All language subtitles for S05E05 - Scope

[theme music]

[waves crashing]

[music playing]

How are you?

I'm all right.

Fine.

Very helpful, Stephen.

Thanks.

A great pleasure.

You could have just sent young Joe by himself.

Ah, no.

No.

It's of a personal interest to make sure that the point

is put over clearly.

Well, thanks again.

(LAUGHING) OK.

[music playing]

TOM: By the time I finished with the surgery,

he was ready to buy the whole company out.

(LAUGHING) I couldn't believe my luck.

I tell you, we made about $15,000 on that deal.

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, Jane.

How nice to see you.

Hi.

Hi.

JANE: Thanks.

TOM: Well, everybody, it's been a pleasure doing business

with you over the last year.

And I think you agree, it's been a very

successful year for all of us.

So here's to you!

Here's to another good year!

Here's to the future!

Going forward in partnership-- cheers.

(ALL) Cheers!

[music playing]

[indiscriminate noises]

[dog barking]

[leaves rustling]

Tom.

Oh, thanks, Jane.

[music playing]

[glasses clinking]

[liquid pouring]

[clink]

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps]

[birds cawing]

Hi.

You'll get me shot.

[door shutting]

(MUFFLED) Hey, I'll be late for work.

- So will I. - No, no.

Really, I can't.

Jane!

I can't, I'm late!

I'll come back this evening.

Well, if you do that, our opposite

will probably dial 999.

Come to my place.

No.

All right, meet me in the car park at Frenchman's Bay.

What time?

9:00?

All right.

Joe, have you had breakfast? - No.

I have no time.

You need your strength.

Go finish washing.

I'll make you some tea, at least.

[rock music playing]

[WATER RUNNING, MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door closing]

[wind blowing]

Bye.

[birds singing]

Breakfast?

I don't want anything.

Nervous?

I didn't ask for any of this you know?

[music playing]

[birds singing]

[car engine running]

[foreboding music playing]

[door opening and closing]

See much?

You all right?

I'm fine.

Just drive.

[breathing heavily]

Chief Inspector Stephen Bonner.

[applause]

Well done, Chief Inspector.

[clapping]

WOMAN: The Queen's Medal for Gallantry--

as a result of investigations he was making

into a serious crime, Detective Superintendent Charles Wycliffe

was attacked by an armed man in his own home.

Despite being shot and severely wounded,

Superintendent Wycliffe fought his attacker off.

Ignoring his own injuries, Superintendent Wycliffe

called the emergency services and attempted

to render first aid.

Detective Superintendent Charles Wycliffe.

[applause]

Superintendent Wycliffe, you're a very brave man.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

How's the shoulder?

It's, uh-- it's much better.

Thank you.

[clapping]

[car engine running]

[keys jangling]

What's that after shave, PC Trier?

Manure?

Ditch wash?

Shut it.

I'm all right.

What are you fetching his kit for?

Well, he wants a shower.

Been lying in a ditch all night.

It's a waste of soap.

He's anti-social by nature.

[chattering]

(SIGHING) I forgot what it felt like wearing this.

I've got a photograph of us, Charlie,

at [inaudible] PC, with a big helmet, pushing bicycles.

Can I see it sometime?

Chief Inspector Bonner saved my bacon once.

That doesn't mean you can spend the rest of your life

laughing at me, though.

Doug's going to be so sorry he wasn't here for this.

You must be missing him.

I know Charlie is.

How's he liking it in Essex?

Hates it.

It's frauding [inaudible] paperwork.

Who's idea was it to send him?

The new DCC.

Ah, divide and rule.

Nothing changes, does it?

Mrs. Wycliffe? Philippa Roth.

I'm the new Deputy Chief Constable.

- Hello. - Pleased to meet you.

Charles, congratulations.

You look well. - Thank you, ma'am.

Tony?

Charlie Wycliffe.

Charles is going to be at our meeting tomorrow.

Have you been introduced to the lower lieutenant?

What meeting?

Who's he?

He runs a car main dealers in Truro.

She wants me to sweet talk him into sponsoring some cars.

Apparently, my medal renders me charming and, uh, persuasive.

Oh, I'll remember that.

[music playing]

Hi.

Just off again for the night.

(CLEARING THROAT) By the way, the dish washer needs emptying.

Did you have a good day?

Fine.

Sleep?

Yeah, some.

Where will you be?

The same OP--

Low Wood.

Your favorite ditch.

[ominous music playing]

Ah, how's it going?

All right, sir.

- You look like a shrub. - Yes.

That's the point, sir.

Are you sure about not taking a weapon?

Yes, sir.

I'm going to rely on my shrubbery.

I've got to fill the van with petrol.

You know, this is a circus.

The van should have been filled up by the day shift.

Well, they're probably busy.

This is supposed to be a disciplined job.

[sigh]

Alan, do you wonder why you ever left the Marines?

Often.

But that was before I realized how

useless the rest of the world was, (DISDAINFULLY) sir.

[music playing]

Excuse me.

You look great.

Thank you.

Oh, it's this way.

[room chattering]

Sir Martin.

Mrs. Trier!

Uh, how nice of you to come.

Happy retirement, Sir Martin.

This is on behalf of those of us in Trust Health Purchasing.

How kind.

Thank you.

We all admire your work.

Really?

There you are, Sir Martin.

Your reputation has spread even into the cold heart

of the NHS Trust.

[chuckling]

I didn't have a cold heart.

I know you don't. I meant, um--

No, it's OK.

I know what you meant.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Trisha's a consultant radiologist.

- Hello, Jane. - Hi.

- Oh, you know each other? - In passing.

We live quite close.

[glass clinking]

MAN 1: Sir Martin! MAN 2: Come on, Martin--

I'm-- MAN 2: --speech!

--sorry.

MAN 3: Speech, Martin!

Excuse me.

[applause]

We're always admiring your house, Jane.

It's lovely.

Why, thanks.

We had to pay a fortune for ours.

Oh, my parents helped out.

We could have never afforded it on Alan's money.

SIR MARTIN: Thank you, ladies and gentleman.

Thank you.

40 years ago, as a young man in medical school,

I knew that this day would come.

But I find it as hard to believe--

Still money isn't everything.

SIR MARTIN: --that I would one day be retired--

Alan and his colleagues do a wonderful job.

SIR MARTIN: --as I now find it to believe

that I was that young man starting out in life.

[music playing]

[music shutting off]

[suspenseful music playing]

[leaves rustling]

[gunshots]

[rain pouring]

[knocking]

Hi.

You stood me up.

I got stuck at a work thing. I'm sorry.

It was a retirement party for one of the surgeons.

He asked me in front of everyone.

I had to go!

Anyway, I can hardly say excuse me, I'm off to meet my lover.

Do you realize what time it is?

Time to kiss me.

[door closing]

Do you want a drink?

No.

Do you?

No.

[rain pouring, thundering]

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Uh, morning.

Oh, no.

No. Thanks.

I'll--I'll be right there.

You better get home.

What is it?

[music playing]

Joe?

Joe?

Sit down, Jane.

What is it?

Look, I'm sorry.

There's no nice way to tell you.

It's Alan.

He's been shot.

[music playing]

- Don't move. - Police.

Freeze.

[police siren ringing]

Adrian David Wright, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of murdering Alan Trier.

[birds chirping]

[distant radio chatter]

Two bullet wounds.

One in the jaw, one in the chest.

So he was facing the person who shot him?

Probably twisting away from the entry point to the jaw.

I'll be able to say more after the post-mortem.

He had his hide over here.

The--The murderer's crept up to him.

He's heard something, turned.

Shot him.

And then they left him for dead.

And then, he crawled all the way out to here.

There's blood spotting over there, by his shoulder there.

There's a piece of wood down there.

Where's Hall?

Oh, mazing house to house to see if anyone heard anything.

Before midnight, tell him to concentrate on that.

- OK. - Yes.

Well, I've finished.

I'll get him moved.

OK.

This is the time when you usually ask

me to guess the time of murder.

It, uh, sounds as if you've decided.

Well, it rained last night.

According to the PC over there, it started about midnight.

The earth under his body is dry.

So he kind of got here until 9:00.

And then he's crawled all the way over to here

before it started to rain.

So that puts it between 9:00 and midnight.

(LAUGHING) You're back on form.

Anything else?

No, no.

Nothing.

But-- But I was just thinking how slender the [inaudible]

between life and death [inaudible]..

Did you know?

No.

[phone ringing]

How many murder investigations,

Johnny, start with a good quality

suspect actually in custody?

Hm, some, but not many.

[chuckling]

This man, Wright-- why was he under surveillance?

Well, he's a jeweler dealing in second hand stuff.

Did a lot of scrap gold smelting, that sort of thing.

Actually, it was a fence.

We were doing a crop job for the regional crime squad,

as they were expecting gold from a big robbery to end up there.

And you are convinced that PC Trier was killed

because Wright discovered him?

Well, Harry, it's obvious, isn't it?

Look, you know your way around this, Nick, don't you?

Uh, yes, more or less.

I put your team in the recreation room.

OK, yeah, uh--

Don't worry, I'll take you there.

Thank you.

He's not actually in the office at the moment, ma'am.

Can I take a message.

[phone ringing] - Oh, right.

I see.

Hold-- Hold on a minute.

Sir, DCC wants to know how long you can be around for.

I don't know.

Something about a meeting that needs to be rearranged.

Derrick, any joy?

No, sir.

The houses were all a good distance from the lane,

except the suspect's.

Uh, sir, might I suggest you go and interview Adrian Wright?

Yeah, Lucy'll do that. I'm coming with you.

Ah, yeah. I know, sir.

Would you, um-- um--

Look, Charlie-- a number of people

around here feel very strongly about Alan Trier's death.

I mean, after all, he was one of our own.

Wouldn't you prefer to interview Wright yourself?

- No, she'll do it perfectly. - Yes, I'm sure she will.

I'm sure she will.

But, I mean, she's not a cop who has been

shot to live to tell the tale.

And she's not also sporting a gallantry medal.

Look, w--what I'm suggesting is I'm thinking of morale,

Charlie.

Oh, come on.

[faint radio chatter]

[music playing]

Hello.

How are you?

Fine.

Everyone at the station is thinking of you.

Thanks.

Uh, are we alone?

Yes, the WPC.

No, no.

She's gone outside.

[clearing throat]

Jane, look-- I'm sorry to talk about this now,

but last night we didn't see each other.

In fact, if anyone in the job gets to know about us,

I'm dead mutton.

If anyone asks, we're barely acquainted.

Why should anyone ask?

Exactly.

I know I can rely on you.

Did you shoot Alan Trier?

No, I didn't.

Don't you have firearms experts?

A gun hasn't been fired.

Just having possession of it.

It's a frightener.

I'm a jeweler.

As far as I know, it's never been fired.

I heard a couple of shots last night.

Didn't see anything.

Anyway, I can prove I never left the house all night.

How?

I've got security cameras.

[police radio chatter]

DC Duggan, just a moment.

I--I'll see you in there, Charles.

What are you doing here?

Well, I've just come to pay my respects to Mrs. Trier, sir.

Mrs. Trier?

Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

Hello.

Chief Inspector Bonner is just outside.

My condolences for your loss.

Did you know Alan?

No, uh--

I'm in charge of investigating his death.

Do you want some tea?

Yes, please. Thank you.

The cups are just in the cupboard.

I've heard about you.

You were the one who was shot.

Yes, I was.

Someone could be having this conversation with your wife.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I can go if it upsets you.

[sigh]

Uh, Jane, I'm--I'm--

I'm so sorry.

I--I need Alan's gun.

Well, the gun cabinet's in the bedroom

but I don't know where the key is.

No, I've got it.

Alan had it on him.

Do you have any children?

No.

Relations nearby?

No.

Well, Alan's.

Do you have a job?

I'm a manager of an NHS Trust.

Actually, I should get back there as soon as I can.

Well, don't rush, as they say.

What do you say, Superintendent?

Bye, bye, dear.

Still use the old system our own squad keeper does at home?

We're like the lifeboat crew, Charlie--

ready for action, 24 hours a day.

Wouldn't it be normal for him to take

his gun with him on a crop job?

Well, it was PC Trier's choice.

He decided he didn't need it.

As I say, it was his decision.

[phone ringing]

Won't these fast forward?

They are fast forwarding.

You like Porthleven then?

Sorry?

Jeff Lane, who owns the hotel over there, that's your uncle?

Yes, it is.

My gran lives in Porthleven.

She likes Jeff.

You'll miss any action.

There isn't any.

She says you spent the weekend there working.

She says you're going to take the hotel over.

I said it's none of our business.

You were right.

He wants to retire. Yeah, I know.

My gran said.

[phone ringing]

Do you think you will?

Take the hotel over?

I hope you're not going to gossip about me, DC Hall.

I might.

In the meantime, I'm still your boss, so please concentrate.

What's going on?

Adrian Wright's house is protected by security cameras.

We're just watching any comings and goings.

It's fascinating work, isn't it?

Bullets that killed PC Trier were 9 millimeter.

Most guns are 38.

DC HALL: Them response boys use 9 mil glocks.

Did PC Trier have his gun with him that night?

No.

It was locked in his safe.

Nevertheless, we'll need to exclude all the weapons

of the armed response team.

Give me those.

What's all this?

It's the paperwork produced by one PC in a year.

Good grief!

What's it doing here?

I'm looking for enemies.

Deputy Chief Constable Roth rang.

She wants you to go to Headquarters tomorrow,

meet some county counselors.

I haven't the time.

Are you complaining?

Oh, put it there.

Dad?

Hm?

You said Bonner saved your bacon.

(SMACKING LIPS) He did, yes.

A long time ago when we were young.

How?

Well, we went to a burgery at a factory.

I was all for going in, because it was a silent alarm

and we were going to catch them.

Now, normally, he would have agreed.

But, this time, Stephen insisted that we wait for a dog handler

to arrive.

We had a row about it.

As much as you can whisper a row, you know?

And he physically stopped me.

When the dog turned up, it went in,

and it found a madman with a knife.

Goodness, what would have happened if I had gone

in there [inaudible] space?

Mum said that they want you to take an office job.

Don't worry about it, love.

It was a long, long time ago.

This wasn't.

[bar room chatter]

Bottle of pils, mate.

[tv playing]

Turn that up, Jim

JIM: Sure.

We did have someone helping without inquiries,

but now we want to follow other lines

of possible investigation.

Obviously, I think--

In other words, you don't know whether the hell to look.

--like anyone who saw or heard anything suspicious

in the vicinity of Lowell Wood last night--

that's 8 o'clock to midnight-- should get in touch

with their local police station or with

the incident [inaudible].

Chief Inspector, this was a particularly brutal crime.

Do you think it could be the work

of a professional criminal?

[phone ringing]

CHIEF INSPECTOR: Uh, it may be, but we can't rule

anything out at the moment. - Wycliffe.

CHIEF INSPECTOR: All we can say is that the killer

is still out there-- DCC ROTH: Roth here.

Why is Chief Inspector Bonner doing

this interview on the news?

Well, uh, PC Trier's one of his.

Well, you're the one with the public profile.

I would have said it was one for you.

You missed Tony Turner.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm sorry about that.

It doesn't matter.

It's being rescheduled.

And, uh, I penciled you in to meet some county

counselors tomorrow.

I'm a bit tied up, ma'am.

Well, can't Lane handle things?

Yes, but I'm the one with the profile, don't forget.

I'll keep in touch.

Thank you.

We all know who Wright is.

He's a career criminal.

Maybe, but he never killed PC Trier.

Well, who did?

Good question.

His sort of a bloke was, uh--

Uptight.

Disciplined, that's all.

He was a pain in the arse.

[inaudible] office.

See ya.

Sorry. Sorry.

My fault for bringing it up.

Take my advice.

Doesn't share your opinion, then?

Of course, he does.

Doesn't want to speak ill of the dead.

They're close?

No one was close to Alan.

Drink?

Yeah, I'll have a pint.

Luke, Alan was an unlikely copper, that's all.

He'd have made somebody a lovely Drill Sergeant.

[ominous music playing]

[door shutting]

[music playing]

Jane, what are you doing?

I needed you.

Oh, this is dangerous.

And no one saw me.

Don't send me away.

But you can't come here like this.

Why?

I'm scared.

Of?

Well, Jane, we were having an affair.

If they find out, then--

What?

Is that all it was to you?

No, of course not.

You said he didn't love you.

I thought it was simple.

It was.

It is simple.

Well, I don't think they'll see it like that.

[classical music playing]

[music shutting off]

DC HALL: Mrs. Trier?

Detective Constable Hall.

Hold this.

Sure.

I can't just sit in there moping.

Right.

Do you mind if we talk about your husband?

Did he mention any problems over his work?

Nope.

Did anyone threaten him?

No.

Who?

I don't know, somebody he arrested.

Nope.

Mrs. Trier, I'm trying to build

up a picture of your husband.

Would you help me, please.

[suspenseful music playing]

[knocking]

[birds cawing]

He's not in.

No.

Work shifts.

Yes, I know.

You one of his friends?

I work with him.

Oh, in your condition?

You're not married?

No.

Not that it means much to your generation.

He's the same.

Can I come in for a minute.

Certainly.

Thanks.

He was a Marine when we met.

I was a student, I came to Cornwall for a holiday.

First holiday of my life without parents.

He was home on leave.

We met, and I fell for him.

We got married within a month.

DC HALL: Love at first sight?

Probably.

It was a long time ago.

He was terribly good looking and I was very young.

And now?

A lot of time has passed.

I saw Alan as a hard-working, serious policeman.

I thought he would go far.

But other people are better placed to judge.

Still, you have done well.

Nice car, nice home.

There's not many PCs could hope to get a house like this.

My parents gave me the money for it,

and my salary kept us in it.

Oh, huh.

Has anybody been asking questions about his work

recently?

I didn't know anything to tell.

And the night before last, did you know what he was doing?

Vaguely, not the specifics.

Where were you during that evening, Mrs. Trier?

[suspenseful music playing]

I was at a retirement party for a doctor

down at the Yacht Club.

And people would remember you being there with them?

Yes, they would.

[phone ringing]

[gun cocking]

Sir.

Charlie, what the hell is going on?

We're having forensics check in his weapons.

Why?

To eliminate them from the inquiry!

Without asking me?

Without telling you.

This is my investigation, Stephen, and I outrank you.

[phone ringing]

Anyway, uh, you weren't available.

You know why I wasn't available.

I was fielding phone calls on Alan Trier's widow.

Hall accused her!

I doubt he accused her of anything.

He questioned her!

Because I asked him to!

It's his job.

Have you finished?

Have you?

No.

Do you have a weapon?

No, I do not have a weapon.

DC HALL: Sir.

Joe Duggan's two rounds short, and his guns been fired.

Get the rest out.

Could you all leave, please?

Derrick.

This is some mistake.

It's just an accounting error.

I-- I probably lost one sometime after my firing practices.

This is a mistake.

When did you last clean the gun?

The beginning of the week.

Have you fired it since then?

No.

The gun has been fired, Joe.

I don't-- I don't know what to say.

How would you describe Alan Trier?

Reliable.

But I haven't fired it.

A good bloke, is he?

JOE: I mean, you could trust him.

You knew that, if you went into a situation without Alan,

your back was covered.

And did he feel the same about you?

Well, we never discussed it.

Did he have any reason for feeling otherwise?

Sorry?

I--

He felt he could trust you?

Well, we work together.

WYCLIFFE: It's not the same.

OK, yes.

He trusted me.

Was he right to?

I didn't shoot him.

Joe, what was your relationship with Jane Trier?

Well?

[suspenseful music playing]

[police radio chatter]

It's not some solicitor, is it?

Maybe.

You want hell, boy?

Once you've got someone in your sights?

We have to do our job, whether we like it or not.

So do we, and we depend on each other in this squad.

We've got each other's lives in our hands daily--

literally.

Joe would have been more likely to kill

himself than shoot Alan.

That's your opinion.

It's what I know.

It's not evidence, though, is it, mate?

Is it?

I have to remind you, you're still under caution.

Anything you say may be given in evidence.

OK.

This is where you normally drop him off?

Yeah.

As arranged.

That was the last you saw of him, was it?

Yeah.

Well, you wouldn't expect to see a crop

man for at least 12 hours.

Where was your gun when you dropped him off?

At home in the safe.

Any ammunition?

The same.

Where was his?

Why would he know that?

No idea, sir.

Stephen, can we have a word?

Can Charlie Wycliffe space your for 10 minutes?

Yes, mom.

I'm sure.

Come to my office in half an hour, then.

You're not his lawyer, you know.

Sorry.

Stephen, I know you want to be loyal to your men.

But, uh, ballistics say that the bullets which killed PC Trier

came from Joe Duggan's gun.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

[birds chirping]

And you had no idea about the affair

between Joe and Mrs. Trier?

I imagined something like that was going on.

Alan was an insensitive policeman.

God knows what he was like as a husband,

but you could hazard a guess.

You could have saved us a lot of trouble, you know.

It was only a feeling, Charles!

I had no evidence.

You're not going to make something of it are you?

No.

[inaudible] against his nature to murder.

And people don't behave against their nature?

Mr. Wycliffe doesn't answer my calls.

I'm sure he's just busy, mom.

There's a time in a murder inquiry when--

Yes, I know.

What are your plans, Lucy?

I'm sorry?

When you've had the baby.

I'm not sure.

But you're taking maternity leave, which supposes

that you're coming back.

You put a lot into this job, but the force puts

a lot into its officers too.

We'd be very upset to lose you.

There are practicalities to resolve.

Of course.

There's a vacancy for an admin superintendent reporting to me.

Charlie Wycliffe would be perfect for it, if you take it.

And then, somebody else would have to run his murder squad.

Oh.

A Chief Inspector with the right experience, for example.

Right.

Presuming she'd resolve the practicalities.

[music playing]

This is where you waited for Mrs. Trier?

Yes.

Joe, how do you know your gun was at home?

I checked it when I got home.

They're supposed to check their own security every day.

Did you know where Alan kept his gun?

Yes.

WYCLIFFE: Did you know where you kept yours?

Yes.

So Jane knew too, probably.

Well, they may have spoken about it.

Joe, she didn't need to get the information from him.

She was having an affair with you.

Did she know where you kept your keys?

Yes.

Because she had made a copy of the keys to the safe?

Jane didn't kill Alan.

Oh, don't tell me.

Sorry?

It's not in her nature.

Well, no.

It's not.

Well, somebody killed him.

Well, she didn't.

And set you up!

Either that or you did it.

[somber music playing]

Joe?

I'm such a fool.

[crying]

The night Alan died, Jane came around to my place

after midnight.

I'm not sure when.

It was raining.

She stayed the night.

Get in the car.

[music playing]

I'm looking for Mr. Tom Dacre.

Then you found him.

Detective Constable Hall.

Ah, come aboard.

Mr. Dacre, did you attend a retirement party, Tuesday last,

for, uh--

Sir Martin Cook?

Yes, I did.

30 years a surgeon, Martin was.

Oh, are you a medical man, Mr. Dacre?

No.

I own a medical supplies company.

Do you supply the local NHS Trust?

Among others.

That'd be how come Mrs. Jane Trier was at the party?

No idea, but she was there.

Oh, no, no! Don't!

Don't! They're infrared.

If you expose them to daylight, you can wreck 'em.

- Oh. - Oh, Down there.

It's all right.

Um, what time did she arrive at the party?

Uh, same as everyone else-- uh, at 8:00.

And she left?

Uh, around midnight.

I think she went home in a taxi.

The number of the minicab company is in the clubhouse.

- Oh, really? - Uh-huh.

Thank you, Mr. Dacre.

Sir Martin Cook barely knew Jane Trier.

He had no idea why she was at his party.

She needed an alibi?

Jane had access to Joe's affections,

his house, and his keys.

If Jane used Joe's gun to shoot Alan--

Then Joe would go down as a murdering, jealous lover.

Why couldn't she just divorce him?

Money, property.

She's in great pains to say who paid for that house.

I can't see her giving half of that to anyone.

How could Jane have shot Alan anyway?

She was at the retirement party all night.

She could have slipped out.

Oh, and tottered down that lane in her-- in her

high heels and a party dress.

Did she have an accompaniment?

One of the guests at the party was dead keen for me to get her

alibi DLs cleared [inaudible].

Which one?

Tom Dacre.

He owns a boat on the marina.

[suspenseful music playing]

[knocking]

Mrs. Trier, can I come in?

JANE: Yes.

Thank you.

Excuse me for calling around so late, but I wanted

you to be the first to know.

The press don't have this yet.

But we're charging Joe Duggan with your husband's murder.

Oh, god.

Poor Alan.

Hold up.

He's coming out her house.

He's in the car.

He's on his way back.

There's no one watching from the house.

[music playing]

Well?

I, uh--

[buttons beeping]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

It's Jane.

They're charging Joe Duggan.

Wycliffe's just been here to tell me.

I'm the first to know.

Meet me.

It's dangerous.

Come on, I need to see you tonight.

Where?

Frenchman's Bay.

When?

In an hour.

I'll get uniforms standing by.

No.

No, just us.

Absolute radio silence.

Not a word of this goes outside this van, do you understand?

[music playing]

Here he comes.

Stand by, Derrick.

Please don't.

We should be careful.

Look, we mustn't see each other anymore.

It's too dangerous.

I can't understand what you're saying to me.

Do you realize what I have done for you?

First Alan, then Joe--

I mean, (SCREAMING) do you realize

what I have done for you?

[car engine running]

Put her in the car.

You knew where he was.

You knew he wasn't armed, when you killed him.

He was one of your own men. - Yeah, but you--

Don't you say a word to me.

Not a word.

Take him away.

[door shutting]

[music playing]