! That is who I am!

- If we'd called the police...
- He said he'd kill her.

Dennis and I agreed
not to go to the police.

Is this the same Dennis
that never saw his daughter once?

- Alex, please.
- You're unbelievable!

DOOR SLAMS

Here. Sorry. I haven't got much room
and I don't entertain much.

That's fine.

I feel terrible.

Charlotte's a great girl.

So, do you know
what happened to her?

No. Look, she was my friend.

We had fun. I looked forward
to our lessons, actually.

You didn't do much music.
What else did you do? Talking.

Don't get me wrong.
We did the flute as well.

Though her parents
wouldn't have noticed.

Did she mind about that? I don't
think so. She adored them both.

She was really clever. She could
make me laugh more than anyone.

Did she talk about her friends?

She didn't have many.
There was Brita.

She waited for Charlotte sometimes.

Brita...? Do you have a surname?

What was she like?
She never came up.

A bit of a wild one.

Anything unusual about Monday? No.

Any odd activity in the street?
Did you see people hanging around?

I keep myself to myself.

I'd just like to have a look around.

I'd rather you didn't.

Well, I can get a search warrant.

It's just a mess everywhere.
I wouldn't worry.

However bad it is,
DS Havers has seen worse.

I won't be long.

Find anything interesting?
No, not really.

Though he had
lots of designer suits.

Excuse me.

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

There was an old guy
walking the street.

I thought he was looking in the bins,
but every time I looked,
he was still there.

Thanks. We'll send someone
to take your statement.

No problem.

Do you believe that?
No, not really.

Still, we'd better get an e-fit.

See if anyone else around here
knows him.

Homeless people
are usually quite territorial.

If he does exist,
he may have seen something.

We could use a witness on anything.

She left here,

if she left here,
at about four o'clock.

She'd have gone that way.

Whether she was heading to Alex's
or her mum's surgery.

If I wanted to keep an eye on
the street and not be noticed,

I might just start there.

A footprint, sir.

Boots, by the look of it.

They could be quite recent.

You're right, Havers. Look at this.

A clear view
of Damien Chambers' flat.

I think
we need to get SOCO over here.

Get the papers.
See if Eve Bowen was right

and they are out to get her.

Maybe Eve wasn't so paranoid
after all.

Pretty heartless
dragging her politics into this.

No wonder
she didn't have time to be a mum.

She's too busy
fighting for the underdogs.

That is tough competition for a kid.

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

Do you think she resented it?
Wouldn't you?

Don't forget to check out
the friend, Brita.

The success of politicians
clocks up a few enemies.

The asylum centre proposal
gets coverage in all of them.

This MP, Alistair Harvie...

I've got him.
Particularly vitriolic.

According to this, her proposal
threatens his political survival.

Eve's secret love child
would be a godsend to him.

How can you play God
with my daughter's life?

You're upset. It's understandable.

"Understandable?" You, my friend,
don't understand!

This is the great
Dennis Luxford's kingdom.

Careful or you'll get
in the gossip columns.

You make me sick!

All that pious crap
about family values?

You've ruined mine!

Mr Stone, that's enough.
Get off me!

Tell him to get off.
Are you all right, sir?

Get off!

Back to your work places.

ALEX:
I'm leaving!

I'm DI Lynley. We spoke earlier.

I've come for the ransom tape.

ALEX:
Get off me!

I bet this livened up
the office day.

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

Really? Not a popular bloke, then,
is your boss?

You don't get to the top
without making enemies.

It must be a buzz,
having all that power.

He strolls in here reeking of dinners
with the great and the good.

The chairman thinks the sun
shines out of his backside.

You been here long yourself?
20 years, man and boy.

What's this all about, then?

There's dirt
under his shiny fingernails?

Would you be surprised?

What do you think?

CHARLOTTE ON TAPE:
He says you know what story to tell.

It's dark here.

Even when it's light.

And there's birds.

And no-one else has touched this?

No.

What will you do with it?

Analysis may help pinpoint
the location.

Excuse me.

Why kill her
before I could possibly publish?

The ransom demand could be
a cover for something else.

A smoke screen of some sort.

We don't really have
any answers yet.

Anything's possible.

And we will need
a set of your prints,

and a sample of your handwriting.

How did they meet?
At a party conference.

Who else was at that conference?

Who noticed what went on
between them and didn't like it?

Who bears a grudge against them?
There's no shortage of grudges.

I found one in the office.

Luxford's deputy, Rodney Aronson.
He hates him.

Check him out, then.

I need to talk to Luxford at home.

See what really went on
between him and Eve.

I'll take a close look at Helen's
file. See what else there is.

Have you spoken to her since?

I want you to go to Buckinghamshire.
Kick 'em into life.

What? Just me?

The autopsy's not till tomorrow.

Still, should tell us something.

Get the incident room running.
I get to be in charge
of more than choosing sandwiches?

Do you think you can cope? Yeah.

See. Tea with us
isn't that terrible after all.

Maybe you could come home early
more often.

What do you think?

Yes, what is it?

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

I had a brief affair with Eve Bowen.
And I mean brief.

It lasted
the length of a conference.

She was a delegate.
I was a columnist.

Political differences
didn't keep you apart?

Look,

conferences are hotbeds
of sexual tension.

Call it the attraction of opposites.

When she got pregnant,
I offered to do the decent thing.

You asked her to marry you?

I offered to pay for a termination.

I was already seeing Fiona, my wife.
Not that I thought she'd be my wife.

Too beautiful. Too young.

Sorry. Leo just wanted to say
goodbye. He's off to art class.

Goodbye, Daddy.
See you later. Be good.

Who are the newspapers
savaging tomorrow?

Fiona!

It's all right.

I know my place.

Eve made it clear
she intended to keep the baby.

She wanted me to have
no contact at all. And have you?

No. I've only seen her
in the happy family photos
released by the Labour Party.

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

Eve's never been near it.

Blood money, she'd call it.

It sounds ridiculous,
but the fact of it
has always made me feel better.

Rather like the medieval Church
letting people buy redemption.

An indulgence.

Something like that.

Who else knew
that you were Charlotte's father?

Absolutely nobody.
How about your wife?

Especially not my wife.

Helen.

Helen.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Can I get you anything?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been
so hard on you.

I know you're feeling
terrible about it.

Don't give me
"I'm the nicest bloke in the world".

It's more than I can bear.
It wasn't your fault.

I appreciate you coming over.
Thanks for the effort, but...

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

Right.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Sorry about everything.

DOOR BELL RINGS

Police!

Don't move!

I said, "Don't move!"

My ID, in my pocket.
Yeah, right? Police.

What? Can I get up?

What the hell were you doing?
Seeing whose car it was.

You stay down!

Now turn around slowly.

Did you hear what I said?

I'm Detective Constable Robin Payne.
You're standing on my hand.

Sorry.

It explains why you're in the Met
and I'm not.

How long have you been there?
About six years.

You don't look old enough.
I only made DC nine months ago.
I was in computers before.

Nine months? So, this is
pretty much your first case?

First murder, for sure.
It's not murder yet.

Suspicious death.
Right, yes. Sorry.

Sergeant Stanley's put out
that you've been sent to head things.

Well, let's just get started, then.

Any clothing with the body?
Not a stitch.

She wore a school uniform
and had a flute.

Prior to her death,
she was near heavy machinery.

How's that?

There's grease
embedded under her fingernails.

She might have been held on a farm.

Sergeant Stanley thinks so.

You don't agree? Not really, sir.
Sorry. Ma'am.

Guv.

"Barbara" will do. Right.

We've got...

sewage works, we've got reservoir
pumps, corn mills, sawmills.

You think the sergeant
has rushed to conclusions. Maybe.

OK. Thanks.

I'll bear it in mind. Anything
else? If not, I'll get to my digs.

Ah. Your digs.

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

It doesn't look like
an old folks' home.

No, it's mine. Yours?

Don't get me wrong.
It's not just mine.

It's my mum's.
It's a proper bed and breakfast.

There's no real hotel in
Wootton Cross, but if you mind...

No.

Here's fine.

I said to Sam, it's shocking
the hours they make you keep.

What happened?
It's OK.

ROBIN:
It's nothing.

Mum, this is
Detective Sergeant Havers.

A woman.

Nice to meet you.
Don't bother yourself, Mum.

I'll see her up to her room.

Welcome to Lark's Haven, Miss Havers.
It is "Miss", is it?

Mum. It's all right. ..Yeah.

But, actually, I prefer "sergeant".

Hi.

Everything all right?

Er... It's lovely.

Thanks.
I can't stand it myself.

Mum's just finished redecorating
with Sam her fiance, God help us.

You don't like him? He's OK,
as far as he goes. Which isn't very.

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

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

She's asthmatic.

Fragile.

That's why I've stayed at home.

She never had anyone else.

I know how it looks.

All very Norman Bates.
No, I understand.

It's a huge responsibility
having a sick parent.

Anyway, er...thanks.

Oh, and I hope your er...

heals OK.

Remind me
not to upset you in the future.

PHONE RINGS

Lynley.

Helen.

You can't sneak out on me.

No?

Well, it's your flat.

Ah, yes.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Pretty intense "nothing".

Do you think
this makes it all better?

No.

But it helps.

Then why do I feel so sad?

POLICEMAN:
Morning, sir.

I guess whoever it was wasn't
interested in us finding his prints.

They were wearing gloves.

Bag it.

Anything else?

Oh, yeah. This.

Is this from
the music teacher's description?

It's not much to go on.

I want it seen by everyone,
businesses and residents,

between Bowen's house
and Chambers' flat.

Officer.

That man with Chambers?

Look familiar?

I dunno.

Maybe.

Big politician. Find out who it is.

See if there's any connection at all
between him and Luxford or Bowen.

Yes, sir.

Why aren't we doing follow-ups?
Because we're not.

It's a dream.
We couldn't have invented it better.

Someone will find who the father is
and it'll be the story of the year.

It won't be us,
because in your wisdom,

we haven't got a single person on it.
Get out!

Washer-woman change
to feet and hands.

A healing abrasion on the left knee.
No obvious sign of trauma.

Sorry.

That's all right.
You gave me a fright.

I'm stalking you, ma'am.

The pathologist might have something.

Oh, decided to join us?
London's waiting to hear from me.

So, if you don't mind.
No sign of foam in the airways.

Or petechial haemorrhages.
No diatoms in the bone marrow.

She didn't have an active
circulation when she went
into the water.

She didn't drown.

So, how did she die?
There's no sign of trauma.

Suffocation?
Could he have smothered her?

Nothing to indicate asphyxia.
No injury to the mouth.

Drugs then?
That's what toxicology's for.

Fast-track the results, then.

We're checking
every farm outbuilding

and any industrial outlets
with heavy machinery.

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

Any joy with Alistair Harvie?

Just a second, sir.

Sorry to interrupt,
and it may not be of any use,

but he's the local MP, right?

The canal runs through his farmland.
Did you get that, sir?

Yeah, that's DC Payne.

Yeah, he's been very helpful, yeah.

That gives Alistair Harvie
opportunity and motive.

And possibly access to Eve's secret.

Yeah. I'll follow it up this end.

OK. Bye.

Would you mind taking me
through the current thinking?

Er...OK.

At first we were checking the
background on the music teacher.

His story on the homeless man
in the street.

Moved on by an officer?
According to a shopkeeper.

He's worth finding.
He might have seen something.

There's Luxford's deputy,
Rodney Aronson. He's clever.

And very resentful.
You think he's capable of...

Yeah, maybe.
There's the mum and stepfather.

We hope to get more
out of Alex Stone.

Family members are often the thing.
Yeah.

At a push,
even Luxford's wife has a motive.

She might have found out
about Charlotte.

Thanks for this, Barbara.
This is such an opportunity for me.

Alistair Harvie.

DI Lynley. Could I have a word?

Absolutely not.

It's about the death
of Eve Bowen's daughter.

It's hardly convenient.

Her body was found in a canal on
your property in Buckinghamshire.

Obviously, what's happened to her
is a tragedy.

But?

But it's no secret I don't like her
brand of bleeding-heart politics.

You made some poisonous comments.

I object to her turning lost causes
into career opportunities.

Like her plans for
a new asylum centre. Damn right.

It's in the middle
of my constituency.

You might lose your small majority
at the election.

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

But I love my constituency.

It's not just
a political demarcation to me.

It's my home.
I grew up and went to school there.

Own land there.

What's your point?

Were you at the conference
ten years ago?

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

Hello!

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

Posh schooling, posh life.

It's quiet, isn't it?

They're pecking at me.

Give me gang warfare any time.

Come on. I've got stuff to do later.

Inspector,
any new information?

Try and get a shot,
Charlie.

Any fresh leads, sir?

I wanted your husband.
They told me at the restaurant
he wouldn't be in.

That's hardly surprising.

No. Alex is in the kitchen.
I'm upstairs in the office.

We don't seem to be able to...
We're both used to being so busy.

I can imagine.

I don't suppose relationships are
compatible with your job, either.

What can I do?

I can work. What else is there?

Alex.

Mr Stone, I need to know more
about Charlotte's friends.

Well, she never had very many.

That's not true.

They were hard to keep track of.

You know how it is, one day on,
the next day off.

Keep track? Can you even name one?

OK. So, I wasn't there every day
when she came home

and maybe I didn't know about
every tiny detail of her life

but she understood why
and she wouldn't have wanted it
any other way.

And what makes you so sure?

She told me, Alex. She told me.

She knew that I loved her.

I loved her and she understood
that we have a responsibility
beyond ourselves.

She felt it as strongly as I do.

- Those who have a voice...
- Owe it to those who have not.

There was a girl called Brita.

I hope you haven't
been looking for her.

If this is the best the Met can do,
then you haven't a hope
of finding the killer.

Brita was Lottie's imaginary friend.

She doesn't exist.

Excuse me.

You know what attracted me to Eve?
This will make you laugh.

Her self-control.

Was Charlotte a complication?

A complication!

She was the big bonus.

You have no children of your own.

It just didn't happen.
Our careers took off and...

Look...

I'm proud of bringing Charlotte up.

I loved her to bits.

Let's hope you're onto something
with Harvie.
The music teacher's clean.

We can't connect Eve or Dennis
to him or his boyfriend.

That's who the other man was.

The nervousness? Protection.

His boyfriend runs some big fund
in the city.

Got to go.

Any connection with
Buckinghamshire? In what way?

Personal or professional?

A story you may have written
that upset someone?

Well, I did go to school there.
Barristoke.

I'm all over the place.
Leo and Fiona should be home.

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

PHONE RINGS

Luxford. Leo, where are you?

Just tell me where you...

Are you all right?

God damn it, Leo, I...

Mr Luxford?

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

then he'll let me go."

I'm so glad you're here.
I can't find Leo.

What is it? What's going on?

I need an observation team,
a complete search of the area
and technical surveillance.

Sorry, sir.

If I'd have found the kidnapper,
this would never have happened.

I'm sorry. We've all messed up.

Oh, I got you a tea. I don't know
how warm it is, but it's wet.

Thank you. So,
what have we got, then?

They fast-tracked the toxicology.

She was drugged,
riddled with diazepam.

Valium?

So, whoever killed Charlotte
has got Leo.

Leo's being taken
means Luxford is the target.

What I don't understand is, why
was she killed before the deadline,

before he could publish the story?
Maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe he didn't mean to kill her
so soon and he's taken Leo
as a back-up plan.

It's entirely possible.

I've got someone on Luxford's
deputy, checking his alibi.

What about Luxford's wife?
I think we can rule her out.

We should go to Barristoke School.
It's Luxford's only connection.

What about Alistair Harvie?
Where are we with that?

MOBILE RINGS
Hello?

Yeah. Be right there. Wootton Cross.
They've got someone. I'll follow.

Howard Short, a mechanic,
had Charlotte's uniform.

DC Payne. DS Stanley's on his way.
DI Lynley.

Are you the arresting officer?
No, I didn't get back till now.

Anything else? Classic.
A loner. Not too bright.

Works from a lock-up.
The important thing is,

the grease from the garage
matches that under her nails.

Do yourself a favour.
Tell us what you did with her.

I didn't do anything.

I'm not a patient man, Howard,
but we'll talk to everyone
and find out everything.

Why did you take her?

I didn't.

Did you keep her in the garage?
What have you got against Luxford?

Why did you kill Charlotte
before we could publish?

I never seen her. I saw it on telly
but I never seen her.

I only got her uniform.
Is that the best you can do?

Talk to us, Howard. It will
be better for you if you do.

You don't want
two dead kids on your hands.

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

Sergeant.

He's messing us around.
Just a few minutes, please, sir.

DS Havers is concerned for you.

Personally, I only care
about finding the boy.

I thought it was a girl.

OK.

OK, Howard.

Tell us where you got the uniform.

At the jumble stall.
I've been trying to tell them.

I'm listening.

Church fete. They were selling bags
of rags, £1.50 each.

Who was?

Celia. Celia Matheson.

Well, I don't think it was him.
Me, neither.

He's not exactly well-connected
in the media world.

This Celia from the rag stall,
she works in the high street.

We could find her. At 7.30?
Nothing's open.

What if he's hidden nearby?

Right behind one of these doors.

You look at all this and...

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

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

We will.

You need some sleep.

It's been a long night.
No, thanks, I'm all right.

Where to?

Barristoke School will be open.
How close is it?

Well, back on home ground, sir.

Forrester!
See me in my office after assembly.

KNOCKING

I'm not dealing with anything
till 9.00! Sorry to interrupt.

I wonder if you could help us.
You're too early, the tour

for parents starts at 9.30.
Come back in an hour.

I'm DI Lynley, this is DS Havers.
We are...

I'm getting her a cup of tea.

You look like you could do with one.
Don't they stretch to a cuppa
in the force?

She's all yours. I'm going
to look round the grounds.

I've seen them come and go
over the years.

All you can be sure of is, you can
never tell who'll come out on top.

Not so different
from the real world.

I think it is. This lot
has everything on a plate.

Do you want a biscuit?
Er... No thanks.

Course, that doesn't stop them
behaving like animals. Far from it.

The scandals we've had here,
Barbara.

They'd fill a few newspapers.

We're here about
that little girl in the canal.

Oh, yes. Poor lamb. Yeah.

She was the daughter of one of
your old boys. Dennis Luxford.

He was here over 30 years ago.
I know him.

He was here a month ago.
Did the tour for his son.

KNOCKING

Well, um... Thank you very much.
You've been most helpful.

And a nice cup of tea, too.

Talking of scandals,
one of the biggest was
while he was at the school, Luxford.

A group of lads were caught enjoying
the company of a local girl

for a couple of quid a throw.

I thought I'd never get out.

Get the POLSA team
as a matter of priority.

These grounds are full
of possible hiding places.

Ah, here we are.

Look.

Dennis Luxford.
He hasn't changed much.

Look who's next to him.
Alistair Harvie.

Exactly how well do Luxford
and Harvie know each other?

I have to go to London to find out.

Get out there and talk to people
about that rag stall.

Robbie, at last.

Oh, it's you.

Keeping Robbie out
is not good for him.

I don't think...
This is Celia, Robin's fiancee.

I'm Barbara Havers.

Right.

Barbara, I think I've found
something. Hi, Mum, Celia.

Coming? Yeah.

Look.

There.

I drove around all night. I was
thinking where I'd stash someone,

and then I saw it.

I think someone's been here recently.

A kid's pencil.

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

He was kind enough,
but I'm a liability.

They'll keep me for a while,
so's not to look callous.

But they'll announce
my being dropped from the Cabinet
after the conference.

It's all over for me.

They're for Charlotte.

For the funeral.

Dungarees were her favourites.

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

She was easy to love, Eve,
and she was there.

Anyway,

who else would have helped her
with her homework?

It's definitely the windmill
from the photograph.

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

There's no sign of Leo.

Oh!

Sorry, sir. Yeah,
SOCO are on their way.

Inspector, the substance
from the squat has been identified
as Valium. Valium?

Here's a report. Also, the man
from the e-fit has been questioned.

So, Chambers' story checks out.
The bloke WAS in the street.

It's a regular spot of his.
He noticed nothing unusual.

But he's so out of it
he wouldn't notice Armageddon.

There's no report of him being
moved on. That's a bit odd.

Why would the policeman
have not reported it?

Find out who it is.
I want to talk to him.

Mr Aronson. Bringing comfort?

Papers for Mr Luxford to sign.
The news stops for no man,
or child, come to that.

Thoughtful of you to bring it.

Well, you've got to, haven't you?
It's a terrible thing.

Tell me, how does a newspaper
function without its editor?

An interim editor takes over.

That wouldn't be you, would it?

As a matter of fact, it would.

Please, go and get some rest. Keep
your strength up for both of us.

Leo will be released
straightaway?

Now the story's been published.

Darling, you'll only
be upstairs. Please.

This is destroying her.
How did she react to Charlotte
being your daughter?

It was a blow, obviously,

the idea that
I'd kept secrets from her.

I just hope
she'll forgive me in time.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Leo, are you all right?

What? I don't understand.

I did publish the story,
on the front page.

Get a trace? No,
it's probably a mobile.

Unregistered, I'm sure.
Get a lock on a transmitter.

I heard the phone ring. Is he
all right? It was in the paper!

Sure there isn't some detail you
overlooked? As sure as I can be.

Then it can't be the right story.

Recognise him? Howard?
I was at school with him.

You ran the rag stall at the jumble
sale. Did you see him there?

Yes, he came with his gran.
He always does. Did he buy
or bring anything?

No idea. Stuff arrives from all over,
mostly bagged up.

I can't keep track of where each bag
came from. Was he hanging around?

Howard may be a misfit,
but he's not a murderer.

You know, I wondered about it
at first, but I've worked it out.

What? When Robin came back,
I couldn't work out why things
were different between us.

We were everything to each other.
Then all of a sudden
we were nothing.

CID's tough. Don't take it
to heart if he's preoccupied.
It goes with the job.

When you turned up, that's when
things started, isn't it?

Things?

You think that Rob and I...

Forget it, Celia, there is nothing
between me and Robbie.

He didn't notice me at first.
He was busy working.
Looking after Corinne.

But I waited.

And then he saw me.

You've got it wrong. But I'm sorry,

I haven't time for this.
I want to make you understand.

I don't want to lose him now.

The story in the papers
wasn't what the kidnapper wanted.

There's another story.

He said I'd got it wrong.

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

I don't know what he means.
The story about your first-born.

That's what you wrote.

What else can I do?

I'm so sorry, Dennis.

Yes.

Me, too.

Charlotte wasn't the first-born
at all. There's another child.

No. Impossible.

You have another child.
That is the explanation.

Someone knows who it is.

I know what's going on, Barbara.

I'm not stupid. I know exactly what
you're getting up to with Robin.

You've got it wrong,
whatever Celia thinks.

She thinks you're stealing him
but I'm not going to let you.

I am sorry you're upset.
I only came back for my things.

It's not a good idea that I stay.

If you think that by moving out...

SHE WHEEZES
Mrs Payne?

Mrs Payne, are you all right?
Have you got an inhaler?

The kitchen.

Mum!

How long has she been like this?
It just happened.

It's all right, Mum, I'm here now.

No trace of the policeman

who cleared the vagrant.
Someone dressed up?
One from a different beat?

Then why would he be in uniform?
I don't know!

But every question is worth asking
or we'll have another dead child.

What are you waiting for?

You look tired.

You're on your way out.

Yeah. Look, I won't keep you.

Can I ask you to let me know
if you get any news? OK?

Helen.

Can we talk?

I'll just be a minute. Bear with me.

Don't, Helen.

Even if you'd done everything
by the book, Charlotte still
wouldn't have survived.

She was dead
before you even started.

What is it?

Look at that writing.

I'm right, aren't I?

So...

who would have written
on the back of the photo?

Whoever's on the case locally.
Normally the DC...

Payne.

Robin Payne.

What are you doing?

Oh, I couldn't find her inhaler.

It's OK, I'll do that.

How is she? These attacks
take it out of her.

I've given her pills.
She'll be fine. What brought it on?

Well, she was upset when I came in.

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

She thinks something's going on
between you and me.

Ridiculous, I know, but...

I think it's best if I clear out.

You can't go.

It's not ridiculous.

Robin, it's...

It's your boss.

Hello?

Yes, sir, I'm fine.

Of course, but...

I see.

Well, that is news, isn't it?

Have you checked every angle?

OK.

Yep.

Yeah, of course. That's fine.

Yeah, will do. Bye.

Got something?

Yeah, they think so, anyway.

What about your mum?

She'll be out for hours.
Those pills really do the trick.

Look, can we just um...

..slow things down a bit?
I haven't slept in two days.

Yeah, of course.
Take a couple of Mum's pills.

You'll sleep like a log.

Sergeant Havers is there.
I'm on my way. Get the local force.

I want some back-up out there.

There you go.

This will sort you out.

Sweet dreams.

You're telling me they're how far
away? I don't want any excuses.

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

Barbara.

Barbara?

Are you asleep?

I still can't get through to her.

No answer, sir. How long
have you tried? Since we got here.

Stand back.

Hello. Hello.

Helen.

Valium. Mrs Payne,
we need to talk to you.

Where's your son, Mrs Payne?
Robbie's so good to me.

♪ My little man... ♪

Mrs Payne!

She's completely out of it.
I'll look around.

You look in there.

Mrs Payne.

Mrs Payne, who is this?

Is this Robin's father?

Tell me. A boy's life is at stake.

I don't know.

It could be.

I was very popular.

The boys liked me a lot,

especially the posh boys.

Then I got pregnant with Robbie.

Then he kept asking me,
"Who's my dad?"

Never stopped asking me.

I thought it was very nice
for Robbie to think his dad
was someone really big.

Someone successful.

Will you stay with her?
Yeah. Where are you going?

I can't just sit and wait.

I want every man
out there searching.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to. I don't like it.

Come on, be a good boy.

Barbara! Drop it,
Robin. Leave him alone.

Run, Leo! RUN!

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

Argh!

It was easy taking her.

Both of them. If they can't trust
a copper, who can they trust?

Why are you doing this?

He never gave my mum anything.
Not anything!

What kind of a man abandons
a young girl and her baby?

He's not fit to be a father!

Who the hell does he think he is?

So much better than everyone else!

But why Charlotte?
She never did anything to you.

I only gave her Valium to keep
her calm, to make her less scared.

I didn't mean to kill her.

Luxford couldn't acknowledge you.

He didn't know about you,
that's why.

Is that what he told you?
Of course he knew.

My mum and he were together.
She told me.

Why should that kid get everything?
Why should he?

Robbie, listen to me.
You were such a nice guy.

You had everything going for you.

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

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

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

It's such a waste.

You liked me, didn't you?

Yeah.

I did.

And you do understand, don't you?

No, I don't.

Urgh!

Run, Leo, run!

I used all my spare time
going to London.

It wasn't difficult
finding stuff out.

I knew everything about him
from the Net.
I hacked into his accounts.

Saw the money go to the little girl.

Why should she get all that
and me and my mum get nothing?

You wanted your daddy to show you
that he loved you.

Is that why Charlotte Bowen died?

Luxford's got a big showy life.
In your face, all the time.

It was weird when I first saw him.

I waited for him at work
and followed him.

That's my dad, I thought.

If you were so keen to find him,
why not just introduce yourself?

I don't know.
At first I thought I would.

Then I saw how he lived.

His house, his car.

His life.

And then I didn't want to meet him.

I wanted him to be sorry for how
he treated us, me and my mum.

Charlotte. How did you find her?

I got myself a little fiancee.

Have you got one?

If you're so clever,
find out for yourself.

She works in a bank, mine.

Handy, that.

All those computers.

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

She even tried to tell me
Luxford didn't know I existed.

She was right.

He didn't.

In fact, according to your mum,

he was one of any number of men
who could've been your father.

Alex! Alex.

Sure you don't want the doctor?
You did good today.

It really will be
tea with the Queen next.

If it's all the same, I'd
rather not. She'll be disappointed.

I've got friends of my own.

The interrupted date?

Oh, yeah.

His mother will never understand
how dangerous
that lie about Luxford was.

It's not easy,
facing up to your mistakes.

Helen, you do know you're not
responsible for what happened.

Charlotte might have been found
in time.

If I'd been in your position...

I don't know what I'd have done.
The right thing.

Why do you say that?
I can't win.

It's not a competition. I know that.

What are we doing, Tommy?

One minute I think I understand
what's going on... I've been clear
from the beginning.

Of course YOU have.
Stupid me doesn't get it.

It's obvious. Not to me!

Life would be a lot simpler
if you just let it happen.

Look, Helen, you worry too much.

You can't second-guess life.
You just have to live it.

I know that! Then why don't you?

Loving you makes me happier
than I've ever been.

It's not about loving each other.
I know we do.

I'm terrified of finding it.

Believing in it,
and losing it again.

There are no guarantees.

Just stay as close as you can
to what makes you happy.

But it's so painful, Tommy,

being so close.

Then let's just get closer.

What are you doing this weekend?
I...I don't know.

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

What do you think?

Life without you seems pointless.

You don't have to say anything
straightaway. If you're not free,

what about next weekend?

DOOR OPENS

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