All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S03E04.The.Wood.Beyond.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- I love you, Mr. Pascoe.

- And I love you, Mrs. Pascoe.

I'll be home for Christmas

and we'll have us a
honeymoon, I promise you.

- We've already had it.

Give me a knife.

Why?

- Just give it to me.

Now, I'll always be with you.

Go.

- If there's one thing I
know about the Yorkshiremen,

it's that they work hard,
they play hard.

And when they have to,
by God, they fight hard.

I reckon with you lot,
the Hun'll have his work

cut out to beat you.

I thank my son

as I thank you all
for your noble

and patriotic gesture in
becoming Yorkshire Volunteers.

I'm proud of you and I only
wish that I could be out there

with you in what I know
will be the final victory.

- How were the honeymoon?

Three cheers
for God, King, and country!

Hip, hip.

Hooray!

Hip, hip.

Hooray!

Hip, hip.

Hooray!

Search for the hero
inside yourself

Search for the
secrets you hide

Search for the hero
inside yourself

- Hello, I'm terribly
sorry to bother you,

but I seem to have broken down

and I've no idea what to do.

I'm absolutely desperate.

- All right, love.

I'll have a look at it for you.

- Oh, thank you so much.

I'm hopeless when it comes
to anything mechanical.

Open a bonnet and I don't
know where to begin to look.

- Don't you worry, I'll
sort it out, love.

- Oh, that's so sweet of you.

Thank you very much.

It just sort of fizzled.

Ah.

Let's see.

What the?

- Just do exactly what we say.

- Evening, Eddie.

- All right, Jimmy.

- You listening to the match?

- What?

No, no.

- I thought you must be, judging
by the look on your face.

15, three down at half-time.

There's no second phase ball.

And the Wings have
hardly had a touch.

Still, that's been the
story all season, hasn't it?

- That's England.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, sure.

- Okay, Jimmy, I'm all yours.

- You're going to regret
this, I'm telling you.

- Oh, I don't know.

It all seems to be
going rather well.

Sit tight.

- Bitch!

Now, escape's
not part of the plan.

Maximum publicity is.

Okay, ladies?

- Let's do it.

- Wendy, go for the
hardware, not the personnel.

It'll look better in court.

- Best behavior, I swear.

They have some
important guests,

so let's make sure they
know we're here, okay?

- The framework is in place
for Wanwood Pharmaceuticals

and the Meredith
Corporation to become one.

We have the next seven
days for fine-tuning

and I will, of course, be on
hand to assist in that process.

Noah, if there's anything
you'd like to add?

- As a matter of fact,
David, yes, there is.

I'd kill for a scotch.

I must say, David.

I am very impressed with
what you've got here.

- Thank you.

We try to do our homework.

- Some of these new
products that

you've got in development.

Yeah?

- Truly interesting.

It's all going to plan.

- Yeah, see you in the morning.

- It's probably a line fault.

Happens all the time.

- Oh, sure.

- What is it?

A fault?

Boss, I was just.

Turn off the alarm.

- What?

- Do it.

They're not going anywhere.

- Here they come!

They're here, they're here!

Come on.

Over here!

Right, lads,
let's go on in.

Go on!

- Jimmy?

Don.

Situation sorted.

Boss, I'm sorry.

- Well, lucky for you
we got them all.

- Don, there's another one.

Outside the data area.

- How did she get up there?

- Cap, what are you doing?

This wasn't part of the plan.

Talk to me, Cap.

- Wendy, will you
please trust me?

I know what I'm doing.

Please,
Cap, talk to me.

- Wendy, not now.

I've got to go.

- I thought escape
wasn't an option.

Okay, we got her.

All
the attacking coming from

the blue and white shirts
of Argentina.

Good ball for Argentina.

England spoiling much
more, though.

Turning it over.

Now here's a chance.

Gomersall to Catt.

Catt.

Opportunities here, but
he's put that out.

- Dalziel.

- Evening, sir.

Thanks for coming.

- Sounds like you're
giving a party, Wieldy.

- Afraid not, sir.

- No matter.

I get bored on me nights off.

Especially when the
rugby's on telly

and I've only a bottle of
single malt for company.

We talking mass murder, Wieldy?

- Remains, sir.

- What?

Man?

Dog?

Politician?

- Remains to be seen, sir.

- Don't turn humorous
on me, Wieldy, please.

You don't have the face for it.

Who found these remains, then?

- Some animal rights protestors.

They're waiting to
be interviewed.

They're all women, sir.

- Oh, aye?

Is that why you dragged
me out here, is it?

Thought it time the boss
ended his quiet run?

- Gentlemen.

Owt useful to tell me?

- We've found a ribcage
and a skull, both human.

- I said useful.

Like cause and time of death.

Mother's maiden name,
that sort of thing.

- Nay.

You'll have to be patient
there, Andy.

This one's going to come
out in installments.

- Oh, can't wait.

Make sure you stick us
on the mailing list.

Who's that?

Oh, she's the
one that found the skull.

Bit shaken up, by all accounts.

- She doesn't look that
shaken up to me.

Where the sodding heck's Pascoe?

- He was at his
grandmother's funeral, sir.

- His what?

- Thanks.

And thanks for putting up
with the Pascoe rank and file.

- It's not a problem.

The address was great, Pete.

Spot on.

- Do you think so?

- You did her proud.

Look, why don't we
finish this off tomorrow?

I need to get back to Rose.

- Yeah, sure.

Look, you go back.

- You're not coming?

No, I've still
got the inventory to do.

- Tonight?

Okay, I'll see you later.

My darling Ada,

we've finally seen some action.

I'm a stretcher bearer now,

so I find myself in
the thick of it.

We gave a good account
of ourselves,

though we lost a few good mates.

But, we're still in good heart
and I hope to keep my promise

and be back with you
for Christmas.

- Thing is, I sort of
envy people with a cause.

You know, God, socialism,
saving trees.

Doesn't matter what it is.

Hey, gives 'em something to
do on long winter evenings.

Course, it's all
bollocks, really,

but they don't know
that, do they?

- Still, you've always
got your rugby, sir.

- Don Patten.

I run security around here.

- Oh, aye?

What happened tonight,
then, Don?

Short-staffed, were you?

- We apprehended some intruders,

that's what happened tonight.

- Oh, aye?

Apprehended them after
they broke in, like?

- They're in here.

- Thanks, Don.

We'll take over now.

Evening, ladies.

Superintendent Dalziel.

You play things my way and we'll

all be tucked up by midnight.

- And what's that's
supposed to mean?

It means statements
from the lot of you.

Concise.

I mean, no long words.

You're joking
me, aren't you?

I'm saying nothing
without a lawyer.

- Let me explain
something to you.

I missed tonight's match
thanks to your daft antics.

And if I miss the highlights
as well,

I'm liable to hold you
personally responsible.

- Cap?

The wanderer returns.

- Cap?

- Amanda Marvell.

Cap for short.

- Captain Marvel, sir.

The comic character.

- Right.

I wouldn't know about that.

I weren't allowed comics.

The joint efforts of
Satan and the Americans,

that's what my mother
used to say.

Been having fun, have you?

Didn't your mother ever tell you

not to play down in the woods?

Might bump into something nasty.

- It looks like I just have.

- Where are you hurt?

Where are you hurt?

There's not a scratch on you!

- Take me back, mate!

I'm all done in!

- I can't do that.

- Please, I'm going to
get shot out there.

- You'll get shot if
I take you back.

You'll be all right, mate.

- I'm not all right now.

Ammunition!

Ammunition!

Go!

- Oh, don't drop me,
for God's sake.

- Shut up!

Move!

It's a foot wound, sir.

- I can see that, Pascoe.

Put him in isolation.

He's not
that serious, sir.

- Don't argue.

Watch yoursen.

Down.

- Help me lift this.

He didn't look as if
he were dying to me.

- Save your sympathy, mate.

Captain Batty knows
what he's doing.

- Yeah, well, I'll tell you.

I wouldn't let that
doctor near me

if me head were hanging off.

- Here, mate, do you
want a cigarette?

I reckon I got me ticket
out of here.

You got a light?

Here, mate.

- Sorry to keep you waiting.

Just getting a report on
the damage to the lab.

- Oh, I imagine your insurance
will cover that, Dr Batty.

- Oh, yeah, the hardware, sure.

But, not the research.

I'm afraid we've been
set back weeks at least.

- One less shade of eyeliner.

- Not exactly.

Our work centers mainly
around diseases of the lung.

That's right.

Have you ever seen an
X-ray of your lungs?

- Aye.

I've got one on me mantelpiece.

I look at it on long
winter evenings.

Well, they'll
be in prime condition

compared to an African
teenager who's been hooked

on full strength tobacco
since he was five.

- I'm feeling better already.

So, this is you doing
your good works, is it?

- Yes.

That was taken in a village
just south of the Sahara.

We run a clinic there.

Do you know they have
the highest incidence

of tobacco-related mortality
anywhere in the world?

They help us with our research.

In return, we give them
the drugs they need.

I don't suppose Amanda
Marvell thought about

that when she wrecked
our lab tonight.

- Come on, lad, out of the way.

Two, three, up.

- Just a minute, mate.

Aye.

Sir.

Captain Batty?

- What?

- That man that we
brought in earlier, sir.

He's dead.

- Shock and heart failure,
I'm afraid.

- He only had a foot wound, sir.

- Were you a friend
of his, Pascoe?

- No, sir.

- Well, then, what
exactly is your interest?

- What did you give him?

- Are you questioning me
again, Private Pascoe?

I'd strongly advise
against that.

- So, we got a bunch of
woolly hats who were doing

the wrong things for
the right reason.

And the good Dr. David,
who's about to cure cancer

and make a few bob
while he's at it.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

We got a bag of bones
in the wood over there

that nobody knows owt about.

It's all too exciting
for me, this, Wieldy.

I'm off home to watch the rugby.

- I think you've missed it, sir.

- Oh, bloody hell.

I did hear
the score, though, sir.

- Yeah?

- They lost.

- Thanks.

- Twenty cubic meters
of this muck?

To take it where?

- Back down the lab.

Run it through a sluice.

- Well, what have you
turned up so far?

- Well, that's just it.

Nothing much.

A few bits of bones.

Enough to confirm the sex.

Male.

- Well, come on then,
give it to me straight.

How long has the bugger
been down there?

More than 60 years?

- You mean, so you
can file him away

and head off down
the Black Bull?

- You should have been
a psychoanalyst, Doc.

- Well, without further
tests, I can't say more.

You see, what a sluice will do,

it'll trap any object greater
than a centimeter in diameter.

- All right, all right.

I don't want a math lesson.

You'll get your toy.

Go on.

Morning, Wieldy.

You dug up owt useful?

- No, sir.

They had two employees
die this year.

One from a heart attack, the
other in a road accident.

- Leaving behind two
bodies, I dare say.

Where was the car accident?

- Africa.

One of their research scientists
name of Mark Fairclough.

- Oh, I think it's safe to
say that's off our patch.

- Sir, that Marvell
woman called the station.

She says she can't come
in to give a statement

on account of her
sprained ankle,

but she says you're welcome
to pop round.

- Pop round?

What am I, the district nurse?

- Well, I'll go if
you'd rather, sir.

- No, don't worry.

It's on me way.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

Then, just
tell me what's going on.

- I can't.

That policeman's going
to be here any minute

to take my statement.

You'll get chapter and
verse this afternoon.

Cap, I'm not
going anywhere.

- Wendy, will you please
just leave it alone?

Okay, I'll
find out meself.

- Oh, do what you like.

Will you just get lost?

- They're nasty, aren't they?

Sprained ankles.

I did mine in once
playing rugby.

A bowl of hot, salty water.

That's what I prescribe.

- Look, do you think we could
get this over with, please?

'Cause I've got rather
a lot to do.

- By all means.

You're not one for creature
comforts, eh?

I'm the same.

I mean, home is just somewhere
to rest your head, right?

- Oh, you know, one or two
luxuries and I can survive.

- One or two?

- Well, my cats, whisky,
silk underwear.

- Well, I can't comment
on the cats,

but the whisky sounds good.

- Be my guest.

You'll have to help
yourself, though.

- Oh.

You've got taste.

You want one?

- Okay.

- Um, there's just one thing
that puzzles me, Miss Marvell,

which I'm sure you can explain.

How is a bit of petty
vandalism supposed to,

supposed to help the monkeys?

It was an opportune
gesture.

Thanks.

- You mean, you decided
to embarrass Wanwood

whilst the Yanks were in town?

- Precisely.

- Is that it?

- That's it.

- My apologies, then.

I overestimated you.

You see, I thought with
all that careful planning,

you were after something
really big.

Not just a page in
the local rag.

- Is that a poorly coded
appeal to my vanity?

- No.

It's an appeal for the truth.

What were you really
after last night?

- I told you.

What do you want me to
do, make something up?

I saw 'em,
in his case.

That stuff wasn't medical issue.

You said you
thought he were all right.

- Yeah, I'm not so sure now.

- It don't matter, he's gone.

Back to England.

- It's one of theirs!

Olly, come on!

- I'm going.

- Hurry up!

Olly.

Olly, come on.

We've got to go.

Olly, you've got to run.

Come on!

Come on, Olly.

Run!

Come on!

Olly!

Olly!

- Excuse me.

Where can I find
Major Studholme?

- The office is through
that door.

- Thanks.

- Well, Inspector.

Your grandmother's reticence
was quite understandable.

There's very little to say.

Your grandfather was
sent home wounded

and placed in a military
hospital from where he
absconded.

- Absconded?

- Deserted.

- I don't believe it.

- I'm afraid it's true.

- I'd like to see
the file, please.

- I regret to say that's
not possible.

- How do you know he deserted?

I mean, how do you know that?

He disappeared.

It doesn't necessarily mean--

- There's more.

Some weeks later, his uniform
was found at Liverpool docks,

hidden in a rubbish bin.

It was believed he'd
gained passage to America.

A common enough story
for those who ran away.

- I suppose there's
quite a few who did.

- No, not many.

Most did their duty.

Quietly.

Obediently.

- My dearest Ada,
I've been wounded.

But, you mustn't worry,
it isn't serious.

And the good news is,
I'm coming home.

We'll be together again soon.

So you see, I will
be able to keep

my promise to you after all.

Olly?

We're here.

You all right, mate?

Easy, Jim.

- No, I'm all right.

I've got it.

- What do you reckon
to his new home?

Smart enough for you?

- It'll do.

Nurse, I would like a room
overlooking the garden, please.

Uh, if that's not possible,

I'll have a room
overlooking you.

- Did the women strike
any of your staff?

Not as such, no.

- Did they threaten to?

- One of them tried to
cut our driver's throat.

That's a threat in
my book, officer.

Listen, mate.

Wanwood aren't prosecuting.

You're wasting time,
yours and mine.

- This may come as
a shock to you,

but we can prosecute
without Wanwood's say so.

It's a perk of the job.

- That's just hypothetical,
isn't it?

It wouldn't be worth your while.

- Are these running
all the time?

- Yeah.

- The raid was taped,
wasn't it, Don?

- Yeah, of course.

- So, why did you
not say so before?

- If Wanwood were
prosecuting, I would have.

- Well, why don't you cut
out the smoke and mirrors

and run and get those tapes?

- Good-looking chap, weren't he?

What did he die of?

- There's a long crack
running down

from this compression here.

Someone whacked
him over the head?

- It's possible.

- Good to know people
don't change.

Nice of you to join us.

- Sorry, sir.

Family crisis.

Well, this
fellow's turned up

in the woods at Wanwood House.

You were saying, Doc?

- I don't think the skull
fracture killed him.

It's healed.

So what did?

- It's a tough one.

Oh, look at this.

You can see these odd
discolorations.

Look.

Here, here.

Seems to me like the bone
marrow's been seriously
depleted.

Eaten away.

While he was still
alive, I mean.

- Are you saying
he was poisoned?

Difficult to say.

I can tell you the poor
fellow died in agony,

whoever he was.

- Fair loves his work, old Doc.

I could do with a few
like him under me.

Enjoy your family get-together,
did you?

- It was a funeral,
sir, not a wedding.

- All the better.

I hate bloody weddings.

Lots of dull speeches and
you got to buy a present.

Now, with funerals, no
one expects you to laugh

and with a bit of luck,
you come away better off

than when you went.

- I'm afraid me grandmother
didn't have much to leave.

- Oh, well, I hope
you checked down

the back of the chair cushions.

Anyway, enough of that.

Looks like we're stuck
pretending this bag of bones

is a real-life murder case.

First thing to do is check
through the records of the
house.

- Well, that sounds like
my sort of thing.

Lots of chat and not too
much mud on me shoes.

- I was going to say that.

- I know.

- My dearest Ada,

they're looking after
us well enough,

but I miss you desperately.

Didn't you get my last letter?

Please, write soon.

Olly.

Grub's up, mate.

You heard from that
girl of yours yet?

- Waste of time.

Reckon she's found someone else.

Someone who can wipe
their own arse.

- I haven't heard from
Ada yet, either.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

Doctor.

Doctor!

Sir.

- I fear this may be a wasted
trip for you, Mr Pascoe.

Company records only
go back to the '60s.

- And before that, your
family lived here?

- Oh, no.

Family hasn't lived here
since the First World War.

My great-grandfather converted
Wanwood into a hospital.

I suspect it was his
bid for a knighthood.

A hospital?

A military hospital?

- That's right.

And it remained a hospital
of one sort or another

until the 1960s.

- This military hospital, was
it for the Mid Yorks Regiment?

- Yes.

How did you know that?

- I think my grandfather
was sent here.

- Really?

Well, I hope he made
a full recovery.

- No.

- Oh, he died?

- He disappeared.

Disappeared?

- Well, they say he deserted.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Listen, Mr Pascoe.

The way I see it, you and I
are living at the soft end

of a pretty hard century.

We simply can't imagine
the situations

our ancestors found
themselves in.

We think we can, but we can't.

So, if your grandfather did a
runner, who are we to judge?

- I don't, Mr Batty,
but thank you anyway.

- I'm really sorry I
can't be of more help.

- Do those hospital
records still exist?

- Oh, it was all such
a long time ago.

I'm afraid they were destroyed.

- That's Marvell.

Now you see her,

now you don't.

- So, where has she gone?

Well, that's
where it gets interesting.

I've been right through
these tapes

and Marvell doesn't
appear again.

Not anywhere.

- Well, she went somewhere
where there's no camera,

to powder her nose or summat.

- Sir, that corridor leads
directly into the data area.

There's nowhere else
she could have gone.

That's Wendy Walker.

The alarm goes off when
she enters the data area,

not before.

The alarm alerts the guards.

So now Patten's in on the
act, following Walker.

Walker, Patten.

But, no Captain Marvell.

Perhaps she
ran up the walls.

- I think you'll find
that was Spider-Man, sir.

Who is it?

- Superintendent Dalziel.

Sorry if I interrupted
your ablutions.

- What do you want?

I thought I'd answered
all your questions.

- You did.

I've made up some new ones.

- Haven't you got a phone?

- Last night when you left the
laboratory, where did you go?

- I'm sorry, I can't talk now.

- I can come back in 10
minutes, if you like.

- I won't be here in 10 minutes.

I've got to go out.

- Ankle better, is it?

- I am sorry.

Bad timing.

Call me tomorrow.

- Yeah?

Yes, Wieldy.

Sir.

- What have we got?

- Looks like hit and run, sir.

- Both legs broken,
arm, several ribs.

Early days, but I'd say those
injuries were posthumous.

- Someone killed her then ran
her over for good measure?

- It's possible.

Cause of death was actually
a blow to the head.

- Hoping we'd write it
off as hit and run?

Well, smart thing for us to
do is pretend we believe him.

- Him, sir?

- Excuse us, Doc.

Go on, Wieldy.

Share your thoughts.

I can take it.

- Well, there is a possible
female suspect, sir.

There was something going
off between her

and Marvell last night.

- I know.

I witnessed round two
this afternoon.

It doesn't make Marvell
a killer, though.

- Well, of course not, sir.

We just need to eliminate
her from our inquiries.

- I'm ahead of you.

- I'll put the kettle on.

- I've read them all.

Nothing.

No clues.

- Pete, I don't think
you should start

playing policeman with this.

- I can't help it, Ellie.

He was my grandfather.

He vanished into thin air.

- Or to America.

- Maybe he just couldn't
go back.

- Decide now to give
this up, please.

- It's too late.

It's what I've always wanted.

My chance to get to the
bottom of the Pascoes.

Well, you said it yourself.

"A sadder bunch of
mixed up no-hopers

"you couldn't wish to meet."

- Oh, come on.

Slagging off your partner's
nearest and dearest

is as natural as breathing.

You know it is.

- Sorry?

- Families aren't cases, Pete.

I know they're mysteries,

but they're not the
kind you can solve.

- I'm sorry.

I should warn you, she
doesn't look too good.

- I'll be all right.

- I'm sorry.

You have to say it.

- It's Wendy.

- Thank you.

- Why me?

- She had no one else.

- Andy, sluice has turned
up something interesting.

- Later, later.

It's standard
service issue.

There's some initials
on the back.

- O-M-W.

- Owen, Oswald, Oliver maybe.

It's about 80 years old,

consistent with the
age of the bones.

So, that's the end of that.

Case closed.

- Won't we try for an
identification?

- More gadgets, more money.

I have to be honest with you.

All this extra science
has told us so far

is that our man had a high
level of arsenic in his body.

- Arsenic?

- No.

It's not as interesting
as you might think.

Arsenic compounds were used
quite a lot in those days,

to kill bacteria.

- Can you find out
any more about it?

- Aye, I could, if you're keen.

To do with this case, is it?

- Maybe.

- What's his game?

What's he up to?

- What does it matter?

Just keep smiling.

Your
attention, please,

ladies and gentlemen.

And.

- Can't get rid of me, can you?

You should be flattered.

It's been a long time since
I've run around after a woman.

What's this place, then?

- I grew up round here.

This is where I used
to come to escape.

- A bolthole, you mean?

I had one of them.

The setting wasn't
so scenic, mind.

- We used to keep
things in here.

Secret things.

Old coins that we dug up.

Maps to find hidden treasure.

We?

- My brother.

I remember one time he
forgot to close up properly

and I was livid with him.

Poor boy.

- What does he do now,
this brother of yours?

- He's dead.

Car crash.

And now Wendy.

Isn't it strange when
you grow up in a place

and you think you know it
so well and then you come.

- Let me help you.

I can help you.

- Andy.

- Tell me.

Tell me.

- I can't.

I just can't.

- I'm going for some air, Olly.

- Bring some back for
me, you lucky beggar.

- You all right, old boy?

Where do you want it?

- I know King Alfred
burnt the cakes,

but even he could have
managed pasta.

- Why did he stop writing?

I mean, this is his last
letter dated months before

he disappeared from Wanwood.

Why did he stop?

- I don't know.

Perhaps Ada came to visit him.

- No, Ada told me she
never saw him again

after their wedding day.

- Pete, drop it.

You're just upsetting yourself.

- Yeah, it's like once
he got to Wanwood

he was already dead.

- And you're upsetting me.

- Olly?

Where is he?

What have you done to him?

Where is he?

- Robert!

Robert!

- Olly!

Olly!

Captain Batty experiments on
soldiers at Wanwood House,

killing them and saying
it's infections.

If I do not get out,
please send help.

Robert Pascoe.

- All right, then.

- Deserting, are we?

I'm sorry, Pascoe, but you
never could be told, could you?

No.

No!

No!

- Keep his uniform.

No!

Well, I think
we should keep digging.

This body may not
be the only one.

- Well, O-M-W is good
enough for me.

Now we can stop wasting
time and men.

- Sir, we can't be
certain the watch is his.

Oh, you're right, Peter.

It's an assumption.

- Since when have you been

satisfied with assumptions?

- Listen, you.

It may have escaped
your attention,

but we have a fresh corpse lying

not 20 yards from this room.

And as yet, we don't have
a single bloody lead,

let alone a suspect.

What's wrong with you, Peter?

- I don't know, sir.

- Well, find out and quick.

- Sir.

- Sir.

A witness has come forward.

He was driving down
Ludd Lane between

7:OO and 7:30 last night.

He saw a Jeep pulled
up on the verge.

- And Amanda Marvell
drives a Jeep.

Well, we'd better search it.

- I've already sent somebody
around, sir.

She's not there,
but the Jeep is.

- Well, make a phone call.

Impound it.

And when you come back,
bring your coat.

There's summat I
want to show you.

- Superintendent.

Come to say your goodbyes,
have you?

I don't expect you remember me.

Reddings warehouse
last year.

Possession of a firearm.

- No, sir.

I was at Dartleby nick.

PC Howard, sir.

- Jumped ship, did you?

Got yourself a cushy
one watching TV?

Problem is, PC Howard, the
camera sometimes does lie.

- What?

Superintendent,
the system is foolproof.

- Just one question.

Nothing to get upset about.

Uh, there's no other
way to the data area?

- Yeah, there is.

By crawling along the ceiling.

Short of that, you've got to
come through here and bang,

you're on Candid Camera.

- Ah.

What does this do?

It's a sensor.

You break the beam,
it sets off an alarm

in our control room.

- Good.

Thank you.

- So, is that it?

- No, not exactly.

- Is he always like this?

- Where the hell has he gone?

- I think he's found
the hole in your net.

Very impressive, sir.

- But, knowing what I
think about smartarses,

you're wondering why
I'm trying so hard

to go for the gold medal.

- The question did
enter my head, sir.

- I'll tell you.

This afternoon proved one thing.

Marvell must have known
this place inside-out

and back to front.

- Inside being the key word.

- Precisely.

You're coming on, Wieldy.

Pascoe will be back to
opening my fan mail

if he's not careful.

- But, if Marvell is in league
with someone inside Wanwood,

what would be in it for them?

A job knitting demo
banners together?

- We'll only know that when
we know what she was after

and if she found it.

- Well, I had her searched, sir.

She was clean.

- Whatever it is, it must
be something pretty valuable

and not just to her, either.

Mind you, I don't see
him knitting banners.

Do you?

- Much as I thought.

Primitive arsenic compound
with an ethanol solvent,

trade name Menadine,
antibacterial precursor to
penicillin,

used in the First World War.

Was it effective?

- In the short-term, probably.

Nasty side effects.

Internal bleeding,
heart failure.

- Weren't the manufacturers
prosecuted?

- Doubt it.

Soldiers in the First
World War weren't covered

by the Consumer Protection Act.

- No.

Thanks, Doc.

- Didn't reckon Marvell
for a hired hand.

- What do you mean, sir?

- She's in bed with the Yanks.

- Evening, Andy.

Got some good news
for you at last.

- Oh, aye, what's that?

- Forensics come through.

Found some traces of
blood in Marvell's Jeep.

Same type as the victim's.

- Fancy a pint?

I'm buying.

- I can't, sir.

I'm supposed to be at a party.

- That sounds fun.

Can I come?

- I'm not sure it would
be your scene, sir.

- Go on, shove off.

I see enough of you as it is.

- Goodnight, sir.

- I need a warrant.

Name of Amanda Marvell.

- Mr. Pascoe, what
brings you here?

Your grandfather
created Menadine, didn't he?

- That's right.

Primitive by today's standards,
but very welcome in its day.

My grandfather drew on
his own experiences

in the trenches to
develop the drug.

- I think my grandfather
knew your grandfather.

- Yes, well, it's certainly
possible.

- I think he knew
what he was up to.

- Up to?

What exactly was my
grandfather up to?

- Injecting people, trying
out different doses.

Experimenting.

- Experimenting?

- I think that when my
grandfather was wounded

he was sent back here,
where he died.

Did your grandfather
experiment on him as well?

- Mr Pascoe, my grandfather
was never stationed here.

He didn't come back to
Wanwood until after the war.

- Well, I think he did.

- Mr Pascoe, why can't
you face the truth?

My grandfather was a
doctor who gave life

and hope to hundreds
of wounded men.

Your grandfather was a
deserter who fled to America.

It's as simple as that.

- How do you know that?

That he went to America?

- You told me.

- No, I didn't.

- Then, I must've seen
it in records.

- You said all the records
were destroyed.

You know.

You know, don't you?

- I've no idea what you're
talking about.

- You know what happened
to my grandfather.

- Mr Pascoe,

you've been working too hard.

Go home, get some sleep.

Let the dead rest in peace.

Believe me, they're
happier that way.

- My client has cooperated
to excess,

making no complaint about
the unauthorized removal

of her motor vehicle.

- I'm very grateful for
your advice, Douglas,

but let him have his say.

I'm very sorry that your
softly-softly approach didn't
work.

- So am I.

Believe me.

When we searched your Jeep, we
found traces of oil and rust.

Our tests suggest they come
from Wendy Walker's bicycle.

- Well, I gave Wendy a
lift a couple of weeks ago.

She put her bike in
the back of my Jeep.

- We also found traces of blood.

Group O, same group
as Wendy Walker's.

- Well, I can explain that.

Um, one of our group cut her
hand on a demo the other day.

- How did she manage that?

- I'm not entirely sure,
but I do remember

that she took a bandage
from my first aid box,

and so she might've spilled
some of her blood on the floor.

- Sounds plausible.

Of course, we can check her
blood group easily enough.

- I didn't kill Wendy,
she was my friend.

- Let's talk about the
night Wendy was killed.

You say you spent the
evening at home

after a person you
arranged to meet canceled.

That's correct, isn't it?

- It's correct.

- Then, how is it I saw
you leave your house

just after eight o'clock
in a posh car, no less?

You don't have to
answer that question, Amanda.

- Were you spying on me?

- Just answer the question.

- You made a mistake.

It was dark.

There are a lot of people
who live in my building.

You made a mistake, that's all.

- You're not making
life easy for yourself.

When you left your
chums in that lab,

what were you off to find?

- Evidence, photographs,
anything that might prove
useful.

- And what did you turn up?

- Nothing.

Okay, is this your
usual technique?

You say that you want
to help somebody

and then you just try
and stitch them up?

- Why did you do a runner?

That wasn't part of
the plan, was it?

- I panicked.

- Funny, that.

I'm normally a good
judge of character

and I don't have you down
as the panicking type.

- Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you.

- Sorry, sir, we're closing now.

Sir, we're closing now!

- Mr Pascoe.

I'm afraid we're about to--

- Close, I know.

I need to see the service
bars of all the men

who were sent to recuperate
at Wanwood House.

- I've told you before,
it's just not possible.

- This is official business
now, Major.

- Then, you will already know
that you have to apply to

the Ministry of Defense if you
want to examine the records.

- I need access now.

- You're not going to
bully me into this.

I've no more to say.

Good evening, Mr Pascoe.

- No one there.

- Mr Seger, thanks
for taking time out

from your very busy schedule.

- Not a problem.

I just hope I can be
of some assistance.

- I'm sure you can.

Our Yorkshire roads must play
havoc with that car of yours.

- We manage.

- I only mention it
'cause a passerby

saw it stuck in a pothole.

At least, I assume it was stuck.

Well, you wouldn't have
any other reason

to stop outside Miss
Marvell's flat?

- Well, I think maybe
they were mistaken.

Who was this passerby?

- I haven't quite been
on the level, Mr Seger.

It was me.

- Mr Dalziel, why don't
I arrange lunch,

so that you can discuss this
further with my attorney?

- Oh, I'll get my people to
call your people, shall I?

After all, it is
a murder inquiry.

- Miss Marvell and the
Meredith Corporation

had a matter of mutual
interest to discuss.

That's all.

- A little something
she had and you wanted?

- No.

A little something she'd lost
that we could help her find.

- And did you find this
little something?

- No.

We didn't feel that would
be appropriate.

- Then, you won't mind telling
me where I can find it.

Our preliminary
discussions with Miss Marvell

suggested it was hidden
near where she fell.

What, in the woods?

Apparently, there's
some kind of a ruined building

right where the bones
were discovered.

I should try looking there.

O-M-W.

Owen, Oswald,
Oliver maybe.

His uniform was
found in Liverpool docks,

hidden in a rubbish bin.

Mr Pascoe,
my grandfather

was never stationed here.

He didn't come back to
Wanwood until after the war.

- I thought you understood
these things.

- You need an expert
to read them, sir.

- Sod that.

Look, how do you know
these things are on there

if you can't see 'em?

- Well, they're listed.

They just can't be read.

- Well, show us the list, then.

There you are.

What did I tell you?

We don't need an expert.

Africa.

Isn't that where Wanwood
have their hospital?

It's also where
their research scientist died.

Mark Fairclough.

- Maybe he was Marvell's
man on the inside.

- I've got a contact number
for a Mrs Fairclough.

- His wife?

- No, sir, his mother.

- Pete, where have you been?

What happened to you?

What happened?

Oh.

- This better turn up
something, Wieldy.

I don't like upsetting
grieving relatives

for no good reason.

- If it doesn't, sir,
I'll buy you lunch.

Mrs Fairclough?

- Yes.

- We'd like to talk to
you about your son, Mark.

- Hello, Cap.

I want you to
call somebody right now.

- Like who, the police?

- Oh, very funny.

- I have to finish this.

- Oh, don't tell me.

You have to do it on your own.

- That's right.

- I don't believe this.

Pete, you're the most measured
and cautious man I ever met.

Sometimes I wish you
weren't, but you are.

Now, get back into
character, please.

- My grandfather is
buried in that wood.

- Pete.

- He's probably lying 10 yards

from where they found that body.

- Peter, that's enough.

- The man, when he
was chasing me,

I slammed the door on his arm.

- That's it.

I don't want to hear
any more about this.

I am sick of it!

Ooh.

- Both my children
took after me.

Strong-willed and difficult.

- So, you and Mark fell out?

- I jacked in research because
I no longer believed in it.

Mark stayed on.

- It made for some
pretty nasty rows.

- When I got divorced,
I kept my name.

I didn't want anyone to know
that Mark was my brother.

Then, one day he turned
up out of the blue

and said he wanted to talk.

- He found out what
Batty was up to?

- Well, he had his suspicions,
at least.

He thought the dosage levels
looked dangerously high,

so he spoke to Batty,
who assured him

there was nothing untoward.

But, Mark wasn't
quite convinced.

- So, Batty sent him to
Africa to see for himself.

- Hmm.

We never saw him again.

- The last time I spoke
to him he was in some

fly-blown village on
the edge of the Sahara.

He was very frightened.

He said he thought his
life was in danger

and he made me promise to
carry on where he'd left off.

- And he told you how to do it.

Right down to the file names
and the surveillance system.

- Yes, but when I
sprained my ankle,

I knew I'd never be able
to get the disk out,

so that's why I hid it.

- And made contact
with Mr Seger?

- Well, by then I was desperate.

I'd have done anything
to get the truth out

about David Batty and Wanwood.

- Pity you didn't
tell Wendy that.

Captain
Batty experiments

on soldiers at Wanwood House.

Killing them and saying
it's infections.

If I do not get out,
please send help.

Robert Pascoe.

- The good Doctor Batty has
got a lot to answer for.

I'm going to enjoy this.

- Sir?

- Whatever he's up to in
Africa is worth killing for.

- You think he murdered
Mark Fairclough?

- I reckon he knows
the man who did.

He fixed it up to look
like a road accident.

Case closed.

- But, Wendy Walker
didn't know about Africa.

- That's the tragedy.

Batty had seen the
surveillance tapes.

He thought Walker had stolen
the disc, not Marvell.

- So, Batty went after
her instead.

- Road accident number two.

His specialty.

- Hang on a minute, sir.

- Detective Inspector Pascoe.

I want to see David Batty.

- He's tied up, in a meeting.

- Well, you'd better
go and untie him,

or I'll do you for obstruction.

- And I hope most of all
that the last few days

have proved one thing.

That Wanwood deserves equal
status in our shared future.

- Hear, hear.

- Mr Pascoe, as you can see,

we're rather busy at the moment.

- Roll up your sleeve.

Your right sleeve.

Mr Pascoe, you're
not making a shred of sense.

- How many wounded soldiers
did it take to make Menadine?

Wasn't just Olly Wilson
and my grandfather, was it?

That's why you tried to kill me.

- Kill you?

You're insane.

- How many other bodies
are buried in that wood?

10, 20, 100?

- Mr Pascoe, this is
ancient history.

As I've already told you.

- Are we going to have
to dig them all up?

- Show the man your arm, David.

- Dr. Batty?

- Police, stop him!

- It's all right, lad.

We're already here.

I requisitioned this from
David Batty's drinks cupboard.

I'm sure he won't mind.

You're a proper Charlie,
turning up here on your own.

Responsible citizen like you
should've called the police.

- Had to be sure.

- Try telling that to
the prosecution council.

Maverick cop wages private war.

That'll be the headline,
you know?

Still, I reckon there's
enough there

to send him down
for a few years.

- It puts Marvell in the clear.

- Aye.

And me in the dock.

Pete?

- Hello.

Here's a pretty nurse.

I'd better go clear
up your mess, then.

- Thanks, Andy.

- You can kiss goodbye
to your American deal.

- There'll be other deals.

- I wouldn't bet on it.

We found tire prints at the
scene of Wendy Walker's murder.

They match the tires
of your Jeep.

- And you think that'll
be enough to convict me?

- Oh, I expect you'll try
and buy your way out of it.

But then of course,
there's Africa.

So, you were testing your
drugs on the local population.

Sometimes you got
the dosage wrong.

What the hell?

Who cares about a few
defenseless individuals?

- You're weak, Dalziel.

Like all sentimental do-gooders.

First time I've
been accused of doing good.

- Think about the
lives we'll save,

not about the handful
we've lost.

Don't you care about
the broader canvas?

Then, ask someone
with lung cancer.

Ask them if they care.

- Bet the neighbors love you.

- Bet the neighbors
aren't starving.

- I think we should talk.

- We've talked, remember?

- Yes, but we were interrupted,
remember?

Any road, I brought
you a present.

Highland Park.

Think you'll like it.

- I don't think so, Andy.

- Why didn't you tell
me what you were doing?

- You got there in the end.

- That's not the point.

- You're a policeman.

- And therefore not
to be trusted.

- What the hell?

You didn't trust me,
either, did you?

I am sorry, you know?

- Well, it's here if
you change your mind.

Fancy a drink, puss?