All language subtitles for S04E04 - Lone Voyager

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[ringing]

Right-o.

Right.

Hello?

You all right, Ted?

Yeah, right, I'll be there in two ticks.

Yeah. Bye.

She ain't bad. And look.

She left the tender.

[knocking]

Ben Tresize?

My name's Walker, and my wife uses her own name.

Detective Inspector Lane.

Thanks for coming.

Just need to get a few details.

Um-- when did your wife leave?

Um, first thing in the morning, uh, yesterday.

OK.

And when did she say she'd be back?

Well, she didn't actually tell me she was leaving.

Well, Paula would take the yacht out the way

most people would go for an early morning horse ride.

Have you contacted the coast guard?

Yeah.

There's been no signs of the Lone Voyager,

and the radar hasn't picked anyting up.

But conditions have been good.

Would you like a cup of tea, or something?

Thank you.

Did Paula have a passport with her?

Um-- no.

Money?

Credit cards?

Not a bean.

But she didn't take the tender, so she must have expected

to, uh, return to [inaudible].

Mm.

Well, if anyone can handle a yacht,

I expect Paula Tresize can.

Quite.

Thanks.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

I remember all the excitement when she

sailed solo around the world.

I was still at college at the time.

Were you two married then?

No.

We met soon after.

What's she been doing since then?

Oh, plenty.

She's just licensed out her name for a new line of sportsware.

And she owns a vegetarian restaurants at [inaudible]..

Paula never had a problem finding

backers for her multifarious enterprises.

I'm 10 years younger than she is.

Since you were wondering.

Was I?

Oi.

You.

What?

I want a word with you.

What's your problem?

Thanks for dropping me in it.

My custody record was correct.

I just wrote what happened.

Like hell.

You lied through your teeth.

Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

I did nothing wrong, and you know it.

Facts are facts.

My record's clean.

What about yours?

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

What exactly did you say to the investigation?

Investigation?

Inquisition, more like.

Stevens brought in that bitch, LePage,

and she tried every way to get me.

Give them half your life, and that's how they treat you.

Stevens wants both of us out.

Yeah.

It's everyone for himself now, mate.

I'm off.

And not just for the day--

I'm taking out a retirement.

They can stuff themselves.

The only one being stuffed round here is me!

Paula leaves the running of the farm to me.

I leave the sailing to her.

You're looking at a landlubber who married an around the world

yachtswoman.

I can see you do a good job.

She inherited it from her father.

I'd been hired by him to look after his horses.

That's how we met.

It's a tough time.

Why?

He died of Alzheimer's disease.

They do say it can be worse for the family than

for the sufferer.

For Paula to suddenly realize that the man she most respected

in her life just didn't know her anymore was unbearable.

He had to have literally everything done for him.

And then his mind went completely.

But we did what we could.

OK.

Well, try not to worry.

We'll circulate Paula as a missing person, and--

let's just just hope.

All right.

Well-- thank you.

It's my job.

She can't have got far.

Why?

Because she didn't take the tender?

Not just that.

The long voyager's rudder was damaged.

Meant to fix it.

Never got around to it.

How did it get damaged?

Somebody had been at it.

Vandalism?

Sure enough.

She's the type who has no trouble making enemies.

Did Paula suspect anybody?

She never said.

She was trying to buy some land.

Couple of miles inland.

Wanted to make a nature reserve, or some daft thing.

Would mean shutting down the local China clay drying plant.

Hm.

That'd put a few men out of work, wouldn't it?

Stir up some strong feelings, all right.

Not that that would bother Paula.

Quite headstrong, she is.

Where is this plant?

Just north of Drayton.

Do you know the China clay drying plant?

Yeah.

One by the Davis brothers.

Pair of roughnecks.

Currently out for GBH.

Some bother with new age travelers.

Did the husband mention anything suspicious?

No.

He doesn't actually seem that worried.

He, uh, runs a stud farm.

Leaves the sailing, and the wheeling and dealing to Paula.

He's-- he's quite a charmer.

Right up your street, then, eh?

Well, if you've got the time, stay in touch with him.

See what develops.

OK.

If you ask me, she's done a disappearing act to get back

in the limelight, hasn't she?

Where's he off to?

Um-- to see Stevens, I think.

I want this dispensed immediately.

Do you have a moment, sir?

Charles.

How are you keeping?

I was hoping for a word.

I gather we have a missing celebrity.

You mean Paula Tresize?

We've had the London press on to us.

Any developments?

Not yet.

I wanted to talk to you about the Kersey case.

I've had a progress report from the Superintendent LePage,

and it looks as if disciplinary charges will be in order.

But that could result in his dismissal from the force.

Aggressive questioning of a suspect.

Failure to maintain proper records of an interview.

Failure to provide necessary support

to a vulnerable person who subsequently

committed suicide in his cell.

If DI Kersey is found guilty of any of these charges,

then he should be dismissed.

But none of them can be proved,

except one single transgression that

he interviewed a suspect and-- and didn't write up his notes.

OK, Charles, turn off the flashing light and pull over.

The investigation is ongoing.

I don't expect a full report for some days yet.

Now, about Paula Tresize--

what are you doing about finding her?

What would you suggest I do, sir?

Well, you could start by making it look like we're

taking a positive interest.

Once we've got something to go on, I'll do that, sir.

No news yet.

God.

Not a sign of anything?

What is it with him?

Does he get sadistic pleasure out of keeping

me hanging on like this, eh?

Doug.

LePage hasn't finished the investigation yet.

I know he's asking a lot of you, but you've

got to learn to be patient.

You know, these things can take weeks.

You know Derek Cannon's getting out, don't you?

Stevens wants rid of me, too.

I'm not his kind of copper.

I'm not his kind of person, full stop.

He's feeling that leg a bit.

All right.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

It's all right.

He's all right.

Put him in the stable, and we'll look at him after.

Hello.

Hi.

Any news?

No.

I'm afraid not.

I was wondering if you knew anything about some land

your wife was trying to buy?

Oh, why?

Apparently there was some bad feeling?

Well, we had some hate mail, but surely that--

Do you still have that?

Yeah.

Um-- The lease held on the land by the China clay drying plant

has run out.

Paula wanted to clear the site and create

an otter sanctuary there.

These are nasty.

Mhm.

Did Paula report this?

No.

Well, when you're in the public eye, that sort of garbage

is a price you have to pay.

Do you mind if I take these?

No.

There is another letter.

It's in the kitchen.

Shall I go and get it?

Thanks.

Smells good.

It's cornish fish soup.

Um-- would you like a taste?

Careful. It's hot.

Mm.

Delicious.

You're the first person to taste it.

I'm honored.

My own variation of a classic recipe.

Which is?

Cornish fish soup with lemongrass.

Lemongrass isn't Cornish.

Artistic license.

Stay for lunch.

I'm afraid I can't.

All right.

I must give you the recipe.

Thanks.

The next time you go sailing, I hope you become fish food.

It's two different handwritings.

Two Davis brothers.

Well, there's no proof they damaged the yacht.

Do we have any samples of their handwriting?

Yeah.

We've got two written statements from when they assaulted

that new age traveler.

He got a broken arm and 11 stitches to the head.

The Davis' claim they were provoked.

There's not a scratch on them, of course.

Let's pay them a visit.

Get those off to the handwriting expert.

And run a check on the prints.

Deskbound, am I?

Our two novices still need an eye kept on them.

I don't know.

Transfer Dixon and [inaudible],, and give us a couple of--

Well, here they'll be set a good example, won't they?

Sir.

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Detective Inspector Lane.

Oh, yeah?

What do you lot want now?

Pete Davis?

I'm Ken.

Pete's in the dryer.

OK.

Any squatters been whining again?

We're hear about Paula Tresize.

That cow.

Hope they [inaudible].

LANE: Pete Davis?

Something I can do for you, my love?

Detective Inspector Lane.

I'm here about Paula Tresize.

Liquid China clay comes down here from the China clay pit

about three miles away, up on the moore.

No gravity, nothing else.

No pumps.

Our great grandfather put in the pipes that bring it here.

He built them chimneys, the workshops, the lot.

His generation took pride in their work.

Now Paula Tresize wants to tear it all down.

And what for?

So the blooming otters can frolick here.

When we was lads, it was 400 of us working here.

Seven days a week, day and night.

Now we're down to 40, fighting tooth and nail

just to keep the place going.

This is Pete.

Either of you been down to Pembroek Harbor recently?

What, with our buckets and spades?

Or was that new key?

Somebody vandalized Paula Tresize's yacht.

Oh, yeah?

Poor little Paula.

Now, that's criminal damage.

And since she's now missing in it,

it could well prove to be something much more serious.

And there's been hate mail.

Upset her, did it?

No.

It didn't bother her at all, actually.

It bothers me, though.

Making threats-- death threats--

is another very serious offense.

Where were you both last Wednesday?

Here.

All day.

What do you have, Cyril?

A woman.

I'd say late 30s to mid 40s.

Does she look like Paula Tresize to you?

Little difficult to tell with that amount of mustache.

Hair looks right.

Shot at close range with both barrels of a shotgun.

Here?

No, up there.

Found a shoe that appears to be the victim's Looks as

though she held up her hands to shield herself as she was shot.

And then she was pushed over the cliff?

Or fell.

It appears the assailant came down and concealed the body.

Any footprints?

Tire marks?

Oh, nothing.

It's been raining cats and dogs.

And elephants, probably, the way things are all churned up here.

The dumper trucks.

Murder weapon?

Nothing so far.

Any identification?

Nope.

OK.

While she's in the morgue, I'll try and get her identified.

Is this pit in regular use?

Naw.

It's been out of use for over six months.

Only opened it up again this week.

So whoever put that body there didn't expect it to be found.

The Davis brothers come here often?

Can't keep them away.

It was after a chat in the morning with the lads.

Well, they must have known that this pit

was going to be reopened.

Not really.

Head office only decided it the weekend.

OK.

Thanks for that.

So neither of you saw anything, or heard anything?

Times is hard, but we still gotta get home to Ket.

Either of you own a shotgun?

We've got licenses.

Where do you store your guns?

In the end cupboard, there.

You keep those in here?

It's crawling with fat, juicy pheasants round here.

That should be kept locked.

Better take them in.

Let forensic have a look at them.

You won't be leaving the area, will you?

As if us could afford holiday.

We hated the old cow, but we didnt' do her in.

Who?

Paula Tresize.

Who said anything about the dead woman being Paula Tresize?

So why are you suspecting us, then?

Should I suspect you?

Won't catch us shedding no tears for her.

But that ain't the same as murder.

I did hear something.

Which night was this?

Oh-- middle of the week?

Maybe two or three nights ago.

I remember, cause she was out of it.

No, I weren't.

You're always out of it when you get your gyro.

What did you hear?

Sounded like a gunshot.

Real late, from over there.

From the direction of the clay pit?

And what time was this?

About 2:00 in the morning.

Did you see anyone?

Naw.

I was kicked in the van.

But I heard a motor coming up the lane.

It sounded like-- - It was a lorry.

What?

Exactly the same kind of lorry those Davis animals drive.

Drop it.

They're checking out a murder here.

I suppose they ain't threatening

to murder us the whole time.

Making false statements to the police

is an extremely serious offense.

Jumped a totally harmless guy collecting firewood

and put him into hospital, they did.

Sounded like a diesel.

Four wheel drive.

Maybe a Range Rover.

I'm afraid I should warn you, she's quite damaged.

Until this moment, I never believed the Paula might be--

dead.

Um-- - It's OK.

It's OK.

You ready?

Yeah.

No, it's not Paula.

Thank you, Ben.

I think I know who that was.

Well, she looked like Paula's doctor.

Her name's Joanna Harris.

General practitioner.

She was originally from Wales, 45 years of age, and unmarried.

Dr. Harris insisted on a view of the river.

Is this her furniture?

No.

These flats come furnished.

What happened to Dr. Harris' personal belongings?

Shipped out last weekend.

Where to to?

Canada.

She was just about to immigrate there.

I dropped her deposit back round two days, but she weren't here.

Place was freezing.

She must already have been--

funny.

It felt ominous.

Did she get many visitors?

No.

Boyfriends?

None that I ever saw.

But she was getting it, all right.

I'm sorry?

You can tell, can't you?

Can you?

How?

A couple of months ago, I popped round in the afternoon

to unblock the sink.

She had the chain on the door, and wouldn't let me in.

She was wearing a dressing gown.

Goodness.

Perhaps she just felt under the weather.

She looked right caught out to me.

And I could hear someone using the shower.

Well, perhaps she'd left the shower running.

After she shut the door on me, I heard

her say to someone, he's gone.

Did you hear another voice?

Well, as I was driving away, I noticed a Range

Rover at the end of the lane.

Can you remember the color?

Dark green, I think.

Paula Tresize owns a dark green Range Rover.

I've found it!

Nice piece.

Golden bobs, there.

Looks as if it's been kept in perfect working

order up until now.

Agreed.

I'd hazard a guess that it dates from between 1890 and 1900.

Right.

Well, Doug, go see if the serial number

was ever logged with us.

Well, I'll give it a go, but these old weapons are

handed down through the family.

They never get registered.

Oh, yeah.

And, um-- Joanna Harris shipped all her belongings to Canada,

so get someone to chase up all the shipping firms.

Right.

I'll get the two kids onto it.

Would you like to hazard a guess

as to the time of the murder?

I knew you'd ask that, Charles.

No, thank you.

No, it's been a great help.

Yeah, bye.

Any [inaudible]? - Not yet, sir.

No, sir.

The shotgun, sir.

Um-- the serial number was never logged,

but I've just been on the phone to an antique gun

dealer in Plymouth.

There were only five of these ever manufactured,

and he knew one person who had one.

Paula Tresize's father.

Could Paula Tresize be capable of murder?

Yeah, it's definitely Paula's.

She kept it after her father died.

I didn't even notice it was missing.

But then again, I never used it.

Paula used it?

Yeah.

Whenever she had a hard day, she liked nothing better than to go

outside and blast away.

Just at clay pigeons, I hope?

Oh, yeah.

I didn't mean--

Where'd she keep the ammunition?

In the drawer there.

There's two missing.

Well, Paula must have started a new box.

We'll take these in.

Ben, it's possible that Paula's gun

was used to kill Joanna Harris.

No, it's not possible.

Paula would never have done that.

Were Paula and Joanna Harris close?

Close?

What do you mean, close?

Were they especially friendly?

They a perfectly normal doctor patient relationship.

Yes.

Detective Constable Fincham, Southwest Constabulary.

I'm running a check on a Dr. Joanna

Harris, who recently shipped her belongings to Canada.

You recall the name?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Penwell, Cornwall.

I see.

Sir?

Yeah?

Such a tragedy.

How often did Paula Tresize visit Dr. Harris?

Well, no more than usual.

Twice in the last six months.

When was the last time?

Oh.

Three weeks ago.

No, that's wrong.

Paula Tresize didn't come here.

Joanna went out to her.

Was that an emergency caller?

No.

We don't put those in this book.

So what did she--

If one of the doctors arranges to pay a home visit

to a patient, it usually means they have

something serious to discuss.

Any idea what?

Certainly not.

Don't you have Paula Tresize's files here?

No.

They would be kept in Joanna's surgery.

Was Joanna seeing anyone?

I never saw her with anybody.

But once or twice I heard her on the phone,

arranging to meet somebody at her flat.

Whoever it was, they certainly seemed to raise her spirits.

She'd be walking on air for the rest of the day.

Did you catch a name?

Who she was speaking to?

No.

Was it a man, or a woman?

Well, one assumes it was a man, doesn't one?

But I never actually heard the voice at the other end.

[phone ringing]

Surgery.

Yes, just a moment.

It's for you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Uh-- we've got something interesting here.

We got hold of the shipping company Joanna Harris

was using. - So where are her things?

Oh, don't ask.

Could be [inaudible] by now.

But she wasn't shipping her gear to Canada.

She was shipping it to New Zealand.

I see.

OK.

Thanks, Doug.

Good work.

Did you know Joanna Harris was moving abroad?

Yes.

To Canada.

What's this?

It's a database for doctors.

Linked to the internet.

Joanna was always using it to double check every diagnosis.

Senior doctors in the practice didn't really approve.

That's funny.

Paula Tresize's file is here, but all

her case notes are missing.

Well, the handwriting expert came back.

He's confirmed it was the Davis boys behind the hate mail

to Paula Tresize.

Mhm.

The Davis' may connect to Paula, but it's Joanna

Harris who's the murder victim.

And we don't have any tangible link between them and her,

do we?

Joanna, she's-- single, lonely.

She's telling everyone she's emigrating

to Canada when, in fact, she's going to New Zealand.

So how does she connect to Paula?

Rich, successful local celebrity.

Married to somebody half her age.

Why would somebody murder a doctor?

Don't shoot the messenger.

I'm sorry?

The divers who found it didn't look inside,

so we've got a-- we've got a police diving team standing

by to do a proper search.

OK?

Yeah.

You don't have to out with us, you know?

No, I want to do this.

There's nobody on board, but I found this deck shoe.

What are the chances of finding a body?

Unlikely.

The current from here goes straight into the Irish sea.

Sorry, Ben.

Joanna Harris visited Paula three weeks ago at your house.

Why'd she do that?

It was in the appointments book at Dr. Harris' surgery.

I have no idea.

If you're Ben--

I know.

Ask him about Dr. Harris.

And her relationship with Paula.

Yeah.

You remind me of Paula.

A battler in a man's world.

Yeah, well, I do tend to put work first.

That's what attracted me to her.

Her determination.

Her self-motivation.

Marriage to her has been a roller coaster.

Did you know Joanna Harris well?

Nope.

Hardly at all.

When was the last time you spoke to her?

Oh, she called me about a month ago.

Said she was concerned about Paula.

About her health?

About her mental health.

She was worried that Paula was on the verge

of some kind of breakdown.

She'd been working round the clock.

Trying to buy the land for the otter sanctuary

had turned into a major headache.

She was becoming a little strained.

Even, uh-- irrational.

In what way?

Well, she would flare up over nothing.

Which wasn't like her.

Lucy-- you've been such a help to me throughout all this.

I was wondering, would it be--

permissible-- for you and I to have dinner together?

That sounds very formal.

Well, because of your position,

I don't know how else to put it.

Ben-- what about Paula?

I just need a shoulder to lean on, Lucy.

That's all.

That would be very nice.

Perhaps when this is all over?

Right.

Thank you.

I just heard from the salvage team.

It looks like the yacht was deliberately scuttled.

Sir, um--

I think I should tell you--

I think Ben just asked me to have dinner with him.

Getting in too deep.

No, no.

I just-- I just find that kind of behavior very disturbing.

You know, so soon after Paula's disappearance.

What's all this?

It's the print out of all the inquiries Joanna Harris

made to the Medifile database.

Got anything.

On the morning before she visited Paula Tresize,

she made an inquiry about Alzheimer's disease.

Paula Tresize's father died from Alzheimer's disease.

DC Miller.

Right.

Thanks.

Joanna Harris' belongings have arrived, sir.

Good work.

All of you.

Right here, Paula Tresize's yacht turned up.

But no body?

Looks like she murdered her GP and then sailed

away, intending to end it all.

Did you want to talk to me about DI Kersey, sir?

You've, uh, seen the campaign in the local press?

Yes.

I've asked Superintendent LePage

to conclude her investigation as soon as possible.

When I forward the report to the Police Complaints Authority,

I intend to recommend disciplinary charges.

Kersey's a good copper.

He deserves better than that.

Even if Kersey was an exemplary police officer,

it wouldn't make the slightest difference.

This is about how the police is perceived.

So we could end up sacrificing a good man

just to clean up our image?

A suspect died while in the custody of my force.

The buck stops here, Charles.

I think it now stops with DI Kersey, doesn't it, sir?

Sgt. Cannon's story conflicts with Doug Kersey's.

Only one of them can be telling the truth.

Or neither.

As you know, we've got rid of Sgt. Cannon.

I want to suspend DI Kersey from duty

while the charges are considered.

With respect, sir, the charges against Kersey

do not warrant suspension.

Hasn't he been put through enough?

What DI Kersey is going through is irrelevant.

[inaudible]

What?

The boss in the steams a long time, isn't he?

Sir?

You order these? - Yes, Max.

Thank you.

That's great.

Well, at least she had some fond memories of Cornwall.

Look at this.

This is Ben's recipe for Cornish fish soup with lemongrass.

It's a little charm number he pulls.

He told me this recipe was unique.

So unique, he'd already given it to Joanna Harris.

He probably even cooked it for her.

Well, it appears Ben's not all he seems.

There was nothing on him at CRO, so I got into Plymouth,

where he grew up.

I've got a file here that says he had a tough childhood.

He was born Davenport, single mother was an alcoholic.

He was dumped in children's homes from the age of nine.

He ran off, and was listed as an absconder more than once

with the local--

Can we have a quick word, Doug?

Yes, sir.

Um, there's more.

I'm expecting a telephone call, OK?

OK.

I've always tried to play it fair.

Play it straight.

By the book.

My book, sometimes, I know, but one little oversight,

and I am being done up like a kipper.

Never, ever prejudge a verdict, Doug.

[inaudible] blunder after, isn't it?

Can go either way.

Pull yourself together, now.

Hang on in there. - Hang on to what, though?

The thing is, Doug, the press have got Stevens rattled.

He wanted to suspend you for the duration.

And to change his mind, I told him

you're doing a first class job.

And that's what you are.

And that you're needed around here.

Now show him I was right.

Appreciate it.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Right.

That call just came through, Doug.

Yeah?

While he was in his teens, Ben shacked up

with a rich foster mother.

Her relatives kicked up a stink over a bequest.

She subsequently left him.

Their relationship had already been considered questionable.

Where did this come from?

Came out of the inquest--

into her death.

What?

She apparently drowned while on holiday with Ben in Corfu.

They'd gone for a romantic little midnight dip together.

No witnesses.

Tell us about when Paula's father had Alzheimer's.

Well, you can imagine how difficult it was for her.

She couldn't communicate with him,

and she had to spoonfeed him like a baby three times a day.

I see.

Was Paula ever suicidal?

No.

Never.

Yet she behaved like somebody who intended to end it all.

Sailing away like that.

She may even have scuttled the boat herself.

Why would want to kill herself?

What if she believed she too had Alzheimer's?

Why would she think that?

Perhaps somebody gave her the wrong information.

We've just been to see Paula's solicitor, Ben.

He told us that before Paula disappeared,

she signed all her assets over to you?

Yeah.

Well, Paula was worried that she'd overreached herself,

and this was her way of protecting

her assets from the creditors.

Rubbish.

Paula's business interests were booming.

You see, if Paula did believe she had

Alzheimer's, that would have been

the logical thing to have done.

Sign everything over to you before she came too

ill to manage her own affairs.

Well, you've lost me completely.

All right.

Dr. Harris appears to have been a lonely and insecure woman.

What if she came under the influence

of a strong willed person?

Say a man she was having an affair with?

Someone forceful and charming?

Like yourself, Ben?

Me?

Someone she believed she was going to start a new life with.

In New Zealand.

As if I'd settle down with Joanna.

How dare you?

My wife might be dead, and you've come here to accuse me

of having an affair.

How dare you?

Get out.

You too, Lucy.

Get out.

Detective Inspector Lane to you.

Whatever.

I presume Paula was a strong swimmer?

Don't answer that.

Can we just check something?

Certainly.

That orange thing--

you know, that-- that windchaser Paula was wearing in the photo?

[shouting]

[shouting]

What do you think you're doing?

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

We want them off of here, once and for all.

There are legal ways of doing that.

Yeah, if you've got all the time in the world.

Better that than ending up in jail.

Who'd run your business, then?

Then we just put up with them squatting here?

Until this is legally resolved, yes.

You've got to learn to be tolerant.

[inaudible] all right.

Come on.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Where did you get this from?

Get off of me.

Tell her.

I ain't telling them nothing.

She got it from her.

Paula Tresize.

The nights were the worst.

The stranger that my father had become.

Rant and rave in the darkness for hours.

How could I face that?

So you took the yacht out, and you scuttled her?

But I wasn't ready to--

so I swam ashore.

Tagged along with the travelers.

Most of them are running away from something, too.

I just want to be left in peace.

I don't want anybody I know to watch me lose my mind,

or try to stop me when it's time to--

You0 don't have Alzheimer's, Paula.

But I get clumsy.

I forget things.

That was your imagination.

You really mean I--

I don't?

Definitely not.

Joanna Harris lied to you.

Dr. Harris didn't tell me.

Ben did.

Ben did?

Well, Dr. Harris was with him.

She was very nervous.

Well, she knew she was throwing her career away.

[knocking]

We've got Ben Walker, sir.

Hey!

Doug!

We picked him up trying to board

the Plymouth [inaudible] ferry.

Your husband's under arrest, Paula.

For the murder of Joanna Harris.

She's been murdered?

By Ben?

No!

Did Ben often use your Range Rover?

You don't have to answer that.

Did you know he was seeing Joanna Harris?

What are you getting at?

Ben persuaded Joanna Harris to lie to you

about having Alzheimer's.

Thinking that it would have an effect on you.

Why on earth would Ben do that?

He wanted your money.

That's not true.

It cannot be true.

Of course it isn't true.

After you sailed away, somebody drove Joanna Harris up

to the China clay pit and killed her

using your father's shotgun.

So you think that's why Ben did--

no.

You're absolutely wrong.

This is absurd.

Did Ben ever use the gun?

Yes.

I gave it to him.

I don't like guns.

So what?

He only used them to shoot clay pigeons.

We have a very strong case against your husband, Paula.

No way.

Now, you listen to me--

unless you stop this nonsense immediately and withdraw

this ridiculous charge against Ben,

I shall go straight to your superiors.

Do you understand?

I don't think you clearly appreciate

who you're dealing with here.

Now, don't worry.

We'll get you a lawyer.

The best ever is.

He'll need it.

Come on.

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