All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S03E01.Underworld.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

-[Colin] You take a lamp
intothe most terrifying
darkness,

and you're not afraid.

[melancholy music]

In the strata you meet a
darkness like a velvet pad

pressed against the open eye.

And this darkness is
impenetrable and eager.

Oh, man, look at this water.

It's worse every shift.

- If I was your man I'd
lay a grand on it.

Been on the cards for years.

- Can't come too bloody
soon for me.

Anything to get away from
some of the shitheads

you come across in
this stinkin' hole.

- What's that you said, Farr?

- Oh, good morning,
Deputy Satterwaite.

Yeah, me and me friend,
Mr. Dickinson,

were just reflectin'
on the poor quality

of leadership there is in
the coal industry nowadays.

- You think you're so
clever, don't you?

So sharp.

- Oh, aye.

That's why I become a miner.

The pitmen were still fighting

and I saw in him a symbol
of my own folk.

Dure, hard as the very
rock that they tunnel.

Contradictory and uncertain
to understand,

unless you know the way the
cleat of their nature runs.

But this is the way
they are made.

The way they have to be.

- Colin, you read
that really well.

- Ee, by gum, Miss,
dost thou reckon?

- Thank you.

So, we've dug deep into
mining literature today.

We read some pieces by
miners themselves,

like that piece by Sid Chaplin.

But most of them by
outside observers.

I want you to do an exercise
before next week's class.

I want you all to
write an account

of a shift, warts and all.

- I hope you're broad-minded,
Miss.

[laughing]

- Colin.

I know this is gonna
come as a shock to you

but I have come across
strong language before.

I sometimes resort to it myself.

It might also help
you to understand

this strange new world
of further education,

if you stop calling me Miss

and use my name, which I've
already told you, is Ellie.

- Woah that's a bit
forward innit Miss?

Us colliers, we know our place,

on the scrap heap.

[smooth jazz music]

- Just off.

Anything you want?

- You're a bright lad,
so you keep telling me.

How do you spell hypocrite?

- H y p o c r i t e.

- Right, I think I can manage
time served in a greasy bowl.

-[Colin] Somehow, I knew you'd
drive something like that.

- Somehow I knew you'd
drive something like that.

Could you not get a bigger one?

- Yeah, I'm sorry if
I was a bad influence.

- I like my classes to have
an air of danger about them.

- Oh, I'm your man then.

My mam says troubles
me middle name.

- That's why you park here.

- Oh aye.

Last of the working class
rebels, that's me you know.

Home James.

- Where's that then?

- Burrthorpe, wild west country.

- Hey Col!

- Mam.

- Hello son.

- What's all this then eh?

- Every year it gets harder.

I just wish I knew.

- Oh mom.

- I'll get your tea.

Got a steak and kidney
pudding in the oven.

[melancholy music]

-[Ellie] I tell you Peter,
they're living in the past.

- That's probably 'cause
pit villagers

have more in the work
force than most places.

- That's a bit rich coming
from a copper.

After what your lot did
to places like Burrthorpe

during the mining strike.

- Not guilty of it.

And I was doing my
a-levels in 1985 remember.

- Peter, if you're going
to gobble your tagliatelle

and look at your watch
at the same time,

you'll end up putting
your eye out.

What's the rush anyway?

- Oh, it's just,
I have to go out.

- Oh, you never said anything.

- No.

Sorry I meant to.

- Oh, you mean you lost
your nerve when you saw

I'd rushed home from class to
cook your favorite Italian.

- Something like that.

- And what quasi-masonic
function is it this time?

- Retirement do.

Gold watch and a character
assassination.

[child mumbles]

[dramatic music]

- Oi oi.

- How the schoolboy then?

- University Pedro.

A day release course in
Industrial Sociology.

Thirsty work all that talking.

- Better than fighting anyhow.

- Where's Maggie?

- You won't see her tonight.

It's not just an anniversary
for you and your mam you know.

She's always bad the
day we lost Tracy.

-[Man] You better
something sorted

'cos we'll be out a job shortly.

- Alright there lads,
it's tomorrow I think.

What went off at union meeting?

- Same old stuff you know.

- They fix you up?

- Not yet.

Owners want to survey
the old workings.

See if there's many coal
in the old seams

under the white rock.

- Death sentence postponed
for a bit then eh?

[people cheering]

- Relax Nev.

The Chief simply asked me to
list all your achievements,

in a long and glittering career.

Well that won't take
very long will it eh?

[laughing]

Although to be fair,

there's been some tremendous
victories in your many years

at the cutting edge of
the fight against crime.

Who could forget for instance,

the new crime report sheet.

[cheering]

Form P2302.

Masterpiece of the coppers art.

Deputy Chief Constable Watmough.

He may be the kind of copper
who thinks a stake out

is a meal at a burly inn.

But we wish you all the very
best in your retirement.

And we're dead chuffed,

that is to say sorry
to see the back of ya.

[cheering and clapping]

[dramatic music]

[bar patrons chatting]

- It's her.

-[Tommy] Steady on Col.

- Alright Col.

Nice tricks.

How's your mam?

- Arthur what are you
sitting here for?

With all the deputy dogs.

Greasing up to the
greasers are ya?

- Shove off Farr.

- I just wanted a word
with Mrs Mycroft.

- I won't tell you again.

- Calm down Gav, he's
not looking for trouble.

- What me?

Nae, Gav.

I just wanted to ask
Stella something.

Me mam was wondering if you
could give us that recipe

for chicken breasts.

You know that one with
tasty stuffing.

-[Gav] I've had just
about enough of you.

- Everything alright gents?

- Nothing I can't take
care of Pedro.

- Not in 'ere you won't.

You can do what you
like in the streets,

but in 'ere you do what I like.

- Come on Col, let's me and
you have a bit of crack eh?

Me and your dad had some
right good nights in here.

- Oh aye, his dad were
a smashing bloke.

You've got a nerve Farr,
I'll say that.

Showing your face in 'ere
tonight of all nights.

- Come on then!

[groaning]

- Bloody bastard you!

-[Harold] The stupid sod.

- What are you grinning
like a Cheshire cat for?

- Men.

They're so amusing.

- Yeah, yeah I'm going home.

[dramatic music]

- Light?

Mr Farr isn't it?

Mr Colin Farr?

- Depends who's asking?

- My names Boyle, Monty Boyle.

You may have heard of me.

- I've heard of Monty
Python and all.

Is that what you are?

A big, slimy snake?

- I think we might be
able to do each other

a little bit of good.

- I doubt that, I doubt
that very much.

- No, no.

Please listen Mr Farr.

- You're invading personal
space Mr reporter.

- I wanted to ask you
about your dad.

There's some people
around here who.

[groans] oh fuck.

- I told you twice.

Come on then, I'll
have you and all .

[groaning]

[door knocking]

-[May] Hang on a minute.

[door knocking]

Colin is that you?

[muffled shout]

- Sorry to bother you May.

But I thought you'd like
to know, it's Colin.

He's in a bit of bother.

[eerie music]

- We make our way from shaft
bottom, along this roadway.

- If it's not flooded.

- What's up?

Not bring your water wings?

Pumps have been going
for last two days lad.

Now we cut up through
those galleries,

to where the half
we see now crops.

That area there is what
might just save us yet.

What do you reckon Arthur?

- Only if we find diamonds.

Coal under 'ere's
long ripped out.

- We don't know what
we'll find 'til we look.

[dramatic music]

[miners chatter]

Now this gallery 'ere.

Yeah that's right,
towards the end.

You can go down there lads.

Just right there lads.

Ventilation shaft goes
right to the surface.

What is that?

Oi lads!

Come quickly.

Have a look at this.

[door unlocking]

- Colin Farr?

- Magistrates Court is it?

- No, the reporters not
pressing charges.

- Me lucks in then.

Something else?

- We'll need to talk
to your mom.

- Alright, just gis
us a minute will ya?

[somber music]

- You're back then?

Bringing more trouble
into this house?

- Aye.

- What is it?

- Where did they find him?

- Underground.

- Missing four years huh?

I 'spose we'll mulch with
the doc about how difficult

it is establishing a
precise time of death?

Who's that?

- Friend of the dead man.

One of them that found him.

- So, this Billy Farr.

He was involved with the
Tracy Pedley killing?

- Took her out blackberry
picking the day she was
murdered.

Bought her back home.

Then she was off again.

Her body was found
a few hours later

in the woods round
the back here.

- So it went down to
Donald Pickford then right?

- After he topped himself in
his car a week later yeah.

Left a note.

Owning up to the murder of
five girls, going back years.

- Yeah, but not Tracy
if I remember right.

- He implied there'd
been others.

And she'd be strangled
like the others.

- End of investigation.

So what happened to Farr?

- Well he went missing
that same day.

Took Tracy to her back
door, went home for a bit

then took off.

Disappeared.

Not seen from that day to this.

- Good afternoon Superintendent.

- What's he doing here?

- Been sniffing around the
village for a day or two.

Asking questions.

- What about?

- Tracy Pedley's killing.

Billy Farr.

- Superintendent can you confirm

you found the body
of Billy Farr?

- Cut yourself shaving
did you Monty?

Right Peter.

Take wheel of this
car and go peer

over the docs shoulder while
he's sorting through the bones.

Oh and get Tracy Pedley's
file out.

The words fine tooth
and comb spring to mind.

- Superintendent anything
you can tell me?

- Oh nothing you could
quote in a family newspaper.

That is what you call
The Challenger innit?

Who says irony's dead?

[somber music]

- He often took Tracy with
him when he went for a walk.

She liked the dog.

Jack-o had disappeared as well.

You didn't find him did?

Well that afternoon, they
went blackberry picking,

but he soon came back.

I told all this to that
other policeman

when they found Tracy.

- Yeah, I'm sorry love.

I just like to hear
it for me self.

If you can manage?

- He came in and sat down.

He had the bowl in his hand.

I told him what he'd gathered
would hardly make a pie.

But he said he'd been
tired to stay out long.

He'd had his accident
the year before.

The roof fall broke
his leg badly

and he couldn't work
underground anymore.

I made him a cup of tea
and then he went out again.

Tracy tried to follow him,
but he turned her back.

He went towards the white rock.

I never saw him again.

- You know where he went?

How did he get on with the girl?

Tracy.

- Loved her too bits.

She was the same about him.

I know what's on your mind.

You think my Billy killed
Tracy with his bare hands

and the topped himself,
isn't that right?

- Mrs Farr.
- You never knew him.

Never knew what kind
of man he was.

- Mrs Farr.

I don't know what
happened to your husband.

I don't know if he
had anything to do

with the murder of Tracy Pedley.

He might have gone into the
workings for some reason

and simply fallen.

- Or been pushed.

- May.

- Hello Arthur.

- I don't know what to say.

- Do us a favor and put
the kettle on will ya?

- Well I better be off.

Thanks very much Mrs Farr.

Oh erm, by the way what
the name of the policeman

you talked to at the
time this happened?

- Watmough.

His name was Watmough.

- Thank you.

- Neville.

You look the picture
of a retired gentleman.

- What is it?

- A piece of news.

I think you and I have what in
olden days used to be called

a scoop.

- Oh let me guess.

The quack reckons the
injuries are consistent

with a fall from a great height?

In this case 200 feet
down a ventilation shaft.

- Right.

- And no sign of injuries not
consistent with said fall.

- And again.

Apart from a compound
fracture to the right leg.

It had been set but
would've left

Billy Farr with a bad limb.

- And they say the
men in white coats

are turning protection
from an art to a science.

- Anything in that lot?

- Oh very illuminating.

But only about our
ex-Deputy Chief Constable.

I'll say this for old
Nev, but only this.

He kept a very neat file.

- Any ideas?

- Take your pick.

One, Donald Pickford
murdered Tracy Pedley

and around the same time
and almost beneath his feet,

Billy Farr fell to his death,

while exploring the
old workings.

- Or killed himself
out of depression?

Or at least for reasons
unconnected with the girls
death.

- Coincidence, but possible.

Two.

Pickford killed Tracy and Farr.

Maybe because Farr stumbled
on him with the body.

Three.

Farr killed Tracy then
topped himself underground

out of remorse.

That's maybe what some
of the village think.

- There's a fourth?

- Somebody else killed
them both.

- What do you think?

- I think this isn't
gonna be easy.

I also think someone's
ahead of us.

- Boyle.

- Most aptly named.

I have a feeling he's
got something.

A big pile of puss
he wants to burst

all over his front page
on Sunday morning.

Go find him will ya?

See what it is.

Meanwhile, I'll have a
word with our Neville.

Come on Nev,

now you're retired, you're
s'posed to have your feet up

in front of the roaring wife.

Not be off gallivanting.

- Okay, how about
his for an intro.

"When it comes to pure evil,
Donald Pickford had it all.

"With the possible exception
of two horns and a tail."

You don't like it?

- It's not me.

- With respect Nev if it was

it'd probably have 200
words and eight sub-clauses.

What you've got understand
is that the vast majority

of our readers think
The Sun is too upmarket.

You know I was once holed
up here for almost a week

with one of the Yorkshire
Ripper's mates.

- We're not gonna be
here that long are we?

- 24 hours to write the
first installment.

Time off for good behavior.

No, seriously Neville,

what you've given us
so far is fantastic.

You take it from an old pro.

[door knocking]

[somber music]

- Hello Colin.

- Alright Stella.

- I heard.

About your dad.

- Bad news didn't take
long to travel round

this place then does it?

- I came to say I was sorry.

Your dad...

He was special.

I thought a lot about him.

- Ah well he was fond of you.

- He wouldn't have hurt a fly.

Whatever the snakes around
'ere might be saying.

- Yeah.

- Well...

That's what I came to say.

- Thanks.

- Will you tell your
mom I called?

- Yeah, yeah.

[groaning]

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- That your idea of
foreplay is it?

Pulling away like that?

- Please spare your lewd humor.

- That's not the only
thing around here.

- You spend too much
time with Dalzeil.

That's one his lines.

- So is that what
this is all about?

'Cause I've only just got in?

- Five minutes of conversation,

before you hustled me into
bed may have helped yeah.

- Right then.

What do you want to talk about?

The parlor state of
further education?

The corrupt corner of society?

The repressive nature
of the police state?

- What's the matter with you?

- What do you think?

What's the matter with you?

- I'm just wondering
what happened to the man

who joined the police
force to fight for justice.

- He's still there Ellie.

-[Ellie] Is he?

- You just lost sight of him.

Maybe there's something
wrong with your eyes?

- Oh of course.

Always a woman to
blame, isn't it?

- We need to spend
more time together.

When this case is over,
- Oh.

There's always a case.

I'm worried Peter.

Miserable in fact.

- Can't I kiss it
better for you?

- Not now.

Not tonight.

Sorry.

- Colin!

Time you were up!

- May?

There's something I've
been meaning to say to ya.

- What is it?

- These past few years May,

I've tried to be a help to ya.

- You have Arthur.

I don't know what I'd
have done without you.

- Please, can I just, I have to,

I've tried to be a friend,
like Billy was a friend to me.

Only what I've felt,
what I feel, is more.

But I couldn't say could I?

Not 'til now.

- Arthur.

- I love you May.

I love ya and I wanna marry ya.

I know I'm not much too look at,

but I've got a bit put by.

And I reckon we could
be content.

There's nothing I'd like more.

- Oh Arthur.

- Have I spoken out of turn?

- No, no, no.

- Have a made a fool of me self?

- No, no, no.

I'm very touched.

You're a good man.

But you see Arthur, I'm fond
you but I don't love you.

- That don't matter.

- I still love my husband see.

Still love Billy.

- Yeah.

Yeah I can see that.

Too early maybe?

Hello Col.

- Hello to you.

Come over for a cup
of sugar have you?

- If that's all you
can come out with

you better get back to bed.

- It's alright May.

That's reminded me
of a couple things

I have to do before
I go on shift.

Nest of birds I'm
keeping an eye on.

If you want anything
just give me a shout.

- Yes, thanks Arthur.

-[Arthur] I'll pop
round tomorrow.

See you down the hole Col.

-[May] Arthur.
-[Arthur] I'm sorry

about that May.

No I should never have
said it, I'm sorry.

-[May] We'll talk
about it later.

-[Arthur] Thanks, May yeah.

- Right lad.

Now I know you're upset.

But so are other folk.

Arthur included.

And I'll not have you behaving
like that in this house.

- He's always hanging round.

- Now you listen to me.

Arthur was a good friend
to your father.

And he's been a good
friend to me and all.

And I mean friend.

And he'll be welcome in this
house as long as I'm here.

Do you understand?

Now where you going?

- Out!

[somber music]

- And don't forget a
number of sources.

I want the significance

of the various different
interpretations,

not a paragraph trotting
out one, okay?

- Carry your bag Miss?

- Colin, it's not your
class today is it?

- No.

I dunno, I was just passing and.

- I'll walk with you.

No it's alright.

- I was wondering if I
could borrow that book?

You know the one I read
from the other day?

- Of course.

Darn, it's at home.

- Never mind then.

[melancholic music]

It's a bit like the cage this.

- Is it moving when
you get in as well?

- No.

But when it starts going down,

you wish it had stood
still forever.

- You hate it that much do you?

- This is us.

Where to now then?

- Oh another class I'm afraid.

- Well I best be off then.

I've got a shift coming up.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry it's just that,

it's just that me dad's
dead you know.

They found him.

His bones anyway.

- What?

Colin wait?

- So this is where Billy
Farr fell to earth?

You saw him that afternoon
didn't you Mr Downey?

But not to speak to you.

- I was maybe 50 yard off.

Waved to him.

Last time I saw him.

- He was your friend?

- Best pal, a man
could wish for.

- You sure it was him you saw?

- I'm hardly likely to
make a mistake am I?

- I don't know Arthur, did ya?

- I know what you're thinking.

Like what a lot of folk
round here think.

That I made it up to
put me pal in the clear.

- Protecting a friend.

We'd all like to be able
to do that, wouldn't we?

- Maybe Superintendent.

Only thing is I didn't.

I saw Billy Farr that afternoon.

He didn't kill that kid,
take it from me.

- Come on.

So how long since this drift
mine was last used Mr. Downey?

- I've just started...

[somber music]

- Get in!

What the bloody hell do you
think you're playing at?

- Looks like your
expecting us then?

- What?

- Flinging your door
open and dragging us in.

- I wanted you in before every
bugger in the street saw ya,

so hope.

- Oh aye.

Juicy piece of gossip for
the tittle tattle circuit eh.

Collier visits deputies wife.

And he's not delivering coal.

- What do you want?

You are crazy.

- So everyone keeps telling us.

- What if someone comes?

- Likely it'll be me.

- Thanks very much Nev.

Cracking story.

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely.

Why?

- Well, I'm no journalist
but it seems,

I don't know, a little
unexciting to me.

- No, no, no.

This will blow a few people's
socks off you'll see.

You wait 'til my
editor reads it.

Probably offer you a desk in
the newsroom straight off.

Bye.

- You were ready for that then.

- Been saving it up.

- And I'm the only
available receptacle am I?

Or was it just a quick
poke for old times sake?

-[Colin] Don't Stella.

- Or perhaps you're having
a crack at Gav?

He might have wed me but
you can still bed me.

- Maybe it were none of that.

Maybe it were looking for
some comfort at a bad time.

From an old friend.

You never used to
be this cynical.

So sour.

- I'm not thick.

I know what cynical means.

I grew up Colin.

I had to when you
give me a push.

- I never.

- You never asked for
your ring back.

That would have been
too straightforward.

You kept us dangling.

- Would've been okay, if me dad.

[melancholy music]

- I sometimes wonder,

could I have made you happy?

- You know I've often thought
about coming back 'ere

and asking you to
run away with us.

Just take off and never
see Burrthorpe again.

- But you never did.

- And now it's too late innit?

- You'll have to go.

Gav's coming off shift soon.

And I need a bath.

[phone rings]

Col, no.

- Hello.

Who is it?

You've got yourself a
heavy breather Stella.

Either that or your boyfriend
just called.

- Don't come round
here again Colin.

Get me, no more.

[miners singing]

[miners chatting]

- How's it going alright?

- Yeah fine, how you doing?

-[Miner] Not bad.

[miners laughing]

[dramatic music]

- I'll show you the
head in a min

and then I have to get to work.

-[Miner] Get a move on Col.

- Never thought you and your mam

would be getting third degree.

Them coppers not worked
it out yet?

- Shut your dirty
mouth Satterwaite

and give it half a chance.

-[Harold] Obvious to
most folk around here.

- You're a nasty piece of work.

You know one of these days

you're gonna be standing
on your lonesome,

deep in pie and somebodies
gonna creep up behind ya

and smash your thick skull in
with a bloody great shovel.

- What did you say?

Did you hear what he said?

- And I'll tell you what.

That'll be the best job of work

that a certain someone's
ever done.

- Don't.

I'm not having that!

You can't make threats
like that!

- You shouldn't have said
that about Billy, Harold.

- Threats?

Who's making threats
or making a prediction

just like Mystic Meg!

- Get out the pit.

- What you sending us off shift?

- You're in trouble Farr.

I'm having you for this!

[somber music]

Move it!

- Gav?

Is that you?

-[Gav] Aye.

- I'm in the bath.

- Stella, get down 'ere!

- What you shouting
the place down for?

- That.

What the hell's been going on?

[phone rings]

- Hello.

-[Dalziel] Pascoe.

- Oh, hello sir.

- The reptile's got something.

He's saying Pickford couldn't
have killed Tracy Pedley.

He had a cast iron alibi.

He's pointing the finger
straight at Billy Farr instead.

He's also saying we
cocked things up.

- But we already checked
Pickford's movements

on the day of the murder in
the original investigation.

- I know.

And a right sloppy piece of work

it was too by the looks of it.

- Oh dear.

- First thing tomorrow.

I want you two to get
it sorted, right.

- Who was that?

As if I didn't know.

- Somethings broken on that
body they found yesterday.

A miner.

- Miner?

- I'm gonna have
to work tomorrow.

- Where is it, this case?

- Burrthorpe.

A man called Farr.

Sunday papers are saying he
might have murdered a child.

- Alright 'Bet?

- Just don't believe it.

- What's up?

Somebody just lost lottery
jackpot ticket or what?

[dramatic music]

- Col.

Col!

Wait Col, listen.

Col.

Col listen.

Col will ya listen to me.

What they're saying,
this filth about ya dad.

It's just not true.

I knew your dad.

Everybody round here knew him.

- Oh aye.

And how many of them 'ere
agree with you then aye?

-[Wield] I don't get it.

Pickford had an appointment here

the afternoon Tracy was killed.

Airkey was one of the firms
he sold components too.

But I talked to the man
he was due to see.

- Wattis the head buyer?

- He swore that Pickford
didn't show up.

I checked.

- Ah, but you see nobody
thought to ask me.

Key witness was overlooked
in the investigation,

you might say.

- So you're saying Pickford
did show up after all?

- He came alright.

But a few minutes and late and
Wattis had already gone home.

Stood right where
you're standing.

- So why did you never
tell anybody?

This was important.

- One thing you learn
in this job son,

you say nought 'til you have to.

Nobody asked us.

Until Mr Boyle that is.

Next day I went off on me
holidays, by the time I got back

Pickford had topped
himself it were all over.

- You never mentioned
it to Mr Wattis?

- He'd gone.

Retired to Cornwall.

Dead within three months.

- That's right.

I interviewed him
on his last day.

He was clearing out his desk.

- The switch arm at lark.

Bloody killer isn't it.

- So Pickford couldn't have
made it to Burrthorpe in time?

Couldn't have murdered
Tracy Pedley?

Boyle had obviously been working
on the story for a while.

He never told you
what he found out?

- I've been had haven't I?

I fell among thieves.

You must think I'm a fool.

- Nev.

Nothing's happened in
the last 48 hours

to make me change
my opinion of you.

[melancholy music]

- Hello Col.

- What you doing here?

- I just heard the story.

About your dad.

I'm so sorry.

I bought you that book.

I best not keep you.

- No don't go.

Come on in, meet me mam.

- He'll be down in a minute.

Oh, forgotten the milk.

- Shall I get it?

- No, it's alright, I'll go.

I normally bake on a Saturday.

But these last few days.

- I understand.

- Do you?

What is it you teach then Mrs?

- Pascoe, Ellie Pascoe.

Sociology Mrs Farr.

- Is that what you
teach our Colin?

- And other miners yes.

Thank you.

Colin, he's very good.

- Oh he was at school.

They said he could've
done anything he wanted.

But there's never any
knowing with our Colin.

Even less telling.

He's just like his father
in that respect.

- Right, I wondered
if you fancied going

for a bit of a walk?

[melancholy music]

When I come back after
me dad had disappeared.

They all said I'd be
mad to go down pit.

- So of course you went
and you hated it?

- Aye, from day one.

- But you stuck it out?

To protect your mom?

- I suppose.

Something I had to do.

- Maybe it would have
been for the best

if you hadn't come back.

- Oh not you and all.

- Perhaps May could've
taken care of herself.

- Oh aye.

- Look, this guilt that
you feel, it's natural.

- Natural?

Oh that makes us feel
a whole lot better.

- I'm sorry it hurts so much.

But maybe now things
will get sorted out?

- Well how's that then eh?

- What I mean is,

it's time to try and
put the past behind you.

To move forward.

- Aye, you're such an
expert aren't ya?

Eh, with your sociology degree

and your little Green
Peace badges

and your bloody moving forward.

You know nowt.

- Get away!

- That's what you want innit?

Bit of rough?

[eerie melancholic music]

- Hey Col.

What are you doing 'ere?

I've just been watching
the peregrines,

they're nesting over
by the white rock.

Look at the state of you,
what have you been up to?

- Do you think he did Arthur?

- Col, lad.

- Were me dad a killer?

- I don't know.

I mean, no one really
knows do they?

But me and your dad were
mates since we were nippers.

I don't think he could've
harmed a living thing.

- Yeah well.

- Come on, do as your told.
[dog squeals]

-[Ellie] Your back then?

- Not your usual Sunday reading.

- I take it this is
why you couldn't

take your daughter
to the park today?

Along with all the
other father's.

- College project is it?

Analyzing what the
lower orders read.

- That man, Billy Farr.

His son is one of my students.

- Colin.

Trouble on two legs.

- What do you mean?

What kind of trouble?

- Take your pick.

Drinks too much, argues too
much, uses fists too much.

Like I say trouble.

- When it comes to
troubling pit villagers,

I would have thought a
copper would've had the grace

to keep his mouth shut.

- Oh no that old line again.

All that's ancient history.

- As for Colin,

your predictable attempt
to demonize him won't wash.

He's an intelligent
and sensitive man,

who's been traumatized by the
brutal nature of his work,

and the tragic death
of his father.

- Colin Farr, pit man
and noble savage.

What's the matter,
do you fancy him?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- That's what it sounds like.

Like you're having some kind
of Lady Chatterley trip.

You know, the posh bint and
the horny handed son of toil.

- Oh, that's just the
kind of crass crap

I've come to expect
from you recently.

- I noticed you don't
actually answer the question.

- You should hear yourself.

I worry about you
sometimes Peter.

What you're becoming.

This isn't about
Colin Farr is it?

It's about you and me.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello Ellie.

- Hello Wieldy.

I was about to say.

I invited Wieldy to
share a bite of supper.

He hasn't had the best of days.

- Colin?

I thought you'd be
back on shift.

Where've you been?

- I've been wondering what
happened to our little Jack-o.

Me dad loved that dog.

I went looking for him.

- Oh lord.

[sobbing]

Where'd you find these?

- The waters had carried
them away from shaft bottom,

but I eventually found him.

Look at that.

Poor thing had it had
it's head stamped in.

- Oh Col.

- What sort of a state
was me dad in that day,

that he couldn't done that eh?

Maybe more?

- No.

No.

You listen.

There's things have to be said.

Your dad told me something
that day.

He made me swear that
I'd never tell a soul,

but I'm gonna break my promise.

- What?

- He saw something
that afternoon.

Something that turned
his stomach.

[somber music]

[groaning]

- Ah.

Farr I want you.

- What?

- What's going off with
you and Stella?

- Who's that?

Mind that bloody lamp lad.

Hi then, what do you want?

[bright pop music]

- Well.

Thanks very much for the supper.

I best be off.

[phone rings]

- Hello.

Who's speaking?

Hold on a minute.

Colin Farr.

- Hello.

What's the matter?

Now?

Okay, where?

Right.

Don't go.

Stay and keep Peter
company for a bit.

I have to go out, one of my
students is in a bit of trouble.

I won't be long.

- Take care.

On the road.

Fancy some sticky
toffee pudding?

[melancholy music]

- What on earth?

- Humpty dumpty had
a great fall.

- Are you hurt?

- Why will you kiss
it better for us?

- And you can cut that
out for a start.

[laughing]

- I wanted to say
that I was sorry.

What I did, it wasn't right.

You're a friend Ellie.

Perhaps the only one I've got.

- Are you in trouble?

Let's get you up.

Let's get that head seen too.

What happened anyway?

- I had an accident.

- Careful.

- Was anybody else involved?

- Well there was me,
a bike and a tree.

That makes three of us.

What am I gonna do Ellie?

- Everything alright?

- Yes thank you.

My friend here's just
had a little accident.

- Oh aye.

Looks like he's had
something else and all.

- I just need to get him home.

- You've not been drinking
as well, have you miss?

- Me, no.

That is just a couple
of glasses of wine.

- You driving?

I'm afraid I shall
have to ask you--

- That's just grand innit.

Drunk in charge of a drunk.

- Hang on.

It's Mrs Pascoe isn't it?

Inspector Pascoe's missus?

- Inspector.

You're kidding.

You a coppers tart?

- Excuse me son, would you mind.

- I'm not your son, so
why don't you piss off.

- Colin please.

-[Officer] Colin.

Colin who?

- Colin Farr, if it's
ought to do with you.

- Right.

-[Ellie] What is it
you're playing at?

- We got a call.

Man's been found dead
underground at Burrthorpe main
pit.

Satterwaite his name is.

Your friend 'ere's wanted
for questioning.

[dramatic music]

Come back!
-[Ellie] Colin!

- Hold it lads let's
have a look at him.

Take him away.

- Peter what's going on?

- Murder inquiry.

- That's what the great
lump who bought me in said.

He suggested Colin
might be involved.

- A man's been found underground
with his head bashed in.

There was bad blood between
him and your friend.

Only yesterday Farr
threatened to kill him.

And tonight he left the
pit and didn't go home.

- He's not capable of murder.

- He's on the run Ellie.

Hardly a declaration
of innocence.

- Peter please.

- Your job is to take
care of yourself.

Fortunately your breath
test was under the limit.

You'll do well to establish
you weren't involved

in some kind of drunken
orgy when you were arrested.

- You make it sound like
something out of a trashy film.

- That's exactly how it'll sound

if the papers get hold of it.

Look, there'll be somebody
along to take a statement

from you in a minute.

- About what?

- You're a possible
witness in a murder case.

I've got things to do.

- Is Rosie alright?

Did you leave her with Wieldy?

- Well I didn't bring
her with me.

She's fine.

Sally said she'd have her.

[dogs barking]

[dramatic music]

- Take a seat Ellie.

I'll just check there's
nothing else.

- You're Stella aren't you?

You were engaged to Colin.

- Mrs Mycroft to you.

- Colin told me you
gave him his ring back.

- We were stood on
the railway bridge,

there was a train
going underneath.

He took the ring and tossed
it into a wagon full of coal.

- Sounds like our Colin.

- Our Colin?

He might have been mine,
once upon a time,

but how exactly is Colin
yours Mrs Pascoe?

- You know my name then.

- Everyone in the village
knows your name.

And your husbands.

Aye and what your game is too.

And most of us wish you'd
leave us to our own affairs.

- I'll go when I can't help
Colin or his mam anymore.

There's that smile again.

- Well you keep cracking
us up pet.

Is that what you
call your mother?

Mam.

I bet it isn't.

I bet it's mommy.

- Have you finished?

- Nice fantasy is it?

Playing the pitman's woman.

- Ellie.

That'll be all for
the time being.

- Okay.

- Alright.

- Yeah.

Well, I better get back home.

You'll be staying of course.

Has there been any
sign of Colin?

- No.

But we're looking.

- I'll see you later then.

- Yeah.

- Ellie alright is she?

- Fine.

- Look, there's no other
way of putting this lad.

What's Farr to her?

- A student.

- And her to him?

- A lecturer.

- Me, I never went to
college so I wouldn't know.

But is it normal for students
to ring up their lecturers

when they get pissed and
fall off their bikes?

-[Pascoe] This is different.

He's a mature student.

- Well get away.

From what I've heard that's
the last thing Farr is.

Listen lad, if you're
to stay on the case.

I don't want you compromised
in any way.

- Your concerns
understandable but misplaced.

I'm sure there's nothing
between Farr and Ellie.

- Fair enough.

Now we got that cleared
up, we best get on.

[dramatic music]

- Thought you were
never coming back.

- Colin what are you doing here?

- Where else am I
supposed to go?

- Come on then.

- Nice room.

Someones got good taste.

- We don't all keep coal
in the bath you know.

- Yeah.

- Look, I've already
made a statement.

- Yeah, I know.

I read it.

Oh dear.

Accident was it?

- Aye.

- They do happen.

Is your missus not about?

Catch up with her later then.

She's a lovely looking woman.

Once engaged to Colin
Farr so I gather.

- Long time since.

She were just a bone.

- I'm sure.

- What can I do for you then?

- You told of my lads,
that you saw young Farr

as he was coming off
shift last night.

- As he was getting
to the cage, yeah.

-[Dalzeil] How did he seem?

- How'd you mean?

- Well did he look like a man

who'd just bashed someone over
the head with an iron bar?

- He didn't have blood
on his clothes,

if that's what you mean.

He was a lot quieter than
his usual charming self.

- As far as I can make out.

There was no love lost
between Farr and Satterwaite.

What about you and Farr?

- He carries a pan of chips
round on his shoulder.

One of thems me and what
I've done with me life.

- What about you and
Satterwaite then?

- We had a drink
once in a while.

- There's a ringing
declaration of friendship.

And here's me thinking pitmen

would lay down their
lives for each other.

I thought you were
buzzing buddies.

- He put a word in for
us when I got made up.

Look is there something else?

I have to go out.

- Yeah, I'm off to
the miners welfare.

You can show us the way.

- Colin, some of Peter's
old clothes.

They should fit.

Look, running off like that,
it wasn't very sensible.

-[Colin] Probably not, seemed
like a good idea at the time.

- I'm not gonna tell
you what to do.

I think you know already.

- I'll turn me self in
when I'm good and ready.

Got things to do
back home first.

- How you gonna manage that?

Burrthorpe's crawling with
policemen looking for you.

- I dunno.

[dramatic music]

-[Tommy] Hey you find yourself
a proper job at last eh Gav?

Guard dog to the filth.

- Tommy Dickinson,
big mate of Farr's.

All mouth.

- Eh what's that Gav?

Speak up.

Need to shout if you're
a deputy down pit.

You know, nice and loud.

So your missus can
hear you back home,

even if she's got her
knees over her ears.

- Come on.

- You'll get nowt bout
lies from him,

Mr fat bloody policeman.

He's got no cause to love Colin.

And he tells you Col didn't
get on with Satterwaite,

you'd better lock the
rest of us and all.

'Cause the only folk that
got along with that bastard

were greasers like himself.

Desperate for a drink are ya?

Well you won't get one.

- Tommy, we've only just met.

But I already know two
things about you.

One you've got a big mouth

and two you're a big liar.

- Careful son.

- You call me a liar.

You best take that
back you fat slob.

- See Tommy lad, I'd
call any man a liar,

who said I couldn't get
a pint when I needed one.

Open up Pedro, I want a drink!

- Well you can't have one.

We're not open, that's the law.

And you're not a member.

- Pedro.

I am the law, so you're
open when I say you're open.

And secondly I'm the
guest of a member.

- Who Gavin?

- What a drink with a
deputy, you must be joking.

I'm a personal guest
of Mr Dickinson here.

Come on Tommy lad, sign us
in before I die of thirst.

[dramatic music]

- Going into Burrthorpe Madam?

- Yes, just visiting a friend.

- Okay, mind how you go.

- Thank you.

[laughing]

- Eh, it gets worse doesn't it.

Dear me.

Whose shout is it anyway?

Man could die of thirst
in a place like this.

- I'll get 'em.

- He's a grand lad Tommy eh.

Salt of the earth.

- It's like watching a
poacher tickling a trout.

- You what Arthur?

- Soon you'll have him
buttered and fried

with a sprig of parsley
at his gills.

- [laughs] now then.

Whatever happened
to deputy Mycroft?

- Ah good riddance.

Probably gone to check
on his missus.

- By heck, she's a cracker
in't she eh.

Makes you wander why
Col gave her the push.

- Well maybe he's regretted
it himself.

'Specially when he found
out a certain someone

were giving her one.

She'd move on, hadn't she.

- Tommy.

- It stands to reason don't it.

Lass like that.

Though I don't reckon
much to her taste.

- Now, now.

- Some blokes fancy fat birds,
Stella goes for deputies.

No counting is there.

- So Gavin got his deputy job
because of Harold Satterwaite?

- He was senior man want he.

Management listen to him
when there a job going.

All lads were being lined
up for the push,

sod enjoyed that god rest him.

- What I can't work out

is how Billy Farr kept his
job with his gammy leg?

Especially with all this bad
blood between him and Harold.

Would've thought he'd
be the first to go.

What d'you reckon Arthur?

- Billy were a good man.

He knew his stuff.

- Or maybe someone put
in a word for him.

Someone with a bit of pull, as
far as Harold was concerned.

[melancholy music]

- Alright?

- Yeah.

- So, what do you want then?

- Just a little chat.

Something funny?

- I watch cop shows
Superintendent.

I've seen this before.

Ace investigator says nowt,

flustered witness blurts
out confession.

Bit obvious innit?

- I'll tell you what Stella.

Why don't we stop fencing

and lay all our cards down

on this very attractive
pine table.

Eh?

See the thing is I know.

You and Satterwaite, you
had an affair didn't ya?

- I wouldn't call it that.

We had sex every so often.

- Go for his type do ya?

Find flab a bit of a turn on.

- What do you think?

- I think you gave
yourself to him,

in return for making sure
Billy Farr kept his job

when the redundancies started.

Right?

- I saw a way of helping.

- You were fond of him?

- I loved him.

I loved the son.

But I loved the father and all.

In a different way.

- Your payments to Satterwaite,

they carried on.

- Compromised wasn't I.

'Specially when he got
Gav his deputies job.

Harold wanted his pound of
flesh on a monthly basis.

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

[door knocking]

- Mr Downey.

Mrs Farr, Colin's not helping
himself, maybe you will.

- I've told you all I know.

I've no idea where Colin is.

- So did Colin know about
you and Satterwaite?

- I think maybe he guessed.

When he came to see
us the other day.

- What for?

- What do you think?

- To bed ya.

- He won't much bothered
about a bed.

- Oh what was it then.

Quick knee trembler
against the flat wallpaper?

- Right joker aren't ya.

- Some of my fans laugh
all the way to the dock.

So Colin knew.

What about Gav?

Listen love, as far
as I can see.

There are only two in the frame
for the Satterwaite killing.

Your husband and your
old boyfriend.

You can't have it both ways.

You can't save both of them.

So which ones it to be?

- You've no right to--

- Personally I'd go
for young Farr.

After all, he was
one did a runner.

- He rang to warn us.

- Warn you?

- Someone had left him
a note about us.

Probably Harold himself.

Just his sort of trick.

Last night, Col were coming
off shift when Gav stopped him.

Told him not to come
near us again.

Col told him he wouldn't
touch Satterwaite's leavings.

Showed him the note.

Later on, got a bit worried
about what he'd said.

Thought Gav might come after me.

So he rang to warn us.

But,

Gav,

he never came home last night.

- You realize what this means?

- I told the truth.

-[Ellie] You didn't
kill him did you?

- In a way I did.

What I told Gav, I
didn't mean to say.

But I was in a state
and I needed to get out.

But I was responsible.

- You're in the clear.

You can tell Dalziel and Peter.

- No, I'm not ready.

There's things to sort out.

There's maybe something
else buried.

Why'd you think I did a flip?

- Please Colin.

Come back with me.

[melancholy music]

- Ta da Mrs Pascoe.

You got off lightly.

Most of them that cross my
path seem to end up damaged.

Just ask Harold Satterwaite.

[dramatic music]

- Come on then Gav.

We've got the lot.

- All those years of
greasing up to him.

All them pints I bought him.

Laughing at his smutty jokes.

All the time he were
poking my Stella.

He had it coming.

- Come on.

- Have you seen him?

- I've just left him, he's fine.

- No word about Farr?

Ellie, haven't seen
her since this morning.

Okay sir.

Ellie.

- Peter.

- Mrs Farr,

Gavin Mycroft just confessed
to Satterwaite's murder.

Colin's in the clear.

- Thank god.

- And I don't know where he is,

but we'd all be a lot happier
if he was here at home

where he belongs.

- Go on then.

Don't you trust your own man?

- I've just taken him
to the white rock.

He's going down the drift mine.

- What?

-[Ellie] Peter!

- Leave it Ellie please.

- Peter please.

I'm sorry.

- A bit late for that.

- Is it?

- I'm gonna go and sort
out your meddling.

We'll talk about it
when I get home.

- I'll try to be awake.

- Just try to be there.

- I'll go with him,

try and get Col to see
sense and come home.

I reckon I owe Billy that.

And you.

- Take care then.

- I think I know where
he'll have gone.

I'll show ya.

[dramatic music]

Gone down alright.

- Right then.

- No, no.

The rocks will be flooded
with water.

Pumps are switched off.

And this rain will fill it up.

-[Pascoe] Shit.

- You stop there
while help comes.

I'll follow him.

I know how to keep safe.

- I've gotta come, there's
no other way.

- He's gone down the mine sir.

Inspector Pascoe and Mr
Downey have gone after him.

- What the deaf buggers
done that for?

I hope they're good swimmers.

- I beg your pardon sir?

- Anyone been onto the pit
manager about the pumps?

Get in.

-[Pascoe] Colin Farr?

- Colin!

- It's a warren.

All these passages, we'll
never find him.

- I know where he'll go.

This way.

- Hello.

I reckon it's that
bugger Boyle's.

If he's about to clear
my pitch I'll kill him.

Come on.

[eerie dramatic music]

- Come on.

- I heard something.

- He won't be down there.

- Listen.

- Not safe in there lad.

Only a rat trying to
get away from the water.

Come on.

- But what would
it be doing 'ere?

Look.

It's Boyle.

- Get down.

- Pretty handy with
that aren't you.

- Hi Col.

- Is that what you used
to brain me dad with

before you tipped him
down the shaft?

And Jack-o and all.

I wanted these.

- Where'd you find them?

- You look for summit
long enough, you find 'em.

Drop 'em did ya?

When you heaved me
dad down here.

I bet you used your
big pitman's hands

on Tracy and all didn't ya?

You might as well
tell us Arthur.

'Cause one of us isn't
getting out of here.

- They're switching
the pumps back on.

And the rescue teams on its way.

- How long?

- Half an hour.

- They'll all be
finished by then.

- What are you doing sir?

- Something really stupid.

But then he's my lad isn't he.

I put a lot of time and
effort into his education.

- You were spying on Stella
and Satterwaite weren't ya?

- Used to watch 'em.

They had this place where
they used to go.

Found a spot nearby
with a good view.

Used to watch 'em.

Getting undressed.

God.

Really something, she was...

So sweet.

Him, a pitman almost my age.

It couldn't been me.

- What happened?

- I scared her.

I was, you know, excited.

She turned and ran.

I took off after her.

I was scared she'd scream out.

Kind of exciting, you
know chasing someone.

I only wanted to stop her,

tell her it were only me.

But when I caught
up she struggled.

Wriggling like a fish.

I were thinking about Stella,

how I had to shut the kid up

'cause filth could
get wrong idea.

Then.

She stopped.

She went slack in me arm.

- You killed her.

- I never meant to.

That's god's honest truth.

- And then me dad came back.

- I had to hide Tracy.

I dragged her away.

Then the dog came and found us.

Wouldn't go away.

In a way it were Jack-o
who killed your dad, Col.

He wouldn't go away.

- Get on with it.

- Your dad came and found us.

He looked at us and
he said me name.

- Arthur.

- And I hit him.

What else could I do?

Then the dog went for
me, so I hit him too.

Dropped your dad down
the shaft, then Jack-o.

Left Tracy where she
were and went home.

It were getting late.

That's all.

That's the end of it.

- Pascoe!

Pascoe!

- What about him?

- He followed you
in here yesterday.

He were getting close.

He weren't a very nice man.

- So you killed him?

- How did you get onto us Col?

- Yesterday I saw
you hit your dog.

I saw a different Arthur Downey.

It made me wonder whether
you'd ever hit any other dogs.

And then I got onto thinking

about how you said you saw
me dad drop Tracy home.

Everybody thought you
were an alibi for me dad.

Maybe a false one.

But really you were an
alibi for you want it?

- I never meant of this.

- Don't give me that.

You killed me dad,

so you could in up it
with me mam didn't ya?

- You got it wrong Col.

Me and your dad were best mates.

[groaning]

- Peter!

[groaning]

[screaming]

[water thundering]

Peter!

Hold on lad.

[groaning]

Come on son.

I've got it.

[groaning]

I told you I got you.

Let go.

You alright son?

- Yes [coughs].

- We're gonna be okay.

The calvary are coming.

[somber music]

-[May] Colin!

- Not your place.

Not your man.

- Colin!

Oh my god.

Colin.

No please god.

No.

No, Colin no.

No, oh god.

No [sobs].

- Oh Peter are your hurt?

- More inside than out
maybe, but I'll live.

- He's just after a bit of
sympathy and kisses better.

Poor lad got his feet wet.

Well get on with it and
put us out of our misery.

[smooth jazz music]