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William?

Roberta?

Dear God!

I'm sorry, ma'am. Wait.

Where's William? Bobby, what's happened?

Olivia, I'm so sorry.

- DS Nies. - What's happened? Where's William?

I'm afraid.

Murdered, William's murdered.

Murder?

- He can't have, I mean... - I am sorry.

No. no. no

Roberta,

they told me.

- I can't believe it. - If you don't mind, sir.

Her clothes will need be examined by forensics.

What? Bobby? Bobby!

She hasn't said a word since Father Hart found her.

It's me, Richard.

Come on, lads, get her in the ambulance, please

Bobby! Bobby!

It's all right, Bobby.

You've always got me

Bobby!

It's the bride that's supposed to be late.

All right?

An important case has come up, we'd like to assign you to.

Great. Thank you, sir.

We'll save the briefing till your senior officer's here.

Who will I be working with?

Detective Inspector Lynley.

Lynley?

Is that a problem, Sergeant?

No, sir.

No problem.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God

and in the grace of this congregation, to join together this man.

We'll be in the Plough if you want to join us.

No, thanks. I've got plans.

She claims she's being deliberately excluded form all the good jobs.

She can hardly go running to a tribunal if she's working on a high profile case

with one of our top officers.

But aren't you creating more of a problem for yourself

risking a clash between Barbara Havers and Lynley?

Are we talking Lynley the Detective Inspector

or Lynley the eighth Earl of Asherton?

"The fast-tracked Oxford golden boy, arrogant, aristocratic ponce"

I remember being on of her phrases.

With a bit of luck she'll lose her rag and punch him.

She'd be out of the force with no comeback.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

- Excuse me. - I'm so sorry.

Not many people could have done what you did today.

Yes, well...

I suppose there was always a hope, Helen.

You didn't really think she wouldn't go through with it?

No.

Besides, what a waste of a speech. I spend hours on that.

I particularly liked the joke about the garden gnome

Bob Fowler, Custody Sergeant.

Let's make a pact.

Let's come here again in

raise a glass, and you'll think, "was that me?

Did I really feel like that?

Promise?

Have I ever lied to you?

Inspector Lynley?

Yes.

Havers. Sergeant Havers.

I'm here on police business.

Not today, surely?

Must be urgent or they wouldn't have sent the sergeant

I'll wait back inside.

You can say no.

Make my excuses for me, will you?

Tommy, you can't just leave without saying goodbye.

You might as well know now so you can be rehearsing your objections.

I'm on a case with you.

You must have done something to upset the boss.

Or maybe it's his idea of a joke.

Maybe he thought we make a good team.

You're not really leaving?

Work, sorry.

We're off ourselves soon.

Where?

I don't know, it's a surprise. Simon told me to pack my passport.

Hello, I'm Deborah St. James.

Oh, I'm sorry, Havers

Barbara Havers.

Running off, Tommy?

Well, it must be important. Webberly knows...

Yes, yes of course.

Well, thank you very much for everything.

- We're expected on the dance floor. - All right.

Where's your car, sir?

I didn't bring one. We'll have to go in yours.

You're not exactly dressed for it.

I'm sure you can let your standards slip for once.

An officer in the Yorkshire Police has been suspended on allegation of corruption.

At the same time, he and his team were beginning another murder investigation.

Where do we fit in?

The Deputy Chief Constable isn't sure how widespread the problem is

so for the purposes of public accountability

he wants an officer from another force to take over the murder case.

I'd like you to go.

What are we looking at?

Did you read about William Tey?

He was decapitutated.

Discovered by his 16-year-old daughter, who is now hospitalized in traumatic state.

Tey was killed last Saturday night in his barn.

The girl was found by a local priest the following day, sitting staring at her father.

Under the victim's body was the corpse of his dead sheepdog.

- Murder weapon? - Axe, wiped clean, no prints.

Is the daughter a suspect?

Not as far as the local officers are concerned. They're still waiting for forensics.

- Anyone else in the household? - No.

Decapitation, traumatized teenager, localized police corruption,

a good result if important...

for all of us.

We'd better get going.

Can I have a word, Inspector?

Havers, why don't you go home and pack?

I'll get your address off the duty roster and pick you up in a couple of hours.

Yes, sir

Yorkshire and Sergeant Havers?

Hillier thinks you're the best man for the job.

Then I'd better repay his confidence and find the killer.

You've got nothing to prove, Lynley.

I finally decided. Greece.

- Great. - Well, I was torn.

- Turkey or Greece? - Mum

I've got to go Yorkshire tonight.

That's nice.

Look, I'm gonna ask Mrs Stevens to come over and stay, okay?

Okay.

Mrs Stevens? Barbara Havers.

Look, I've got to go away... tonight.

Yeah, I'm sorry it's such short notice.

Yeah, I'll speak to Social Services first thing.

Mum, go to the toilet.

Well, I wouldn't ask, only it is an emergency.

Please?

Thank you. You have saved my life.

Okay. I'll leave the mother in the usual place.

Yeah, okay. Thanks. Goodbye.

Mum, go to the toilet.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lily Savege!

Ooh, That rotten stinking tune, I hate it.

I woke up this morning, that's all I could hear going through me head.

Smashed me head on the sink to try and get rid of it.

I'm Inspector Lynley. I've come to pick up Sergeant Havers.

Is Barbara in?

Mum!

I'll be out in a minute, sir.

Inspector Lynley and Sergeant Havers.

That's fine, sir.

We're looking at the SOCO footage.

There were no sign of a struggle, no bruises to the body.

Let's assume the murder of William Tey was premeditated.

So, we're looking at people who knew him and had a motive for killing him.

Start with the closest.

- Roberta. - 16 years old, badly traumatized.

She wiped the axe clean,

got rid of the weapon that killed the dog

then sat here through the night waiting to be caught? I don't buy it.

Maybe she was overcome with guilt.

- Okay, but why kill the dog? - To silence it.

Rubbish.

- Sorry, sir. - Carry on.

Well, she wouldn't have to silence it.

It's her dog, it would only bark at an intruder.

True.

But what if it realized she was hurting its master?

Yeah, but the dog has got to have died first.

Tey's body was collapsed over it.

Now, Tey was in pyjamas,

Roberta was fully clothed.

What did you make of that dress she was wearing?

Very girly for a 16-year-old.

She obviously wasn't into fashion.

Wouldn't be something you put on to mess around the farm.

Hot date that night?

Let's see forensics turns up.

How about this?

Roberta gets up Sunday morning, dresses for church,

can't find her father, comes in here, discovers the body.

- That sounds right to me. - Yeah, me too.

Now, according to the PM report, Teys's stomach was full.

It was chicken and mash, plus barbiturates.

I wonder why the sleeping pills?

Well, times are hard for farmers.

From the report, he'd only just taken them.

So what are we saying, he sleepwalked to the barn?

- Well, no, I don't think that's very feas... - It's a joke, Havers, joke.

Havers?

What does this remind you of?

All these photographs arranged like this and the candles.

A shrine?

- You all right? - Yeah, of course.

- Who do we think she is? - Definitely not Roberta.

Certainly young enough to be Tey's daughter.

Inspector Lynley investigating the William Tey murder. You are?

Richard Tey. William Tey was my uncle.

- The house is cordoned off. How did you get in? - Side door, I got a key.

Copper out back was having a fag.

Would you mind turning out your pockets, please, sir.

You gotta be joking.

Is there something in your possession you don't want us to see?

Is this the bit where you plant the evidence?

Do you want me to arrest you for tampering with a crime scene?

- I wasn't tampering... - I'm warning you.

You enter this building again without permission and I'll see that you're locked up.

- Who is she? - Why ask me?

Is there some reason you don't want us to know?

What? No.

So why are you deliberately withholding information?

- Look, you haven't got a clue... - I won't ask again.

Who is she?

Tessa.

- Roberta's mum, Tessa. - Where is she now?

Nothing's been hear of her since she left.

Not that I know of, anyway.

Have you worked on the farm long?

On and off since I was 16.

Full-time for the last two years.

- You must be very worried. - How do you mean?

If Roberta sells up, you'll be out of a job.

She can't.

Can't sell up? Why not?

Why not, Mr Tey?

- It isn't hers to sell. - Whose is it?

It's no secret, William told everyone.

He was leaving the farm to me

Richard Tey, nephew of victim. Main beneficiary, deceased's will.

Why did you let him go?

We should have has him in for further questioning.

Waste of an interview.

The case notes that Yorkshire have given us are incomplete.

You're the senior officer.

Something else is missing from our report,

any mention of a divorce between Tey and Roberta's mother

Tessa walks out on Tey, abandons her young baby,

and then he builds a shrine in her memory.

Well, obviously the bloke was obsessed.

I mean, some pathetic gits are like that.

The whole thing falls apart and they can't let go.

He loved her and lost her and this is his way of punishing himself.

Well, I'll check the other rooms.

All romances.

Locked.

Well, they may be racy but they're hardly subversive.

Girl meets handsome man, falls for him.

After various misunderstandings she discovers

he's not the catch she thought he was.

He takes her off into the sunset. Sounds pretty dangerous to me.

Look what I found.

Who do we think she is?

- Tessa's sister? - Roberta's older sister?

Tessa looks too young to have an older child.

Roberta doesn't appear to be the type to go in for nightlights.

Well, she certainly went in for potpourri in a big way.

Homemade, by the look of it.

I thought it was meant to improve the smell of the room.

Sir.

Whoever that girl is, she is the spitting image of Tessa.

Oh, I am sorry, sir, but that smell...

It's worse than the stuff that DI McPherson slaps on when he wants to pull.

Quiet.

That is disgusting.

No mum, lonely, comfort eats.

I suppose I should go and introduce myself to the murder team.

Your Lordship.

Sergeant Nies, I'd like to introduce you to Sergeant Havers

DC Pilley.

Should have told us what time you were coming, Tommy.

We'd have rolled out red carpet for you.

Where are we?

We were told to hold everything till you got here.

- Forensics on the girl's clothing? - Not through yet.

Have you canvassed the village? House to house? Car checks?

We opened the handbook at the page that says "What to do in a murder".

There it was, "Take statements, check for strangers"

I mean, we didn't want to get anything wrong, did we?

- And? - A few descriptions of strangers.

We're chasing people who left the local caravan site at the weekend.

If Miss Piggy knows who did it, she's not saying.

She's completely out of her box.

What did you call her?

Usual nutters on the hotline.

Apart from that, nothing.

An officer on corruption charges doesn't exactly encourage people to take us seriously, does it?

We caught Richard Tey at farmhouse today while uniform tool a cigarette break.

Those premises should be guarded

Resources are stretched, like you said.

Things have been a bit tricky here since the governor got suspended.

Can I expect any more skeletons to come out of the cupboard?

Sorry to disappoint you.

Do you know who this is?

No.

It was found in Roberta's bedroom.

- Who compiled the report on the Tey family? - I did.

- It's incomplete. - Look, we're five men short on this job.

- Don't start throwing accusations about. - What's the solution to this, Nies?

A fight?

Five rounds in the car park?

What's happened to your boss is none of my business.

Raking up the past won't help anyone.

From now on, you and team are answerable to me.

And I want the forensics on the dead dog and Roberta's clothing by tomorrow. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Now, perhaps you'd be kind enough to introduce me to your senior officer.

Pilley, take my sergeant to get a cup of tea.

So how come you drew the short straw?

- How do you mean? - Lynley.

What's the brief?

Here to polish His Lordship's polo stick?

Sorry?

Now they've abolished the House of Lords they'll all want to join.

It's dressing up in uniforms they like and being spanked by nanny.

So how come you got the job?

What do you think?

Certainly look like you got a strong enough wrist.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What's the matter? Can't you take a flaming joke?

Don't think you're safe, you lippy cow.

Lynley don't care who he shops in it.

You ask Sergeant Nies.

Do you enjoy making me look stupid?

- How exactly did I do that? - You worked here.

Pretty vital bit a information, I'd have thought.

- I am your partner. I had a right to know. - And now you do.

Yeah, well, I would have preferred hearing it from you.

And why did you send me off with that tosser?

I thought it only fair you should hear the story from both sides.

You and Nies looked like you were gonna kill each other.

What the hell did you do?

There was an irregularity in a particular procedure.

What is that in canteen speak?

You grassed up a fellow officer?

Well, no wonder we're getting no support from the local lads.

- Does Hillier know? - Of course.

Then why did he send you?

Is this some kind of private joke?

I mean, what exactly did this Nies bloke do?

The matter was resolved years ago.

Yeah, and what happened to your colleagues?

Nies was busted down to Sergeant, his oppo left the service.

Left?

What, as in no income, no pension, life ruined?

Oh, and the eighth Earl of Asherton made it to Detective Inspector.

Have you got a stately home and all the trimmings?

Yes.

So being kicked out of the force wouldn't make much difference to you, then, would it?

If you find it impossible to work with me on this case, Sergeant,

I'll ask DCI Webberley to have you replaced.

No.

Then I suggest we get on and solve it.

Yes, sir.

So, William usually attended Mass.

Is that why you went to the farm? To see if he was all right?

I made a statement, didn't I?

We'd like to hear it from you

William...

and Roberta, that's his daughter...

they never miss.

A very devout man, William.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

No, I don't smoke.

What happened when you arrived at the farm?

Well, it was strange. The front door wasn't locked.

Anything strange when you went in?

Yes.

What?

The candles were burnt down.

Candles during the day?

Votive candles

William never let them go out.

To die like that.

I shouted at God.

I said...

"William was your devoted servant!"

He was.

He was my dear and loyal friend.

We can't trust anything he says. He's going senile.

He's not senile. He's confused.

You had a lot of experience handling dementia, sir?

How about we go and get some fresh air?

Why did you try the barn?

William was working on it.

Every spare minute he had.

He wouldn't let anyone help.

What did you see when you went in?

I'm sorry, Father, but I have to ask this.

You open the door to the barn, you go in,

what's the first thing you see?

Roberta.

Then what?

In front of Roberta?

Pyjamas

William in his pyjamas.

What about Roberta, what did she do?

Just sat there.

I said: "Roberta!"

Nothing.

What was her relationship with her father like?

Oh, she worshipped him,

and he was devoted to her.

And while you were waiting for the ambulance and the police,

did she say anything, make any noise at all?

No.

Even when Richard arrived.

Nothing. We...

It was decided that...

That she was taken to the local psychiatric hospital?

Her beloved Daddy murdered,

and we locked her away.

It's got a name, not that it helps.

It's called elective mutism.

Essentially her mind is protecting her from the trauma

Roberta?

Roberta?

This is Inspector Lynley and Sergeant Havers.

They'd like to speak to you.

Do you mind if they speak to you?

Well, you can try.

Hello, madam. My name's Thomas.

I can't begin to understand what a terrible time this must be for you.

I want to find who did this.

I need your help, Roberta.

I do understand you don't want to think about what happened,

but we can take our time.

Go as slowly as you like.

What do you say?

Well.

We'll come back and see you soon.

And if you do feel you want to talk to us doctor Samuels knows where we are.

Come on.

I can manage.

Thanks, sir.

Well, in that case, maybe you wouldn't mind taking these as well.

Where are you going?

I won't be long. Write up today's notes.

See if anything leaps out at you.

Deborah!

Deborah!

Graveyards...

What is it we're looking for?

A little perspective.

To realise we're not alone in loss.

You were obviously very close to William Tey.

Yeah. He was the son I could never have.

He said that.

He looked after the accounts, drew up rotas.

"You concentrate on the higher things, Father."

Did he discuss his problems with you?

Well, William had a lot to deal with.

- Tessa leaving. - Yes, Tessa.

It's, very sad.

But Gillian...

Is that Gillian?

Yes.

What happened to Gillian?

Oh, it was terrible.

What was, Father?

She ran off.

I don t know, it was seven, eight years ago.

Poor William

I tried but he wouldn't talk about it,

couldn't even mention her name

Gillian.

She was an angel.

One of God's angels.

No, no wait. All I'm asking for is

No, I don't want.

Look, my parents don't want to go to a home.

Yeah, well I keep trying to explain, the present arrangements are only short-term.

Yeah, yeah I know that

I thought that's what I paid my taxes for.

Yeah, look.

We'll sort this out when I get back.

Do you want a light?

Thanks. Would you like one?

Oh, ta.

I'm Danny.

Barbara.

It's so quiet here.

It's giving me headache.

- Where are you from? - London

Ezra used to live there.

Promised he'd take me, do all the clubs.

He's really good-looking, isn't?

- Very nice. - Yeah, I'd fancied him for ages.

He weren't interested, and all of a sudden he notices me

I don't know, blokes, eh?

Do you live near here?

Yeah. I work at Keldale Hall, over there.

Part-time.

Yeah, most of me mates are at college now but...

I can't see the point of having a career. Not if you want kids

I think you ought to stay at home and look after them properly

I mean, don't you reckon?

Maybe.

I suppose I'd better be getting back.

Have you seen the shrine?

It were dead, right there.

A year ago.

A newborn baby.

- Whose was it? - Don't know. They never found out.

- Travelers, I reckon. - Who could dump a defenseless baby...

I mean, they could have at least left it outside a hospital.

Me mum and dad and everyone told me to forger it.

But how can I?

It were a tiny little thing.

Dead.

Me and Ezra had been up here, mucking about,

and it had been lying there, fighting for its life.

What did you expect us to do, DNA the whole country?

We've got kids in youth hostels. We've got tourists.

A day-old baby died of hypothermia.

You got kids?

- What's that got to do with is? - I've got two. And I'll tell you this,

- if I had got a hold of that woman... - I would like to see the case files.

Shouldn't you be concentrating on landing us William Tey's murderer?

- I want to see the case papers. - It's not gonna get you anywhere.

Still, I'm surprised you're clutching at straws.

All those people just willing Little Lord Fauntleroy to cock it all up.

Sergeant Havers?

You must be Inspector Lynley?

You have me at a disadvantage.

Stepha. Stepha Odell.

- I hope you enjoy your stay. - Thank you.

That's very charming

Ezra Farmington, a local artist, painted it.

Do you know anything about the baby abandoned there?

No. No one does.

At least no one admits to knowing.

Thanks.

I only do bed and breakfast but there's a pub in the village.

The King's Head, they do food.

Or if you want something special there's always Keldale Hall.

Oh, I've heard of it. A friend of mine had raved about the place for years.

Father Hart was telling me about Roberta's sister Gillian.

Thank you.

He wasn't very certain about why she left.

If you want to know about Gillian ask Richard.

They used to hang around together a lot.

What about Roberta?

She seems to have put on a lot of weight

Bobby went through a bad patch.

First Richard heads off to make his fortune in the Fens,

then Gillian goes straight afterwards

William tried to help with diets and things.

- Olivia suggested they go jogging together. - Olivia?

Olivia Odell, his fiancåe.

We weren't aware of any fiancåe.

They'd only made the news public a few days before.

Odell.

- Is she a relation of yours? - Sister-in-law. My brother, Paul.

- He died of Huntington's Disease. - I am sorry.

Were you upset when you learnt that William and your sister-in-law intended to marry?

William treated Olivia really well.

- Almost too well. - How do you mean?

Devotion isn't my thing.

She's a bit of a man's woman. Wouldn't you say, sir?

A dead baby,

Tessa's disappearance, Gillian's,

Richard Tey's inheritance, William Tey's engagement.

We are drowning in information.

Well, it's better than nothing to go on.

Not if we spend all our time running up and down blind alleys,

only to find we've lost the real killer.

Okay, let's prioritise.

Well, who is the most likely candidate?

Two women disappear from the same household.

Never to be seen again, until they're found under the patio, you mean?

Maybe Richard Tey killed them.

It's one way of making sure he gets the farm.

Then he goes for the hatchet and polishes off William.

Yeah, but why bother?

I mean, he knows he's gonna inherit the farm sooner or later.

So he told us.

He omitted to mention William Tey had become engaged.

If Tey had lived to marry this Olivia Odell, maybe the farm would have gone to her.

Ezra.

I got some, I got some draw.

We could go to your place. Have a good time.

Yeah.

Why not?

- What am I suppose to do? - What do you want of me?

Do you want me to be here the whole time?

It's my work!

I know it's your work. That's all...

This is my chance. I'm at the farm, what am I supposed to do?

I want to know why you aren't coming home to me?

I'm not coming home because it's my job! It's what I do

I've got the farm and it's what I do.

What do you want me to do? Sit around here all day not doing a thing?

There are few more questions we'd like to ask you.

Well, you caught us at our best.

Straight to bed next.

In that case, we'll try and be brief.

What was the row about?

It isn't the best time for farmers.

My wife wants me to sell up, move back to the Fens.

- She's got family there. - But you don't?

I spent every spare minute when I were a kid playing on t'land,

I were driving tractor by the time I were nine.

And you really love the place?

If you were to ask me what I wanted for Christmas I'd have said that farm.

So why did you go eight years ago?

I wanted to be me own boss.

Are you saying your uncle hadn't intended to leave you the farm back then?

I don't know. He never mentioned it.

- Perhaps he was going to give it to Gillian - I doubt it

I mean, farming weren't her sort of thing.

What happened to Gillian?

- She left. - Not long after you.

We've been told the two of you are pretty close.

- She was my cousin. - Was?

Is.

- What happened between you and Roberta? - Me and...

She wasn't always that fat.

You go away and she puts on stones

Gillian and Roberta, they both had a bit of a crush on me, that's all.

Who can blame them? I'm an amazing guy.

You must have been a bit shocked,

when you discovered your uncle was going to get married again.

Of course not. Good luck to the bloke.

Be good for Roberta to have a woman about.

That's very generous of you, especially if it meant you lost the farm.

What?

You think he'd leave it to Olivia?

Only thing she knows about milk is it comes in bottles. No

William told me. Farm were mine, whatever happened.

Did anyone else hear this conversation?

No.

He were my uncle.

Somebody cut his head off. What do you think I am?

Get Nies to run a check on Richard Tey's previous address.

Circulate pictures of Gillian, see if anyone ever saw her there.

I want a list of all unidentified female corpses in the last eight years.

Sir, that's Danny. Girl from the abbey.

Fancy a drink?

What do you want this time?

- Oh, I can buy me own. - I know you can.

Tonic water.

Don't drink, don't smoke, do you have any vices?

Yeah, of course.

- You're from London? - Yeah, we know.

A tonic water and a pint of bitter, please.

Sir...

Hello, Danny. I'm Inspector Lynley. You know my sergeant.

Sergeant?

You never said.

She was telling me about the dead baby in the abbey.

- That were in confidence. - In confidence?

Didn't seem like that to you, did it, Sergeant?

Not at all, sir

I got the impression Danny was very keen to tell me.

You asked.

You run away leave a baby to die and you tell a perfect stranger about it?

It weren't like that.

Maybe she told you because she fells guilty.

That would explain why she was hanging around those ruins.

Maybe she and Ezra knew about the baby.

And they still left it.

Now, why would they do that?

Whatever you're suggesting, you're wrong.

No, you ran away because you thought you heard a ghost?

- Yeah. - You and Ezra?

A grown man hears one little noise and runs?

What are you saying, your boyfriend's a wimp?

- Sounds it to me, sir. - No, he isn't.

Nobody pushes him around. You can ask anyone.

Really, like whom?

William Tey

I'd love to, Danny. One problem. He's dead.

What happened between William Tey and Ezra?

He's not a killer

I didn't mean he was a killer.

Isn't it better you tell us, rather than someone who doesn't care about Ezra?

I'm sorry that old Tey's dead. I am.

But he could be a nasty old fart.

What did Tey and Ezra fall out about?

William reckoned that Ezra were trespassing.

He likes to go up there painting

William had no right to stop him

Ezra could have hit William. What William did was terrible.

But he didn't, he just stood there.

He never touched him, I swear.

What did William do to Ezra?

William grabbed three of his precious watercolors, tore 'em up.

Ezra's beautiful paintings, all in shreds on the ground.

When we were at the farm in Tey's living rood and saw Tessa'a picture,

and the candles,

something really got to you, what was it?

Nothing.

Learning to work with a new partner is always tricky.

What?

You and I were hardly the most likely combination.

If this is a complaint about my work...

Look, all I'm saying is to be effective, things have to run smoothly between us.

Like tonight.

Look, I'm on trial here. Don't think I don't know that.

- You're not listening to me, are you? - Look, I am not good at the chat, okay?

The analyzing everything. I am a more "do" and less "talk" sort of a person.

I'm... I'm sorry

I just got wound up. I'm over it.

Right.

It's been a long day.

- Is it too late for a nightcap? - Course not.

- What would you like? - A large whisky, please.

Will you join me?

Why not?

"He reached out with his hand and touched her warm..."

Don't

I'm ashamed to say I'm addicted.

What to?

To romances. The happy-ever-after school of fiction.

When Paul was dying, I was getting through four of these things a night.

Asterix cover to cover when my father was ill.

Escape, wherever you find it.

There were a lot of romances at the Teys

I don't imagine William was much of a fan

Gillian used to love them. And Roberta was a closet reader.

Closet? She hid it from him?

Probably thought they might remind him of her mum, 'cause Tessa loved them too.

William always put brave face on things,

but deep down he never really got over Tessa leaving like that.

What do we think Roberta was trying to escape from?

Everyone needs a little passion in their lives, even overweight teenagers.

Can I get you anything else?

No. No. Thank you.

- Hello? - Helen. Just wondered how you are.

Half asleep.

Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

It's okay. How are you?

Fine.

It's me. How are you really?

Truth? Dreadful

I've got this young girl who's been locked away in a psychiatric hospital.

Her father's dead,

and all my own personal shit keeps getting in the way.

All I want is my mind to be clear so I can concentrate on this case.

Well, it's hardly surprising, is it?

The woman you love has just got married to someone else,

you're back in Yorkshire with the dreaded Nies.

And what's the third thing?

There's always a third thing.

Havers. For once, the film is more exciting than the trailer.

The woman is a minefield.

There you are, then. Life can only improve.

- It will get easier. Trust me. - Thank you.

I should stay off the whisky. Makes me maudlin

I'll let you get back to sleep.

You can ring me anytime. You know that.

Then I'll call you tomorrow evening.

- Sweet dreams. - Bye.

No, please. Just leave me alone.

Talk to me! Why won't you talk to me?

Richard, open this door!

- Open this door! - Mum.

- He's not here. - You're lying!

He's in there!

I know you're in there! I'm not leaving till you talk to me!

No trace of Tessa or Gillian Tey. No credit card transactions,

no hospital records, they both completely disappeared.

Apparently, Tessa left most of wardrobe when she left.

- Any police action? - No. There were no suspicious circumstances.

I hate it when that happens. I'll have some.

The Lodge.

Sorry, say that again?

I don't understand. Why are you hiding?

- Come out, you pathetic coward! - Auntie Stepha.

- Everything's going to be all right. - Liar.

You own me!

You own us everything!

- Mrs Odell. - I'm not going. I'm not leaving here.

Stupid woman's lying. He's in there, I know it, he's in there

I'm Inspector Lynley, this is Sergeant Havers.

The police? He called the police?

Look, I mean, I just wanted to talk to him, that's all.

- Then how about talking to us instead? - I don't normally...

We're here to help you.

See? Nine years old and she's out of control.

The tap in the bathroom dripped. I never asked him, he just fixed it.

He made me realise how much I needed someone.

Now he's dead.

If I could look Richard in the eyes and just see...

See what?

You should have heard what he said. Richard never could hold his drink.

He had the nerve to say to William

if he reckoned he was such a great dad how come Roberta was eating herself to death?

Imagine. In the pub

William hated people knowing his business.

That's the only reason they went into the car park

William was provoked. He never normally hit anyone.

- William hit Richard? - He's lucky he didn't hit him again.

What a nerve. Just because William leaving him the farm,

it didn't mean Richard could tell him, how to run his life.

Were you and William engaged when this happened?

He asked me that night, after he'd taken me home.

Did William intended to change his will after he married you?

Yes, he did. He told me.

But how could you and William marry if he was still married to Tessa?

He were seeing a solicitor.

- About a divorce? - Yeah.

Did Richard know that William wanted to change his will?

Richard's no fool.

Do you believe in evil?

Do you?

They found a baby at the abbey, a year ago, dead.

I think it was Roberta's.

- I think Richard and... - What makes you say that?

I caught them embracing. He had Bobby really close.

And just before the poor thing was discovered, I...

I remember her claiming to have some sort of stomach bug.

- Terrible cramps, she said. - Did you tell William of your suspicions?

No. He'd had so much to cope with.

God, I wish I had.

I mean, if Richard could murder a poor defenseless baby...

You have ruined my life.

We made an agreement, Ezra. Please.

Auntie Stepha!

I can't go on like this.

It is Deborah.

- Sir? - I'm fine.

I'm fine. Sorry if I gave you a scare.

Let's get on to York. See the solicitor.

Mr Tey came in to discuss making a new will a week before he died.

- Who did he intend leaving the farm to? - There was no change there.

- His nephew, Richard. - You're sure?

Of course. Simply inserted a clause

stipulating that Richard was to give Olivia the option of staying in the house

if anything happened to him.

Did Richard know of these new arrangements?

Mr Tey said he'd informed him of the changes.

Didn't want his nephew worrying about losing the farm.

Thank you.

William Tey never discussed divorce proceedings against his wife Tessa, did he?

- No. Never. At least, not with me. - Thanks again.

Great work. We've just nuked our main suspect's motive.

Well, we learnt something else.

Tey never did discuss divorce with his solicitor.

Despite telling Olivia that he had.

Or so she said. I mean, maybe she's not as helpless as she appears.

Maybe that's what she wanted us to believe.

Older man left by younger woman. That can't be good for the ego.

His wife and his beloved daughter go and he makes no effort to trace them.

- That seems weird to me. - Tessa was the wrong person for him.

He knew it had been a mistake.

He said as far as he was concerned she was...

What? She was dead?

I didn't mean that. It's a figure of speech.

Have you spoken to Richard?

It was what William was doing, though, isn't it? Grieving for Tessa.

Grieving?

The shrine in the living room. The photos, the candles.

He loved her. She was the mother of his children.

Bit morbid, though, this obsession with his missing wife.

- She isn't missing. - Do you know where she is?

I don't understand. Why are you doing this?

Is this really necessary? Tessa has nothing to do with Olivia.

Doing what, Mrs Odell?

Don's treat me like an idiot, I know what you're getting at.

- Do you think he killed Tessa? - Is that what you think?

He killed Tessa, and built the shrine 'cause he was full of guilt?

William's the one who's been murdered. It's his killer you're supposed to find.

Milk returns, animal feed,

no personal correspondence, nothing.

I'm not even sure what I'm looking for.

Suppliers, debts, Harry Houseman.

Sounds like one of those daft comedians when I was a kid.

Pass me the phone book. See if we can find out who this Harry Houseman is.

- Sorry. - This isn't a dick-waving competition.

You're just a small-time private detective with no letters after your name

I'm on me lunch break here.

Don't mess us around, Mr Houseman, you can't afford it.

How come?

Looking at William Tey's chequebook, he only paid you a deposit.

Unfortunately, he's no longer in a position to pay your fee in full.

Until we find the murderer and his estate can be

settled, you won't see another penny.

Now, what did William Tey ask you to do?

- Trace his wife. - Tessa?

- Yeah. - And?

- Found her. - You found Tessa Tey?

- Oh, yeah. - William Tey's wife?

- Yeah. - Alive?

- Excuse me, are you Mrs Tessa... - You found him?

- You found my husband? - Yes.

Oh, God.

It's my fault, it's all my fault

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