All language subtitles for S04_E3__The_things_we_do_for_love

Can you hear me.

Can you hear me!

Yes, we can hear you.

Standby.

Okay.

Go!

Come on!

Move!

Come on!

Go.

Go.

Go.

You the witness?

Yeah.

I was going to install one
of those security grilles.

I don't think I'll bother.

All right, which
are your premises?

The newsagent.

I don't think this lot
are going to ram raid you

for yesterday's newspapers
and a packet of sweets.

I don't think that's funny.

Well, it's
the best I can do

at eight O' clock
in the morning.

All right, tell
me what happened.

Oh, Carol, this
is covered in pigs.

Oh, You are a
great detective, Frank.

Who gave me that?

Your brother.

Good luck party.

Little sod.

I'm gonna be late.

Oh, it's only
the second time.

It's only my second day.

What are you doing?

Soap.

Oi.

Cheer up.

It's gonna be fine.

Okay, you
should really be able

to lift it higher by now.

You see what's happening?

You must straighten
this part of your back,

that's it

keep your chin down.

There.

Now, feel the
line of your energy,

pelvis,

up to your heart,

to the head, there.

Think how elegantly
you can stand.

If only.

And be relaxed.

I must look really foolish.

You look wonderful.

Sorry, Guv.

Get your beauty
sleep, did you?

You need to ask?

This is DCI Peters.

All right?

He's from London.

Ah.

I haven't trained him yet.

There's been
another drive -in.

'Zoot Suit'...

men's fashion
shop on the parade.

Oh, yeah, I know it.

They do some nice gear.

Would you excuse me, sir,

while I take him away

and attach some
electrodes to his head.

I'll be in 210,
if you need me.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Why does Mullett
hate me so much?

What?

What?

Hello, Vicky?

Who is it?

It's Boris.

I wanted to catch
you before you left.

I'm instituting a patient
information group.

Later, O.K?

Just an informal.

Next time please knock.

Oh, Vicky.

Mr. Newman called.

He said could you meet
him a few minutes earlier.

Thanks, Helen, that's fine.

But he said not to ring him.

Vicky, I would
like us to talk.

Sure Boris,

first thing tomorrow.

See you after lunch, Gwen.

See you later.

Mr. Meyerbridge?

Mr. Meyerbridge?

Hello?

I am sorry.

What is it, Gwen?

There was
someone in the church.

I thought you
were just coming in

but you weren't.

Well, see if you
can find our visitor.

Yes, sure.

Can I move this stuff, Guv?

That was
Sergeant Pearson's.

He had a two-tier system,

unsolved and unsolvable.

Neil White?

Never heard of him.

Kim Sug?

Kim Suh.

He's a chef.

Some old dear
wanted us to charge him

for peeing in her garden.

Look, why don't you
just put that lot

over there on
the filing cabinet

and let WPC
Brent sort it out,

then you'll have
a nice clean desk.

Ah, Johnny,

have you met
Detective Sergeant Nash?

He's from London.

We met yesterday.

Oh, you certainly made
an impression on Johnson.

he doesn't
normally get that excited.

I went to London once,

had to go and
meet the Queen.

She's a lot smaller
than I thought she'd be,

but then again,

size isn't everything,
as we both know.

(Phone ring)

Frost.

Where?

One hundred percent dead.

Not the best way to start
your first week, is it?

Good morning, sir.

Were you the first one here?

With PC Lambert.

The emergency call was made

from the telephone
box over there.

What call?

A woman called emergency
services at 12:27.

Said she'd just seen
a man assaulting a woman.

'Assault' is not the
word I would have chosen.

Then she hung up.

No name or anything.

I reckon she was
probably scared.

Yes, she probably
was, Simms.

Why don't you
go and get those kids

out of that phone box?

That's right.

You work out when the
engine was switched off

I'll see if she
left a suicide note.

Do we know who she was?

I'm running a check
on the vehicle, Sir.

What about this?

Haven't touched it, Sir.

She was a pretty woman.

Yes.

With a sweet tooth,
by the looks of it.

Sir,

the car is registered to
Victoria Imelda Philips,

16 B, Crayford Road.

What did you say
her name was again?

Victoria Imelda Philips.

Yes, looks about it.

Has the duty
officer been informed?

Yes, sir.

Who is it, George Toolan?

Well, get the
scientific boys down here.

And get a few more coppers
to keep back the sightseers.

Yes, sir.

Where does that lead to?

Well, I don't know.

Why don't you go
and have a look?

Right.

Guv.

Right, Guv.

But not now, eh?

Get her keys,
they're in the car.

It's a question
of resources.

I have already authorized

an increase in
manpower for the Parade,

King Street and
Hadley Gardens.

But, however alarming
these ram-raids may be,

we must bear in mind

that Denton is not being
targeted specifically.

That's what you told us

after the
first two incidents.

This is the work of a
highly organized gang

working
throughout the country,

it is unlikely that they
will strike here again.

Someone's
going to get hurt,

I can tell you that.

Ram-raiding is a crime
one normally associates

with the more deprived
areas of the country.

In Denton, I believe

we should regard
this new phenomenon

as a symptom of our
general moral lassitude.

Yeah, yes, yeah.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Let's not be too
preoccupied with this issue.

I can confirm that a
team under DCI Peters

is working
exclusively on this case.

Now, the vehicle used
in last night's robbery

has already been recovered,

so I hope to have
some heartening news

for you
next time we meet.

Was he one of her patients?

I hadn't spoken
to him before.

Here we are.

Mr. Newman.

Mr. Ivanovich??

I'm Detective
Inspector Frost.

This is Detective
Sergeant Nash.

You don't look
like the police.

Well, when you get to CID,

they let you wear
your own clothes.

Well, none
of the practitioners

are under contract
with the center.

It is, you know,
a facility they use.

Vicky ran her own affairs.

But there was a reception
book, with appointments?

For the patients.

It's confidential,

but yes of course
you must see it.

Did you leave the building
at all this morning?

I was here all morning.

I had three patients.

Ah, okay, fine.

I knew that
something was wrong.

I see these things coming.

I wanted to discuss
it with Vicky

but she was
anxious to get away.

What, to meet Mr Newman.

I have no idea.

Yeah, come.

Oh, is that for me?

Tea, what you asked for.

Camomile.

Oh, right, yes, thank you.

Just how I like it.

So, you said you knew
something was wrong.

Yeah, but
I didn't know what.

She was imbalanced.

I just could feel it.

What, mentally?

No, no.

Against her line.

You know?

No.

At our healing center,

we do not treat the
symptoms of any illness.

We investigate
the whole being,

it is, you know,
holistic approach.

I consider it is not
possible to treat someone

unless you are
feeling well in yourself.

With Vicky it was lost.

Really?

I can tell
you are skeptical.

No, it's just that
I find it difficult

to accept health
advice from a chain smoker.

Yeah, I am sorry to smoke.

I haven't had a
cigarette for years.

A filthy habit.

I am sorry,
I'm very sorry.

What was your
relationship with Vicky?

There was no relationship.

You can ask anyone
who works here.

No, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that.

What I meant was,

was she a friend,

or did she just work here?

I would like Vicky to have
considered me her friend.

Did she discuss
her problems with you?

If she had done that,

she might still be alive.

All right.

Thank you.

That's a lovely
girl, that, Helen, Guv.

Oh, yeah, so when
are you booking in?

They do this
free assessment,

to find out exactly
what your body needs.

In your case,

it's the receptionist,
I should think.

Ah, what's your
good news, Simms?

Not a thing, Guv.

Have you spoken
to all the locals?

No-one saw anything
before we turned up.

What, an old sports car?

Aren't there any
spotty ten-year-olds

Iiving round here?

They'd have been at
school, wouldn't they, Sir?

Yeah, alright,
clever dick.

Here, Simms?
Yes, sir.

Find a bin for
that, will you?

Yes, sir.

Right, is it working now?

Good, thanks.

You got any change on you?

It's all right,
don't look so worried.

Look, what
I want you to do is

when you've given
those to forensic,

take a photograph of Vicky

to all the
local shopkeepers.

See if you can find out
what she was doing here.

Also, see if anyone's
heard of our Mr. Newman.

PC Lambert's been
along there already.

Yeah, I know and he didn't
find anything, did he?

One of the golden
rules of detection is,

if you don't
find something,

keep looking.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

Detective Sergeant
Nash, Denton CID.

This is the murder.

Do you recognize this girl?

Take a closer look,
it's not a great photo.

All right, Guv.

Well, there's a
man with a long face.

Nobody recognize here?

No.

Well, you'll
be sorry to hear

that we haven't
found the knife.

We found a bit
of an air rifle

and a rusty old radiator,

which I'm having
fitted in our office.

Go on, go and
get a cup of tea.

Cheer up.

Get me a
cup too, two sugars.

I've got an
address for her parents.

Manchester.

Oh, well.

Let some other plod
break the bad news, eh.

And a message
from Mr. Mullett.

Oh, lovely,

he's left me something
in his will, has he?

He wants to see you
as soon as you get in.

Right, I'll let you
know when that is.

This is a nasty one, Jack.

Yes, I know, terrible.

Any ideas?

No.

Nice, young girl,
in bed by ten,

was supposed to be meeting
a man at twelve-thirty,

apart from that
I've got no idea.

I'm gonna go down a take
a look at her in a minute.

Well you do pick them, Jack.

Yeah, I know,

I wish I didn't.

All right,
come on, listen up,

Iet's have your
attention, please.

Right.

Vicky Imelda Philips
is our VIP.

No form, no friends,

nice, quiet, young woman

according to her landlord,

a certain Mr. Bannister.

And no jokes, please,

about leaning
on the witness.

Vicky was a self-employed
physiotherapist.

Thank you.

Have a discreet word with

Detective
Sergeant Nash here,

if you don't know
what one of those is.

A ball breaker.

Yes, all right,
thank you very much,

I'm glad you mentioned that

because Mr. Toolan here

has got some information

which might shed a bit
of light on that, George.

Well, Miss Philips saw
a number of her patients

at the Lotus Healing
Center on Cotham Road.

The only thing we have
on the establishment

are two complaints
from last year,

alleging that some
of the therapists

were using it as
a knocking shop.

Now, both complaints came
from the same patient,

a man who thought he
was being over-charged.

All right, all right,
come on, pack it in.

I can't imagine
there's anything in it,

but as you take statements
from her patients,

find out which
part of their body

she was working on.

All right, come on,
let's get going, come on!

Jack.

Good afternoon, Sir.

I was wondering
whether or not

you'd found
somewhere to live?

No not yet, Sir.

I haven't had time
to look for anything.

But you must.

Make time.

Why, has someone
been complaining?

No, no, no not at all.

I'm sure that everyone
at the Section House

will be sorry to see you go.

Very friendly bunch, Sir.

Are they?

Oh, yeah.

Ah, good, good.

Who needs a mortgage?

Yes.

Well, that was
all, really, Jack.

Good luck.

Thank you, Sir.

Eighteen wounds
in her neck,

shoulders,

and upper back.

The knife had a
single sharpened edge,

very sharp,

approximately
six inches in length.

One inch wide.

Two principal
veins were punctured

and both lungs.

The attacker
was right handed.

Well, that eliminates a
lot of people, doesn't it?

He's not squeamish,
this one, is he?

I'm from London.

Cause of death was
most likely heart failure.

There's no indication
that she reached out,

tried to stand up

or defend
herself in any way.

No lacerations on her hands.

Fingernails perfect.

There is something here

which might be of interest.

What is it?

Oh, he's
so young, isn't he?

It's a diaphragm.

A contraceptive device.

Oh, right.

Yeah, of course,
it's all condoms nowadays.

I can see what it is now.

Is there anything else in
there we should know about?

Spermicidal jelly.

Excuse me,

Alan,

although
there's no sign

of intercourse having
taken place recently.

Excuse me, sir.

I see right, okay,
well thank you.

The killer would get very
bloody, wouldn't they?

Standing above?

Well, it depends.

Well, she
wouldn't exactly gush,

it wasn't an artery.

All right, come on then,
what's your bright idea?

A six-inch blade?

And that's big.

You'd have to bring
it down from up here

to get it in so deep.

You would see the knife.

Broad daylight.

The telephone caller said

she saw a woman
being 'assaulted'.

If you witness someone
being stabbed in the neck,

you don't say 'assaulted',

I don't think.

You said so yourself.

Conclusion?

Either the
caller saw something

that happened
before the stabbing.

something
completely unrelated.

Doubtful.

Right.

Or she saw Vicky
being struck

before the knife came out.

There's no evidence
of any former blows.

Of course the
caller saw more,

that's why she
didn't stay on the line.

I also know that because
she hasn't come forward.

We ain't going to find her.

Well, with respect, Sir,

I don't see how
you can know that.

Experience.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Jack.

Has something come back for
me on this Philips murder?

From emergency services.

It's the call
from the car park.

All right, yeah.

Mr. Nash, your
wife called, twice.

Nothing urgent, I believe.

Also something
from forensic.

No, nothing yet.

No?

Could be in that big brown
envelope, marked urgent,

for the attention
of DI Frost.

That's it.

Bit young to be
married, aren't you?

How old were you?

I asked first.

Twenty-four.

Same as me.

All right,
let's drop it then.

...assaulted,
it's a car park,

but I don't know.

We know your
location, love.

What is your name?

Not all the kids would have
been at school that morning.

See who was bunking off.

Hello, Police,
how can I help?

She's being/been assaulted.

It's a car park,

but I don't know.

We know your
location, love.

What is your name?

Let forensic pick the
bones out of that, will you?

Good grief, look
what they managed

to get out of
Vicky's organizer.

Addresses,

client and personal.

personal finance.

Scheduler.

Carole, hi.

I don't know, hang on.

My wife wants to know
if I'm coming home, Guv.

(Phone ring)

(Noise)

Meyerbridge.

M.E.Y.

Eight Riverside Gardens.

Very nice too.

Jonathan Adam Meyerbridge.

Oh, at last, go on,

tell me he's
out on bail for murder.

ABH.

Go on, sounds promising.

One year suspended
for two years.

Yeah go on.

Drunk and disorderly,
drunk driving.

Those were both
ten years ago.

Nothing since, and Guv,

I really have to go.

Yeah, all
right, just one more.

One for the road.

Lemon, L, Lemon
as in gin and tonic.

Terence.

41 Eastleigh Chambers.

Left!

You know, I've
never met anyone

who drives so much like me,

it's uncanny.

I wouldn't have imagined
you living down here, Guv.

Why not crummy enough?

No, but I mean...

Well, I don't
live down here.

Oh, you mean
we're still working?

Well, not exactly.

Pull in, just over
there, will you.

Who lives here, then?

Jonathan Meyerbridge,

actual bodily harm,

drunk and disorderly.

Riverside Gardens.

He's working late.

It doesn't look like
a haven for criminals.

Oh, I don't know.

There are a lot of
unreturned library books

down here, I bet.

Oh well, take
me home, Frank.

(Phone ring)

Section House.

Yes,

who do you wanna speak to?

Yeah, hang on,
I go and get him.

(Door opening)

Evening, sir.

Constable.

What's that, more rules?

The kitchen cleaning rota.

What's my name
doing up there?

Can you not do
alternate Wednesdays?

No, I certainly can't.

You can always substitute.

Here it is, substitutions.

As long as you let
the house committee

know by the first
of each month.

I don't believe this.

Why, what's up?

Someone keeps
nicking my food.

They don't do they.

Let's have a look.

They haven't
touched mine, look.

Well, you're
a DI aren't you.

Bring it up at the
next house meeting.

I will.

And he's had a go
at my milk an' all.

Oh, some people, dear.

Are you going to be
this early every night?

I thought you might
put up some shelves
up before you retire.

I do...

I want to retire.

Get away from all this.

All this murder.

Oh, I know,
I saw it on the news,

every half hour.

Watching television

is the only thing
to do in this place.

Inspector Frost
got a mention.

Oh, don't Carole,
he's doing my head in.

(Phone ring)

Hello?

Hello, Guv.

Thank you.

All right, yeah.

See you, then.

Frost?

Yeah, he said, get
a good night sleep.

You see,
he's not so bad, is he.

He wants me to pick
him up in the morning.

What time?

Six-bloody-thirty!

Look at that car, look.

Hello, love.

Is Mr Jonathan
Meyerbridge at home?

It is Milly, isn't it?

Yeah.

My word, how you've grown.

You don't remember
me, do you?

Yeah, I do.

Ah, so, still keeping
out of trouble?

I suppose you
must be otherwise

I would have heard about it.

Milly was one of...

How do you do.

Milly, there's no
need to leave us,

it's perfectly all right.

Jonathan Meyerbridge.

Detective Sergeant Nash.

Inspector Frost.

Barnabas!

You're running.

He that hasteth
with his feet,

sinneth.

Yes, sir.

Milly, would you.

Yes, I'm very familiar with

Milly's unfortunate past.

There are no
secrets in this house.

She looks after
your children?

Yes, I have
three children.

Actually, it's not Milly
I've come about, sir.

A young woman was murdered
in Denton yesterday.

Yes, I heard.

A local woman?

Vicky Philips.

Oh, good God,

I know her.

She's a nurse,

a physiotherapist.

Your name and address

were found in her organizer.

Well, yes you would,

she treated me after a fall.

Can I ask when was the
last time you saw her?

Well, it was winter.

It must have
been a year ago.

I can find out
the date if necessary.

Only your name
and address were found

in her electronic diary,

that she bought
just six weeks ago.

We found the receipt.

Well, that's curious.

Now why would she
enter those details?

Maybe she thought you
were gonna fall over again.

Well, I can only
suppose that Miss Philips

perhaps thought she
might see me again

one day in the future.

And you had no
further contact

with the young woman?

No, none whatsoever.

How many times have
you met Vicky Philips,

all together?

Oh, on a dozen
occasions, no more.

Time enough to
get to know someone?

Would you say that
you were friends?

Not friends, no.

No, but friendly?

Yes, I suppose so.

Did she know
you were married?

Well, do you
know, I have no idea.

And I can't really
see that it's relevant.

Where were you
between twelve- fifteen

and twelve-thirty,
yesterday?

I was at the
New Union Hall,

on Eton Road,
where I hold

a lunch-time scripture
meeting every Tuesday.

Who else attended
this meeting?

Three members of our church.

The butcher up
at Holly Grove?

Yes, Mr. Sykes was there.

He didn't leave his shop
until twenty past twelve.

Well, I can't say exactly
what time he arrived.

I usually prepare my
notes in the office there,

until we begin at half past.

And who saw you before that?

Gwen Holland,
our church secretary.

And the third person?

Betty Gunner.

Who is blind.

He's lying

but he's
very good at it.

I wonder if I could get a
search warrant on suspicion?

Well, maybe not.

Listen, what
I want you to do is

dig out anything
you can find

on Jonathan Meyerbridge.

Go right back to
his birth certificate.

Now I know he's
been up before the bench

a couple of times.

So get in touch
with WPC Brent,

see if there are
any press reports.

What's the story
on the live in?

Milly Atkinson.

Her mother died and
she was taken into care.

Got caught
nicking cigarettes

from the local shop.

Set her bedroom on fire.

Broke the arm
of a social worker.

I had to tell
the poor woman

I couldn't charge
a twelve year-old.

Jesus, and she's
looking after his kids?

Yeah.

Blimey, look at that.

I should have been in
the Magistrates Court

four and a half minutes ago.

Do you reckon
you can make it?

I don't even know
where it is Guv.

Bang goes some more
tax-payer's money.

She was the one, wasn't she?

I knew her.

Jonathan.

I knew her.

It's all forgotten.

Then there's nothing
more I need to know.

Haven't you got any notes?

No, don't need any.

It's all in here.

Regina versus Smith.

I'll only be ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Yeah, sorry about that.

It was the wrong case.

Regina versus Patel.

Hello,

here's a friend of ours

that's the butcher
up at Holly Grove.

Who's the other bloke?

It's Edward Gull,

solicitor,

member of the
Police Community Forum,

and general know all.

I have found the love
of God and a good woman.

Not another drop
will touch my lips.

He was a drinker.

Yeah.

I was sliding
into an abyss.

God showed me how
far a man could fall

before he became my savior.

She liked the
look of his face.

Yeah, I bet she did,

she changed his life.

How did they manage

to get into a national
newspaper, though?

Her maiden name was Cawley.

Well?

Cawley's water biscuits?

Oh, so, she had money.

Very interesting.

Thank you, Jane.

Jack?

Yes.

Mr. Mullett would
like to see you.

All right, I shall
hurtle down there

as soon as
I've had my coffee.

I've checked out
the financial data,

from Vicky's organizer.

There have been ten payments
into her deposit account

in the last year,

each one four hundred
pounds in cash,

paid in at different banks.

Different banks.

That's not uninteresting.

For you, sir.

All right, thanks, yes.

Frost.

All right, hold on.

Frank.

Camomile tea lady.

What else did
they want to know?

Well, that was all.

I made it perfectly clear

that I no longer had any
association with the woman.

But you must keep
nothing from me, Jonathan.

I've told you everything.

Very well.

I would say then,

that everything
now depends on Ruth.

Why is that?

Because I can think
what you dare not.

If you can't even imagine,

that Ruth might have
murdered this woman,

then you must be more
in love with your wife

than I thought possible.

It's a horrendous idea

and I pray that you
give it no more thought.

I will pray.

I know that you
are innocent Jonathan,

and I will do everything
in my power to protect you.

We must walk
through this fire together.

I saw light under the door.

I was about to go in,
when I heard him talking.

I thought there must
be someone with him.

What was he saying?

It was all in Polish.

Then he started shouting.

I was worried,

so I watched
him through the door.

He was bent over in a chair,

as if he was asleep.

Then he took
all the letters away

and closed the cabinet.

What happened to them?

I burned them.

What did they say?

They were just letters.

How are you, I am fine.

I don't know these people.

One, if you did put a match

to letters that were
addressed to Vicky,

you've destroyed
valuable evidence,

that's a criminal offence

and I can put you
in prison for that.

And two,

I don't believe you.

Those letters meant
something to Vicky.

They obviously
meant something to you,

the way you were
behaving last night.

You can't protect her,
Boris, she's dead.

Who was it?

Her lover?

Her lovers?

What was it?

Look, did he sign
himself Mr. Newman?

Did he use his real name?

Where did they meet?

You knew that she
was seeing another man

and you couldn't bear it

because you were
in love with her.

You tried to dissuade her.

That's what you were
doing in the car park,

pretending to start
your motor scooter.

Helen saw you
from the window.

You know what?

If I had feelings
for someone,

I could never
destroy anything

so precious to them.

You wrote these love...

It's perfectly all right.

My wife knows everything.

You wrote these love
letters to Miss Philips.

Yet, when I spoke
to you earlier,

you said that you hadn't
seen her for a year.

Well, perhaps a few months.

Whenever it was, it was
ended perfectly amicably.

We were doing wrong.

People were being hurt.

Miss Philips
understood that

and she was very
sensible about it.

So it wasn't you

that she arranged
to meet yesterday?

No.

Mr. Newman.

Is that what
you call yourself?

Sometimes?

I don't know a Mr. Newman,

and I have no idea what
she was doing yesterday.

When we found Vicky,

she was wearing a
gold chain round her neck.

Now we understand
that gold chain was a gift.

Yes, I did
give her a chain,

a long time ago.

You gave her the
chain two months ago.

Look at this letter.

It's not dated,

but it's
postmarked even earlier,

Iess than a month.

Can you explain that?

Not easily.

That's all right.

I don't mind
complicated explanations.

I'm used to them.

From tomorrow I shall
be in York for two days,

at a writers seminar.

If you have any
further questions,

I'd appreciate it
if you'd address them

to my solicitor,

Edward Gull at
Gull and Maitland.

Who is also the
minister at our church.

I know him.

Stop it, Ruth, stop it!

Why?

What else
am I gonna find?

Mommy?

Miss Holland.

Was Mr. Meyerbridge
at the New Union Hall

between twelve and
twelve-thirty on Tuesday?

Yes.

And how can you be sure?

I saw him.

Where?

Through the door.

It's glass.

Oh, right

Hello, Milly.

I'm collecting the kids.

That's all right.

I'll walk a
little way with you.

It was funny,

us meeting like
that, wasn't it.

You were waiting for me.

No, I don't mean just now.

I meant yesterday.

Mr. Frost, things here
are going really well.

I don't want
nothing to spoil it.

But, Mr. Meyerbridge
knows all about you.

I mean, now
that everything's
out in the open,

there's nothing left to
be afraid of, is there?

Do you know why I came
round the house yesterday?

Vicky Philips.

Mr. Meyerbridge brought
me into his study

just after you
left yesterday.

I was all in tears,

cause I thought you'd
told them something new.

Milly, really,
as if I would.

I don't know,
I wasn't thinking.

They were both in there,

him and his wife.

And he told me
that him and Vicky

had been secret friends
for a couple of years.

Oh, yeah?

And that I would
hear all sorts of lies.

Not from
me, love, not from me.

How did his wife react
to this revelation?

She's always the same.

She doesn't get upset.

How did you get to
meet the Meyerbridge's?

I was up for shop-lifting

and one of the solicitors
was a friend of theirs.

Mr. Gull.

He was good to me
and he got me this job.

Do you live in, do you?

Yeah.

I got my own bathroom.

Oh, that is nice.

This Mr. Gull.

Do you see him any more?

Yeah, he often
comes to the house.

He gets on really
well with Jonathan.

I see.

How does he get on
with Mrs. Meyerbridge?

With Ruth?

Well, they're friendly,

it's Jonathan he
comes to see though.

What does he come
to see him about?

I don't know.

They're writing some
religious book together,

all right?

Mr. Sykes, Miss Holland,

Jonathan Meyerbridge,
Milly Atkinson.

All told us 'exactly'
what you told them to say.

The truth.

That is what I would expect
from any one of my clients.

Yes, of course.

Does help to massage it
a bit though, doesn't it?

What are you thinking
of, in particular?

Gwen Holland.

She told us she saw
Jonathan Meyerbridge

through a pebble- glass
door, at twelve-thirty.

Perhaps you told her to say

that he was in the
office from twelve o'clock.

I am certain that
she told you the truth.

Well, of course,

she's terrified of
you though, isn't she?

Nonsense.

You know, you
should be very careful

when you make allegations
that you can't substantiate.

Are you going to bring
charges against my client?

Which one?

Jonathan Meyerbridge.

Oh, I don't know,
it's early days.

Things will
reveal themselves.

Well let's hope
that they do.

You represented
Jonathan Meyerbridge

when he was accused
of actual bodily
harm didn't you?

Jonathan
apprehended a youth,

who was running from
the scene of a crime.

A woman in her eighties
had been beaten unconscious.

Her teeth broken.

Jonathan took
hold of the youth,

who struggled
and accidentally

gave himself a small
bruise on the cheek.

But we all know how
fallible the law is.

Good-bye, Inspector.

Goodbye.

You look absolutely
knackered,

if you don't
mind me saying so.

I was stuck in a
car on West Gardens

till four this morning.

We got a tip off.

How about you?

Me?

Four o'clock this morning?

I was in bed.

Vicky Philips.

Right, how far have we got
with our case, then Frank?

Nowhere.

There you are,
that's a fair assessment.

The prime suspect
is a religious author

from Riverside Gardens

with a conviction for ABH.

However he got
it by protecting

an old aged pensioner.

So, public
enemy number one,

turns out to be
the local hero.

So, no, we are not
doing brilliantly at all.

Oh dear.

My great grandfather
built the house.

He actually laid the bricks.

We were taught self-reliance
from an early age.

But you and your
husband are not employed?

What a strange thing to say.

Of course we are.

I work for
various charities

and Jonathan is an author.

Do you ever
join your husband

on any of his book beanos?

He prefers to go alone.

Why do you ask?

Well, it's just
that he's managed

to keep
Vicky Philips a secret

from you for over a year.

I wonder what else
he managed to conceal.

Have you ever read any
of Jonathan's books?

No.

I'm sure they're too
specialized for me.

Not at all,

they're written
for the common man.

Jonathan has an
integrity that is absent

in most of the people
one meets nowadays.

He has a great
moral strength.

Is that why he can have
an affair with a nurse?

I can't deny that
I feel an immense relief

now that she's gone.

Someone's answered your
prayers then, have they?

I believe that everything
turns out for the best,

in the long run.

Do you.

Getting
stabbed in a car park

is hardly the best thing

that could have
happened to Vicky, is it?

Who are we to say?

So when did you
go out then, Milly,

on Tuesday morning?

Twelve.

We went up to
the playground.

It's just behind the
carpet warehouse place?

You and who else?

Me and Mrs. Meyerbridge.

We were there
until a quarter to one.

And who told you
about the murder?

It was on the news,

two o'clock.

It didn't go out on
the bulletin until four.

County Radio.

And what time
did Mr. Meyerbridge

Ieave for the church?

I couldn't say.

Well, he always tells you
when he leaves the house.

It's a bit odd that he
didn't tell you, isn't it?

He doesn't always tell me.

He said he told you.

Well I didn't
hear nothing.

I might have
had my radio on.

Okay, right.

It's Meyerbridge,

but I haven't
got any evidence.

Meyerbridge was in
the New Union Hall

when the murder
was committed,

so I am led to understand.

Where did you get
that from, Mr. Gull?

You may or may not
know that Edward Gull,

apart from being a solicitor
and a minister of religion,

is also an outspoken member

of the Police
Community Forum.

Dear, oh, dear,
oh dear, what a busy man.

If Gull chooses
to bring a complaint,

it will stick and
you'll be off the case.

And what, may I ask,

has Mr. Gull got
to complain about?

You've been
parking your car

outside the Meyerbridge
house at night.

Yes, dedication
to my job.

What I'd really like to do

is to give his house
a good going over,

but I'd need a
search warrant for that.

You'll need something
very substantial

before a warrant
is authorized.

Gull also said

that you've been making
slanderous statements

about his clients.

Gull is fixing
Meyerbridge's alibi.

Can you prove that?

Be careful, Jack,

Edward Gull
could make trouble.

Just because Gull
appeared on Radio Four's

'Thought For The Day',

It doesn't mean we have
to take any notice of him.

What about the call
from emergency services?

Well, forensic are trying
to clean up the recording.

As soon as we get
a recognizable voice,

we could put out an
appeal on television.

I think it would
be very useful

if you could do
that, for us sir.

You know, appeal
to the mystery caller

to come forward.

Yes, very good idea.

Appeal for witness.

Right, now,
change of subject,

have you heard
about our Ram-raiders?

I'm sure I haven't.

But what have
they done now?

Landwicke's was
broken into last night.

Landwicke's.

Old Landwicke's?

What did they
get away with?

Half a ton of
ladies corsets?

A security guard
tackled the gang.

He's now in intensive care.

Catching this ram-raiding
gang is our top priority.

I've been called in to
see county this afternoon.

So as you have no new
leads on the Philips case,

I want you to help
DCI Peters full time.

Do you understand me?

Exactly, sir.

It's exactly
like the others.

A Japanese four-wheel,
four villains.

Where, oh
where are they now?

It takes just fifty seconds,

and all you've got
left are coat hangers.

The vehicle
used in this raid

belongs to David Smethurst.

He claims it was nicked,

but has two
previous convictions

for handling stolen goods.

We've had to return
the vehicle to him.

Big Dave?

I thought he
was in the clear.

We've had information
that Smethurst

was away from
his home on each night
that a raid took place.

I want him watched

twenty-four hours.

Mind the carpet.

It comes a bit loose
as you turn the corner.

We could look
from downstairs love.

Well, you can see
much more from up here.

Number forty-two.

Curtains are drawn,
can you see?

Big Dave's
there now, is he?

Sleeping.

The hall light
switches on at nine p.m.

At eleven he
leaves the house,

and he gets back
at three a.m.

What's that,
every night, is it?

Most nights.

I've written it all down.

Does anyone
visit the house?

No, never.

At least not
while you're watching?

Well, that's
all the time, love.

I mean with these
break-ins every week.

And I feel
vulnerable on my own.

Of course.

Oh, I see you like music.

Oh no, it's
my daughter's room.

We don't get on.

She's always
round the boyfriend's.

Are you going to
read me my rights?

It's just a couple
of things, sir.

You were down for
the kitchen yesterday.

I couldn't
help noticing...

It wasn't done.

Right.

It didn't matter too much,

because we can
always re-schedule.

And the other thing?

We've got a mouse, sir.

Well, I'm not feeding it.

It's been seen
outside your door,

and we were wondering

whether you were
keeping food in your room.

As it happens,

I do keep biscuits
in my room,

because they wouldn't
last five minutes in here.

Security.

That's what you want
to put your mind to.

Anyway, I'd love
to stay and talk,

but I've got to be in
church in ten minutes.

We are not to be brought
into the kingdom of God

by sheer terror.

Those who
describe the horrors

that await the unbeliever,

do a disservice to us all.

For what use is a convert

who has not willingly
embraced Jesus Christ?

Who has not asked
forgiveness of God?

If we have a duty,

it is to reveal
to the unbeliever

what they are foregoing.

The wonder of God's love

which is there for
every man, woman and child.

Finally, let us not forget

the love we must
give one another.

Today we extend our love

to the young
woman in our community

whose life was
cut short so brutally.

Victoria Philips.

A beautiful young woman

in the prime of life.

Why God chose her

we shall never know.

Ooh, that
wasn't very nice.

Is that what we
came here for?

I think we've put
the wind up them.

Well, it's hardly
worth the overtime.

Listen, Guv.

Would you like
to meet my wife?

Not now, eh?

I've had enough
excitement for one day.

How is she, by the way?

Why do you ask?

Because it's a
friendly thing to do.

Because I work with you.

Pretty bad actually.

She says she can't wait
to get out of this place.

Oh, well that's the
Denton detail, that is.

The first six years are
the same for everyone.

Look at that,
I've missed a free pizza.

It's expired.

All right then,
don't smile.

Bloody right I won't.

So are we off this
murder then, or what?

No.

Not at all.

We are the elite Frank,

we can do two jobs at once.

I'll bet Carol
was delighted when
she discovered

that you were going
to spend more time
in the bedroom with me,

than with her.

Yeah, she was
beside herself.

Well, she'll have to be,
'cos there's no-one else.

Least I hope.

I bet this
will turn out to be

a complete and
utter waste of time.

Well, why didn't
you tell Mullett that?

Because this is
Mullett's brain-wave.

Well, at least it is
until nothing happens,

then the whole thing
will be my crummy idea.

Hello.

I see the neighbors are up.

Now what's he doing?

He's thinking.

Oh, dear I must give
up this filthy habit.

Oh, that feels empty,

perhaps I'm hungry.

Oh yeah, yeah,
I definitely look hungry.

I'll go off and make
myself some Haute Cuisine.

You know, steak pie,
chips and mushy peas.

Goodnight.

Knock, knock.

Oh, I can
hardly see a thing.

Here, let me, Mrs C.

Oh, thank you, Frank.

Very nice.

Lovely.

I'll be downstairs

if you need anything.

Right.

Thank you, Frank.

What the hell
are we doing here?

Gypsy cream?

It strikes me as odd,

that no one around
here remembers her,

an attractive young
woman like that.

I couldn't say.

Why, because you've
been told not to?

You're very pally with
Edward Gull, aren't you?

He's my solicitor.

What was so important

that you had
to bend his ear

on the courthouse
steps, I wonder?

That's my own business.

I don't know this part of
Denton, at all, you know.

We abide by the
law in Holly Grove.

Oh, yeah.

I'm looking for
somewhere to live.

Do you think I'd
like it round here?

I really couldn't say.

Did you see
Jonathan Meyerbridge

at any time, here,
in Holly Grove on Tuesday?

I did not.

Did you leave the shop

at any time that
Tuesday morning?

Only afterwards...

when I came
back from church.

I went to my home
for a few minutes.

Oh, yeah, where's that,
up stairs, isn't it?

No, I don't
use my rooms here.

I have a house opposite.

You went to call
Jonathan Meyerbridge.

Why?

Did I?

I really cannot
remember who I called.

Oh yeah, it was
Jonathan Meyerbridge.

One minute
twenty seconds I've checked.

I cannot recall.

Oh well, must push on.

No rest for the wicked.

I tell you one thing.

I'll have half a pound
of them sausages.

(Door opening and footsteps)

How did you get in here?

Miss Philips' keys.

I see you
tidied the place up.

Changed the sheets.

I said that Jonathan
could use these rooms.

I never saw the
young woman come in here.

See no evil,
hear no evil.

Who were you phoning
just now from your place?

Was it Edward Gull?

To ask him
what you should do?

Jack.

Mr. Meyerbridge is here
with his solicitor.

Oh, wonderful.

Is the jungle room empty?

It's free.

All right, put
him in there, I'll be
with you in a minute.

Right.

Frank, give Mr. Sykes
a five minute break,

so he can stretch his legs.

Then meet me in the main
interview room, will you?

Mr. Meyerbridge feels

there have been
misunderstandings

in the three interviews
conducted with him.

My client has
prepared a statement,

which describes in detail

his relationship
with Miss Philips.

I trust this will end
the needless intrusion

into his private affairs.

In detail.

Not much for two years
of being in love, is it.

It wasn't love.

Well, four hundred pounds
a month is a bit steep,

for someone you didn't love.

Oh, I see that your
client hasn't informed you.

Well, this is the four
hundred pounds a month

in used notes,

paid into the young woman's
bank account every month.

Mr. Meyerbridge, was
Vicky blackmailing you?

No, I simply
wanted to reward her.

Did your wife know
about this largesse?

My wife has no
knowledge of this.

Inspector, I think
it would be propitious

for my client and I

to discuss this
matter further

before helping you
with your enquiries.

Fine, we have no reason to
keep you here any longer.

But just before
you do run away,

can you tell me

why you closed
that account last month.

Because the relationship
had come to an end.

Oh, I see.

So Vicky was bonking
someone else on Tuesday.

She didn't waste much time.

You're right, it
couldn't have been love.

Mr. Meyerbridge, you
and Vicky used to meet

regularly in a room
above Mr. Sykes.

Can you tell
me the last time

you arranged
to meet her there?

It must have
been some time ago.

It's a direct question,

give me a date.

My client doesn't remember.

Does he decide
everything for you?

Oh, Mr. Gull,

would you like
to join us next door?

We're going to
interview Mr. Sykes

I will send someone
from my office.

Mr. Gull has left?

Yes, I'm sorry.

He had to go.

I don't want anyone else.

Well, we don't
need anyone else.

Would you like
a cup of tea?

He's left me.

'Man that is in honor,

and understandeth not,

is like the
beasts that perish'.

What's that the bible,

or Shakespeare?

I see you've
cut your fingers.

There they were

together all those days,

directly above my head.

taking me for a poor fool.

How did you find out?

I heard her laughing,

at me, I expect.

I saw her leave,

then a few minutes
later Jonathan left.

I went upstairs.

All those months
he was reduced to this.

I thought of
killing him at first.

I couldn't get the
idea out of my mind.

I felt he
should be punished

for what he had done.

Yes,

she was to
blame, wasn't she?

You knew what
time she arrived.

You knew she always
arrived on Tuesday,

so you waited for her car.

Who?

Vicky.

Vicky Philips.

Is that how it happened?

You just popped
out of your shop

for a couple of minutes.

Just a drop more
blood on your apron.

You've been into
the room, haven't you?

You can still
smell her perfume.

Good morning, Jack.

Morning.

Are we close to getting
a statement from Sykes?

No, he's still
rambling and confused.

Forensic haven't been able

to turn up any
matching blood

and none of his knives
matched the murder weapon.

We've got nothing on him.

We're going to let him go.

But he was able to
describe the injuries

in considerable detail.

So were half a dozen of
our so called newspapers.

For which one of our number

will receive a
nice little backhander.

She's being/been assaulted.

It's a car park,
but I don't know.

We know your
location, love.

What is your name?

Can you give me
your name, please?

Oh I don't know, it
sounds worse than before.

Is she saying
she's been assaulted?

Or she's being assaulted?

The lab says it's 'being'.

Yeah, well, I don't know.

What with all that racket

someone must have seen
her making that call.

How do you know
that Mr. Meyerbridge

was in the New Union
Hall at twelve o'clock,

Miss Holland?

If you didn't get
there until quarter past,

or later.

Because he always is.

He's very particular about
things, in timekeeping.

What about the
man behind the door?

You said there was
someone else in the church,

you saw, about what,
half past twelve.

I didn't find out.

Oh, I see.

Excuse me, all right.

And was Mr. Sykes
with you then?

No, he arrived at
exactly half past.

I see.

No, please, thank you.

G.

G. Holland.

What's the G stand for?

Gwendoline.

Gwendoline.

Very attractive
name, Gwendoline.

What exactly do
you do here, Gwendoline?

I give people
mortgage advice.

Mortgages.

Do you really.

I used to have one of those.

Mortgage.

I used to have a house.

You know, three-piece suite.

Two beds, suitcase
above the wardrobe.

All went up in flames.

It's all right,
no-one was hurt.

I live in an
institution now.

Along with all
the other inmates.

Much to my
Super's insistence.

He said that he
wouldn't let me sleep

in the cells anymore

because it was
lowering the tone.

Anyway,

you made a statement to my
Detective Sergeant about

the meeting in the New
Union Hall on Tuesday.

Yes.

Do you want to
amend that statement?

Do I need to?

No, no, no, no, no.

It's just that we put off
submitting these things,

in case someone
remembers something,

or someone gets confused.

We are human, you know.

I saw Jonathan Meyerbridge
at twelve-fifteen exactly.

Maybe you weren't
there at all at that time.

Your manager said that

you rushed out
of here on Tuesday.

Why, were you late?

No, I left my bag behind.

I had to come and
pick it up, that's all.

And how late
did that make you?

Sorry, I couldn't
help noticing, that,

do you never wear a watch?

No, my last one got broken

I just, I never replaced it.

Only there's no clock
in the New Union Hall.

So how would you know

it was 'exactly'
twelve-fifteen

when you supposedly
saw Jonathan Meyerbridge?

You like
Jonathan, don't you?

Yes.

He's a very
good-looking man.

He's very good man.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, everybody says so.

So, what's the truth

about him and Vicky?

They were madly in love.

And you were the alibi.

Should anyone ask.

When he was supposedly
up at the New Union Hall,

preparing his notes.

He confided in me.

What about Edward Gull?

Did he know?

He must have.

Because he
knows everything,

doesn't he, Gwen?

Yes.

And what about you?

Are you madly in love
with Jonathan Meyerbridge?

Someone's going
to see you like that.

Put the
curtain rails up then.

What time are you back?

Dawn.

You can go out you know.

We don't have a baby.

I've noticed that.

I'm not likely
to have one either.

Anyway,

who'd want to raise
a family in this dump?

Oh oh, here
comes the lecture.

Carole, we've
been here seven days.

I know.

I scratch 'em on
the bedroom walls.

Look, I thought coming
out to the sticks to live

would be a load of fun.

I'd have a few
trees to look at,

and you'd be in before
eleven every night.

But it ain't gonna
be like that, is it?

If I'm going
to be on my own,

I'd rather be in London.

I tell you, Denton,
Frank, it's...

I haven't got time
to argue with you.

Exactly.

Don't bother waiting up.

There she goes.

Bloody hell, Mrs C

You nearly gave me
a heart attack.

Who is she?

It's a new one.

It's always a
new one with him.

He likes novelty.

Sometimes they leave
the curtains open.

Why don't you
get a television

Iike everyone else?

I like this,

it's real life.

You always work
in twos do you?

On these jobs?

Oh, yes, yes, yeah, that's
right, yes, always, yes.

Oh.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Yeah, thanks.

You know where I am?

Yes.

If you need me?

Yes, okay, thanks.

Don't you ever leave
me alone with her again.

What's up?

Don't you trust yourself?

We don't need a warrant.

Oh, no.

Rubbish, Frank,

it's in the public domain.

Alright, here we are.

What are you doing, Guv?

Won't be a minute.

Quick, open
the back door.

Come on.

There you go.

What's this?

Listen to this stuff.

'The call is to
self-knowledge,

which is a painful process
we naturally shrink from'.

Oh, yes,

'It is the
prophesies of Isaiah,

throbbing with expectancy'.

God, the works of
a great writer, eh?

Now, whatever you do,
don't get excited.

Six inch, narrow blade.

Do you think they
lost the last one, Guv?

This is a very
special moment, Frank.

Hallelujah.

For what we are
about to receive,

may the Lord make
us truly thankful.

Amen.

(Doorbell)

Matthew.

Elbows.

On the nineteenth
of this month

you purchased
a kitchen knife

from Abott's,
in Knighton Lane.

Yes.

One of our knives was
missing, I replaced it.

Did you ever find
out what had happened
to this missing knife?

Well,at first I thought
it must have been

accidentally thrown
out with the rubbish.

Then what?

Then what did you think?

I thought Milly
may have taken it.

She is still unable to ask
for everything she wants.

And what would she want
with one of your knives?

I have no idea.

Do you know what
I keep asking myself?

I keep asking how
would you notice

that a kitchen
knife was missing?

You don't cook.

If you're
going to continue,

I would like my
solicitor to be present.

Give Gull a call, will you.

This interview is
suspended at 1402.

Guv.

That's interesting, Frank.

(Doorbell)

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

Mr. Gull?

Are you not working today?

I am unwell.

What do you want?

I've got some
bad news, I'm afraid.

A member of your church
has just killed himself.

That was a nasty
moment just now, wasn't it?

You thought I was
talking about Jonathan.

Sticking your neck
out a bit, aren't you?

You and your
good reputation?

Is he worth it? Is he?

I've been watching
you and Meyerbridge.

I think that you're
unnaturally fond of him.

He was falling in love
with Vicky, wasn't he?

You couldn't bear that.

You were jealous.

That's about the
truth of it, isn't it?

You oaf.

You can't get
anywhere with this case,

and rather
than admit that,

you want it
taken away from you.

Well I'll be
most happy to oblige.

You'd better get dressed.

Jonathan Meyerbridge
is in custody.

He wants to see you.

I did not murder
Vicky Philips

but I did see her
at Holly Grove.

She had begged
to see me again.

She wrote letters,
which I destroyed.

She telephoned me.

And I agreed to
see her once more.

You agreed a time.

It was to be before
the scripture meeting.

I parked some distance
from Holly Grove.

I didn't want Si...

Mr. Sykes to see
me or my car.

And when I arrived,

her car was the
only one there.

What time was this?

It was about,

twenty past twelve.

I was going to be
late for the meeting,

but I wanted to deal
with this there and then.

I wanted to
get it over with.

I don't know exactly
what time I saw...

the body.

I panicked and I ran.

I wish to see Mr. Frost.

Well, if you
would like to wait,

someone will help
you as soon as possible.

Now.

Did you murder
Vicky Philips?

Say yes, if you mean yes.

Otherwise,
say you did not.

Do you wish to
make a statement?

She deserved it.

You don't have
to say anything more.

But you do want to say
more, don't you, Ruth?

Hadn't she been a
thorn in your side?

Everything would
have been perfect

if she just wasn't there.

Yes.

I would like to request some
time alone with my client.

Ruining people's lives.

What did you
do with the knife?

I disposed of it.

Whereabouts?

Your clothes would
have been covered in blood.

Where did you
dispose of them?

I think I...

You were in the
playing field with Milly,

between twelve-fifteen
and one o'clock.

Of course.

My client wishes to
retract her statement.

Do you wish to
retract your statement?

No.

Nash, go and check her
story with Milly, will you?

Right, Guv.

Would you perjure
yourself to protect them?

I don't know
what that means.

Would you tell a lie,

to protect
Mr. and Mrs. Meyerbridge.

I still don't know
what you mean.

You said you were
with Ruth Meyerbridge

when the murder
was committed.

I didn't know what
you were gonna ask me.

Yeah, I was with her.

I know the times exactly,

I get the time
checks off my radio.

Please leave me alone.

Ruth Meyerbridge.

I'm not going to charge
you with wasting my time.

You came here in
here out of desperation,

to defend your husband,

who I also am
not going to charge.

Sit down.

But, if you'd all helped
with this investigation

at the outset,

your friend Mr. Sykes

would still be alive.

Of course, it
could still be her.

Who's that?

Ruth Meyerbridge.

I mean, her only alibi
is the live-in, right,

who'd say anything,
wouldn't she,

keep everything sweet.

I mean, I've seen someone
do a fake confession

Iike that before

it's like, they're
trying to take the blame.

What is fake.

She did it for love.

I don't see how
you can know that, Guv.

Experience.

The balloon's up.

Let's go.

Tell you what, I'm gonna
miss those sandwiches.

Come on, come on!

All right, come on,
just don't lose him.

Hurry up, hurry up!

All right, let's
overtake him, shall we?

Let's block him in.

Police.

On the ground!

Now!

Get down!

Now!

Don't you bloody move!

We could have done with
some firearms out there.

All right, don't gloat.

It could have
been very different.

Anyway, Mullett's not
going to make you a DI

on the strength of
recovering three lawn mowers

and a shed full of
Victorian garden furniture.

He's not our
Ram Raider, is he?

Excuse me.

He had forty mowers
in that bloody shed.

Well, that's forty crimes
solved in one night,

it's quite a clear-up rate.

The computer's going to
notice us next month, Jack.

True.

Are you buying?

You've seen me
drinking before.

In the past.

Which is
where I wanna be.

I loved Vicky.

More than you love me?

More than your children?

It's different,
it's different.

She didn't pity me.

Will you please
go and lie down.

On my bed,
or your bed?

How dare you
say such a thing.

It's not even dark.

You think I
killed her don't you?

Whatever happened,
I would forgive you.

Guv, listen to this.

This is new from forensic.

And we'll have that
record straight after.....

Where's the woman?

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

We know your location, love.

What is your name?

'Safeguard your
children's future

with Royal Southern. '

It's County Radio.

Well?

It was being broadcast
when the woman called in.

Guv, it's her radio.

We're a couple of fools,

aren't we, Milly?

Are we?

Oh yes.

It was Mr. Gull, wasn't it?

He was the one
who told you to say

that you were with
Ruth up in the playground.

He gave you
the perfect alibi.

Yeah?

And after you'd done it,

you telephoned the
police from the car park.

You switched your radio on

so we wouldn't be able to
hear your voice properly.

Why did you do it, Milly?

Was it because
you fancied him?

It wasn't that.

Jonathan was gonna leave.

He was going to
shack up with her.

How did you know that?

Because I listen.

Stupid cow.

She thought she could
take him away from us,

his family.

She wanted to
buy a flat with him.

They used to talk
about it on the phone.

And you thought you would
have to find somewhere new.

But it's good she's gone.

Jonathan doesn't
know that yet.

No.

I expect he'll
come to realize it,

in time.

Is that what
you were wearing?

The knife's
in there as well.

All right.

I'll take care
of everything.

Matthew's birthday.

I'll just leave it here.

Bit crowded, isn't it son.

I suppose you've
just dumped all this
on here, have you.

No, I'm turning
over a new leaf.

I'm shoving all
mine in my drawers.

Seventeen.

Milly will be the same
age as Meyerbridge

when she gets out.

But she'll
still be just a kid.

You know, she asked me

if I could get her
a cell to herself.

I said they only
give those to people

who've been very very bad.

I hope they look after her.

Who's that, Guv?

I thought you should
be the first to know.

You're having a baby.

I'm going to
leave the force.

Bit quick, isn't it.

Yeah, well,
it's not gonna work.

If I stay,
I'll lose my wife.

Well, you don't
want to do that.

Yeah.

You know, she misses
her family and stuff.

Yeah.

But you've
got a future, son.

Not without her
I haven't, Guv,

I would never
have given it up.

Well, with respect, Sir,

you and I are
very different.

Yes, yeah,
I expect you're right.

So, uh...

I'll tell Mr. Mullett
in the morning.

You've got the makings
of a very good copper.

Do you want a lift?

No.

I've got my expenses to do.

I'll see you in
the morning then.

Yes.

Eight o'clock on the dot.