All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S04E02.Recalled.to.Life.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

[gentle string music]

- When I'm with you, it's as
though Pamela doesn't exist.

- I wish she didn't exist.

- So do I, my darling.

Close your eyes.

Go on.

We'll pretend she doesn't exist.

- Cissy!

Cissy, where are you?

Cissy.

Phillip needs changing.

Did James say what
time he'd be back?

- No, Mrs. Westropp.

- Emma, don't, let Daddy
do that, it's very heavy.

Go along with Nanny now.

I'll see you later, Mavis.

- I hope so.

- Wife indisposed
again, Partridge?

- I'll be all work
no play, Fisher.

Besides, don't you have
your own amusement lined up?

- Thomas.

- Pamela.

- Oliver.

- Pamela.

- Nice to see you
again, do come in.

- No James?

- He's done his disappearing
trick again.

- And doubtless he'll reappear

when there's food on the table.

So when can I see you?

- Later, in the gun room.

- Thomas and I wanted to
talk to you privately, James,

before any more damage is done.

- We have a responsibility
to find the source.

- You're not suggesting
I'm responsible

for passing information
to the other side.

- Well someone is.

Prove to us it isn't you.

- You have my word.

- Well sadly that
won't be enough.

- There may be a mole,

but it's not me.

- I want to believe
you James, I do,

but I can't.

- Can't allow another
scandal, not after Perfumo.

It has to be sorted
out immediately.

- Gentlemen,

goodnight.

I'm going to go to bed.

[suspenseful string music]

- What if he doesn't
admit to it?

- For god's sake, Thomas,
hold your nerve.

- You sleep with her, don't you?

James, don't you?

[smacking]

God, I hate you.

Oliver loves me.

He makes love to me the
way that you never could.

How does that make you feel?

- Pamela!

- Don't say another word.

[crying] I hate you.

[stomping]

[bell chiming]

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Pamela's dead, Cissy.

You have to help me.

- Cissy Kohler was convicted
of the murder

of Pamela Westropp in 1963.

We maintain that Ms.
Kohler's confession

was obtained under
extreme duress,

sufficient to cast a
doubt on its voracity

and thereby to render
her conviction unsafe.

The Home Secretary and
the court agreed.

- Kohler, whose lengthy
stay in prison

included nearly 12 years
in the psychiatric wing

of Langton Prison, only
relatively recently

asserted her innocence.

Evidence put before the court

indicated that the suspect had
been assaulted by the police

during the interrogation
which led to her confession.

It's another damaging
blow to police credibility

following the release
of the Britwater three,

- Bloody rubbish, Wally.

We both know that.

She's as guilty as hell.

I'da thrown away the key
and not thought of it again.

- Detective Superintendent
Wally Tallantire, since retired,

was the officer in charge
of the Westropp Hall case.

He received a good
deal of notoriety

for his handling of that case.

I suspect he'll receive
a good deal more now,

albeit less welcome.

[cameras clicking]

- Miss Kohler, are
you, are you angry?

[reporters shouting
simultaneously]

[ominous orchestral music]

[objects banging]

- Who died?

- You'd be wise to give Dalziel
a wide berth this morning.

- What's special about
this morning?

- He'll be in a mood, what
with Kohler and Hiller

both returning to haunt him.

-[Peter] Who's Hiller?

- Deupty Chief Constable to you.

He's a propriate in this office

to run his investigation.

- This'll do nicely.

One of you lads give us a hand,

we've got some computer gear
and files that we're shifting.

Looks good.

- So, Wield?

- Constable.

-[Peter] What's Dalziel
got to do with Kohler?

That was 30 odd years ago.

Surely it's Wally Tallantire
that's on the spot.

- Dalziel worked closely with
Wally when he was a youngster.

- It's hard to imagine
him young.

- And he won't take kindly
to anyone casting aspersions.

Wally was his big hero.

He loved him, respected him.

- You're makin' Dalziel
sound almost human.

- Dalziel today is what
Tallantire was 30 years ago.

- So we got him to blame?

- Someone to blame is
what Hiller needs.

Dalziel's the only one
left who had anything to do

with the Westropp Hall
investigation.

If the inquiry gets hot,

Andy's the one likely
to get burnt.

- Hiller will know Dalziel
was just a face

in the back of a photograph.

- That's the second part
of the bad news.

Hiller hates Dalziel, about
as much as Dalziel hates him.

- Geoff, is that you?

Geoff Hiller, by
all that's holy.

How are ya, lad?

What fettle.

By god, it's good to see ya.

- How are ya, Andy?

- I'm grand.

Who's your friend?

- This is Detective
Inspector Stubbs.

Meet Detective Superintendent
Dalziel

head of Mid-Yorkshire CID.

- Hi, glad to meet you, sup.

- Sup?

Up here we drink soup

or we chew it if it's homemade.

Are you gonna be with
us long enough

to understand our little
Yorkshire ways?

- You may have heard
some question has arisen

over the safety of the verdict

in the Westropp Hall
murder case.

The home office has
ordered an inquiry.

- I've heard now.

But let me guess, you're
doing the inquiry.

Well let me assure you,
you'll get naught

but cooperation from my
department, Geoff.

- That's kind of ya.

- It's not kind.

What do you expect?

- Can I speak to
you for a moment?

- Well isn't that what
we're doin' now?

And havin' a right
go at it, as well.

- Privately.

- Of course, Geoff.

You just let me settle,
and I'll be in my office

when you're ready to speak.

Bloody Adolf.

Higher up a monkey climbs,
the more he shows his ass, eh?

Any messages?

- Reporters, looking
for a comment.

- Well they'll get naught
from me, any of 'em.

- I thought I was getting
out of prison,

or am I just changing cells?

- It was Hiller's idea.

This way the press
won't bother you

and you can take your
time readjusting.

- After 35 years, taking my time

is the last thing I want to do.

- It's for your own good.

Look, these officers are on
24-hour duty to protect you.

- Oh good, that should
make me feel more at home.

- Geoff, come in.

Please, take a seat.

- I think it's time to
lay a few ground rules.

First, in front of
the other officers,

protocol will be observed.

That means sir instead of Geoff.

- Fair enough.

No more Geoffin' around.

- Second, the inquiry
remarketed to us

is off limits to all
Mid-Yorkshire staff, including
you.

- Is that all?

- If you have any papers,
any information related

to the Westropp Hall case, I
want to see them immediately.

- Well, there's no need
to keep anything

when the case is closed and
you've got the right villain.

- It's open now.

And let me say this
loud and clear,

if I find that you're
obstructing

my investigation in any way,

I'll bury you.

- You'll have to dig a big hole.

[laughing]

- It's in all our interest to
keep things on an even keel.

- Even keel, plane sailing.

- Plane sailing, yeah,
that's what we want.

- Pascoe.

Have they started to
pull Cissy Kohler's files

from the archives yet?

- Well, they're stackin'
the boxes right now.

- I need to put together a
list of anyone still livin'

who was at Westropp
Hall that weekend.

- Andy, I can't.

Raymond's just,

Raymond's just told me

I'm to liaise with Hiller
on the inquiry.

- God bless him, that will
put us on the inside track.

- I'm not to discuss
anything about the case

or the inquiry with you.

I'm sorry.

[somber string and piano music]

- We need to see any memoirs
or papers you might have,

Mr. Tallantire, relating
to the case.

Wally, can you hear me?

Can't understand a word.

He's too lolly, he's
gone, Chief.

[upbeat gameshow music]

-[Nurse] Hello Mr. Rosser.

-[Geoff] Yeah, yeah
he's breathing.

-[Nurse] Brought your
dinner for you.

Hold on, there.

- Geoff.

Oh, sorry.

Sir, you've come to
visit, have ya?

- What are you doing
here, Dalziel?

- I'm here to feed Wally.

Wally doesn't manage it so
well anymore since the stroke.

You gotta look after
your own, don't ya?

Or some of us do, anyway.

I've got some nice food here.

Well, I guess you could
call it food.

It's for you, Wally.

Yeah.

Oh, could you take the
cup for me, off the tray?

Thanks.

Would you mind puttin' that
on the table as well, sir?

Thank you.

Open wide, come on, open.

That's it.

There you go.

You haven't come to question
him, have ya?

Oh, you're on a loser
there, sir.

I doubt if he remembers
anything anymore.

Sometimes he thinks I'm Maude.

That was his wife,
god rest her soul.

- We just wanted to see
if he had any information

or papers that might help
us with our investigation.

- Wally,

Wally,

if you've got any papers

or anything relating to
the Westropp Hall case,

can you nod your head?

No, you see,

you'll have no joy here,
sir, I'm sorry.

Sorry about that.

There you go.

Well if you're intending
to stay,

you could help me change him.

There's some nappies
over there in the toilet.

- Well no, uh, well
we better be off.

- Eh?

Oh, I understand, you've
got a lot more ground

to cover for your investigation.

- Yeah.

- Well I'm sure Wally
appreciated you dropping by.

- See you again, Wally.

- They're going now, Wally.

Say ta-ta.

- Fancy a pint, gov?

[door slamming]

[objects rustling]

- Is this them, Wally?

[groaning]

[suspenseful string
and piano music]

[scraping]

- There you go, Rosie.

That should send you
off to the land of nod.

Ben Raymond told me not to talk
to Dalziel about any of it.

- Hm, there's a relief.

- Well I don't like being
put in that position.

- Well it means he won't be
calling here at all hours

demanding your attention
like a lap dog.

Rosie will see more of Daddy

and less of grumpy Mummy.

[phone ringing]

-[Peter] Pascoe.

- Remember, you're not
supposed to talk to him.

- You said it was an emergency,

not breaking and entering.

- It was broke out, anyway.

What's the world coming to

if the head of CID can't
enter any room he likes

in his own station?

-[Peter] Fair enough,

but I don't see why a man who
can enter anything he likes

would need any assistance from
an ordinary Martin like me.

- Don't get cheeky.

Look, you know about
these things, don't ya?

Well I know how to
switch them on

and switch them off,
but that's about all.

Give us a demonstration.

- I can't sir, Raymond
gave me a direct order.

- Am I asking you about
the bloody inquiry?

No.

I'm asking you how
you work computers.

There's no harm in it.

All right Inspector,
I'll not beg.

You bugger off home and
argue with your wife.

I'll sort this out meself.

A man who can play the bagpipes

shouldn't have trouble
with this job.

[keys pounding]

[beeping]
[smacking]

-[Peter] Move over.

- Oh.

- What do you want to know?

- Everything Hiller knows.

- I can't just thump it

and get it to tell
me everything.

It's not old fashioned
interrogation.

Be specific.

- All right, the main
thing I want to know is

where is Kohler shacked up now.

Not specific enough?

Well let's not waste
your talents.

Give us every buggers address,

all of them at Westropp
Hall that weekend.

[keys tapping]

Oh, Thomas Partridge,
he was there.

-[Peter] The former minister.

-[Andy] Now Sir Thomas,
all-around big wig and fat cat.

[computer humming]

James Westropp's dead.

That's one less to bother about.

-[Peter] Westropp's son,
Phillip, he's still alive.

-[Andy] Yeah, he'd been
about a year old at the time.

Oliver Fisher.

[beeping]

-[Peter] What's so special
about Fisher?

-[Andy] I don't know,
but when I find out

I'm not gonna like it.

Good, Mavis Marsh stayed local.

-[Peter] Who was Marsh?

- Ah, she was the nanny
to Partridge's kids,

who used to minister to the
minister in his spare time.

-[Peter] That's it, sir,
that's the sum total

of the help I can
give you on this.

-[Andy] I understand, and
to show my appreciation

I'll treat you to a fish supper.

[keys jangling]

-[Peter] I'll call the station.

- No, lad, I don't want
half the squad down here

to scatter dust over
me attic and chips.

- You've been burgled.

- Yeah, mind you, if they
wanted to make it look real

they would've taken the telly
and the VCR, wouldn't they?

Save my supper.

-[Peter] What were
they looking for?

- I don't know.

Wally's papers, my papers,

anything to do with
the Westropp Hall case.

It's a little trick
my mother taught me.

Anything valuable, they
never look in the icebox.

- Sir, I don't think
Hiller's the type

to resort to breaking an entry.

- Neither do I.

- But you just said--

- I didn't say it was Hiller.

- Well then who would've--

- The Emmies.

- The Emmies?

- MI-5, MI-6, the funny buggers.

- And what makes you think
they'd wanna cover this up?

- Instinct.

At the end of the day,
Wally will be the villain

and the case will be closed.

- Nobody here's the
villain, sir.

- For meself, I think
that truth and loyalty

are in short supply these days.

The truth is, Wally
did a good job

arresting those that
needed to be arrested,

based on the evidence he had.

See, I found that key
in Westropp's jacket.

It's the key to the gun room

where Pamela's body was found.

- Sir, Hiller's gonna
know someone took it

from the evidence boxes.

- It wasn't in the
evidence boxes.

- You withheld evidence?

- Kohler confessed, Wally
had the culprit.

- He could've placed
Westropp in the room

where his wife was murdered.

- Westropp had an
alibi, remember?

I didn't wanna muddy the waters,

didn't think it mattered anyhow.

- You kept it for 35 years

and didn't think it
meant anything?

- I showed it to Wally.

He said it meant nothing.

He had the guilty party.

I didn't want the buggers
destroying Wally's reputation.

That's the loyalty part.

- Wally's all yours.

Sir, I think it's best we
didn't have this conversation.

Goodnight.

- If you don't want your
fish supper, can I have it?

[door banging]

[birds chirping]

[eerie music]

[bell chiming]

[moaning]

[grunting]

[vomiting]

[suspenseful string music]

- Stop panicking, do as I
say, everything will be fine.

We've found him.

I'm trying to get in touch.

I'll go to see him in
person if I have to.

Listen to me, I know
what I'm doing.

[tapping]

Look Cissy, I'll call you later.

Just a moment.

- Ms. Marsh?

- You are?

- Inspector Sergeant Jones,

I'm head of the inquiry
into the Westropp Hall case.

[lock clanking]

- Come in.

- Thank you.

- Wieldy, can I just
have a quick word with--

- Sorry, he's asked me not
to speak to you about it,

said to say to you, loyalty.

Said you'd know what that meant.

- It was a long time
ago, wasn't it?

That awful night
at Westropp Hall.

I feel a bit of an
antique myself.

- A well preserved one.

- [laughing] Flattery
will get you everywhere.

I was delighted Cissy
Kohler was finally released.

- Oh, why was that?

- All those years for
something she didn't do,

seems to be quite a habit for
the police to get it wrong.

It was those two policemen
that upset her so much,

she'd have confessed
to shooting Kennedy

if they'd asked her.

- My, they're not short
of a few Bob.

-[Mavis] The older one
was a right bully.

-[Andy] Wally Tallantire?

-[Mavis] That's him.

- Does it smell like
suicide to you, dear lad?

Murder, it has a certain
sorta smell.

It hangs in the air like
the smoke of a cheap cigar.

Instinct, a detective's
best friend.

- If you were so sure
she was innocent,

why didn't you come forward
for the trial?

- Well, I didn't have any
evidence, as you would say,

that she was innocent,
just an instinct.

And instinct is fallible,
isn't it?

Besides, she confessed.

Scone?

- Oh please.

So it's nothing to do
with your relationship

with Sir Thomas Partridge?

- As I'm sure you know,
perfectly monstrous allegations

were made about us, which
I'm sorry to say

put their marriage to the test.

It was his duty to protect
the government

from the hint of scandal,
so he resigned.

His impeccable behavior seems
lost on ministers today.

- Well the years seem to
have treated you well.

- [laughing] I've
been fortunate.

My years as a housemother

at Beddington College
were glorious.

- Are you still in touch
with Sir Thomas?

- No, sadly, but I follow his
successes in the newspapers.

Perhaps you'd like to see
some of my photo albums

and scrapbooks.

- Are there more scones?

- Of course.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

I've got a meetin'
with Sir Thomas.

[gate humming]

[rain pelting]

-[Thomas] I had no doubts
about the verdict, Mr. Dalziel,

none at all.

Nor did I find anything
reprehensible

in the way Wally Tallantire
conducted the case.

- But, if she's innocent
as she says.

- As she says, precisely.

Tell yourself a lie for 30 years

and you're bound to believe it.

She certainly felt
guilty at the time.

- Did you keep in touch
with James Westropp?

- No.

I hardly knew him.

- You know he's dead.

- Died abroad, I heard.

Buried back here next
to his wife, I'm told.

There's loyalty for
you. [laughing]

We all tried to get
over that awful weekend.

I imagine he never did.

It was a terrible time.

We were on the verge of
rebuilding the country,

had the government who
could do the job,

and then that silly tart
Keeler ruins it all.

- I always heard Perfumo
had somethin' to do with it.

- You know, 16 years we
had to wait for Thatcher

to put things right.

Keeler and Kohler, there's
a lesson in it.

- Avoid women whose
names begin with K?

[laughing]

- Can it be as simple as that?

[lively organ music]

[birds cawing]

- When I read the
papers about it,

it's as though they're writing
about someone else's life,

not mine.

I have no memory of Kohler,
or my mother.

They're fiction to me.

- But your father told
you what happened.

- I was quite young
when he died.

My first year at Beddington.

I don't imagine he
thought the details

would give me any comfort.

- You went to Beddington
College?

- Stayed there until university.

My housemother was
the first person

to tell me the sordid
details of it all.

- What was her name?

- Ms. Marsh.

She used to look after
me on the school holidays

if no aunt or uncle was
willing to take me in.

All those years.

I didn't dwell on it,
but now I will.

If Kohler didn't kill my
mother, someone must have.

- Ah, well,

thanks for your help, Phillip.

[bells chiming]

[lively organ music]

[gun firing]

- So what's Hiller
done about Cissy?

- Safe house.

She's a sad, unstable woman.

- From the deep recesses
of my memory,

I seem to recall that
was your description

of Pamela Westropp.

Pull!

[gun firing]

- Same description,
maybe the same fate.

Now what are you gonna
do about Marsh?

- Isn't she a sad,
unstable woman too?

Pull.

[gun firing]

- Kohler knows, she'll
go looking.

- Perhaps it's a two-bird
scenario.

Help her to settle any scores

she feels inclined to settle.

- That'd be three birds,
wouldn't it?

- That would require a very
large turn indeed, wouldn't it?

Don't contact me again.

Pull.

[gun firing]

Damn.

- Hiya.

- Hi.

[water splashing]

- Arrived in the post.

Did you buy me a present?

[doorbell buzzing]

- You can always trust the post.

Are you gonna ask us in, then?

Hi Ellie.

- Hi Andy.

- All right.

- Hi Wieldy.

- Hello Rosie.

-[Rosie] Hi.

- Wally's papers.

Wally always expected
loyalty from his team,

and we always gave it to
him, without question.

This is the moment where
you tell me to leave.

If you don't, I'll
expect it from you.

- You don't have to say that.

- If I didn't think I
had to, I wouldn't of.

Am I staying or going?

- Staying.

- What about Raymond's orders?

- They've changed.

Now he wants me to inform on ya,

so I suppose if I'm to do my job

I better stay close to ya.

- So you had.

Wieldy, fill him in on Marsh.

- The house Mavis Marsh lives in

is owned by Luxe
House Properties.

She lives in a--

- She lives in a place
well beyond her means

and it's filled with
enough gear,

they could do a special
Antiques Roadshow from there.

.- Luxe House Properties
is owned by Inkastam.

- Partridge.

- In one, the house and
a thousand a week.

- A thousand a week,
to keep her quiet?

-[Andy] That's how it looks.

- About what, Westropp Hall?

- Wieldy's followin' it up.

Let's get busy.

Shall we go inside?

[bag rustling]

- Mom.

Mom?

Will Daddy read me
a bedtime story?

- Not tonight, sweetheart.

Come on, back to bed.

- Andy, there are three
versions of a confession

all with Cissy Kohler's
name written on top,

all written in Wally's
handwriting.

The last one matches
word for word

the confessions delivered
to the court,

written in Kohler's
own hand and signed.

It doesn't look like she
confessed of her own free will.

- Of course she did.

- Well I don't think Hiller
would reach the same conclusion.

- Well now you know why
I don't want Adolf

gettin' his hands on this lot.

- Wally drafts confession
after confession

and beats away at her
until she signs.

- Wally and I never touched her.

- And the bruises on her body?

- You don't follow.

She would've signed anything
right from the start.

Wally wanted to make sure
she wasn't protecting anyone.

We didn't beat a confession
out of her.

-[Peter] Were you there
when she confessed?

- No.

I was drying me clothes.

[dramatic string
and piano music]

[splashing]

The only way I can
explain the bruises

is from dragging
her out the lake.

Wally nor me, we didn't
lay a hand on her.

That's the truth.

-[Peter] How do you get
from suicide to murder?

- It smelled like murder.

Oliver Fisher tells Wally
it was suicide.

The first sight, that's
the way it looked.

The gun was in a vice,

with a wire around the trigger,

looped so she could pull it

shen she was standing
in front of the gun.

The door is locked so
no one can get in.

The key to the room
is on the floor

near Pamela's body.

But there's somethin'
about the key

that Wally doesn't like.

The blood was smeared,
wasn't it?

Wally sees it.

He realizes somebody slid
the key back in the room

after she'd been bleeding
for a while.

Wally's cross.

Westropp and Fisher, they say
they were drinkin' together.

Partridge says he was
chattin' to Marsh.

-[Peter] Just chatting,
at midnight in her room?

-[Andy] All of the above.

He didn't say so at first

because of the way it
would look to his wife.

Nobody heard the gunshot,

because the bells of
the house were ringing.

-[Peter] What if Marsh
and Partridge lied

to give each other an alibi?

- Well that would explain
why Partridge

is generous enough to give
Marsh a thousand quid a week.

- Partridge was a
junior minister

with no motive to kill
Pamela Westropp.

Wally knew in his walls
that Kohler had done it,

but he couldn't believe
she acted alone.

He wants an accomplice,

that's why he writes
up the confessions.

- I'll tell you what
it looks like to me.

Everyone had an alibi
but Kohler.

Wally had an instinct all right,

to bully the youngest, weakest,
and least important of 'em

'til she cracks.

No important feathers
ruffled, case closed,

and he's a hero.

- Enjoying puttin' me in
the duck, are you Pascoe?

- Nothing to enjoy
about this, sir.

So in Wally's eyes, the
case is closed, right?

Then why does he keep
all these papers?

The more you dig, the
muddier the water.

- He was writin' a book
about the case.

10 years ago or so,
he was on the verge

of gettin' it published.

When the publishers
pulled out, he was gutted.

You put all that work
into somethin',

you don't just throw
it away, do ya?

- What do you mean, pulled out?

Here's a letter from
the publisher,

Reynolds and Son.

They bought it.

- But it was never published?

- Wally was a lot of things.

A writer, he wasn't.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

Cissy Kohler's confession
might turn out

to be a fine piece of fiction.

[splashing]

[booming]

[suspenseful string music]

[screaming]

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful string
and piano music]

- Bath's full.

[splashing]

It's cold.

Check upstairs.

[knocking]

- I do apologize for
frightening you.

I couldn't trust the police.

- Is that meant to make
me feel better?

- Well it would be convenient
for them, wouldn't it?

Something happening to you.

I think your life's in danger.

That's why I moved
you so sudden.

- Why would anyone
want to harm me?

- He knows you're out.

Now that you're free,
you're a threat to him.

It's best if I'm blunt:
he wants you dead.

- I'm nearly dead as it is.

Hasn't he hurt me enough?

- Well he, he has his
secrets, I suppose,

and you can reveal them.

Ah, I won't let anything
happen to you, love.

[knocking]

I've ordered some food,
thought you might be hungry.

[crashing]

[groaning]

[dramatic drums and
strings music]

[clattering]

[thudding]

[gun firing]

[whimpering]

[coughing]

Oh god.

Go.

[crying]

Go.

Go, before he comes
back for you.

He'll try again, Cissy.

As long as he lives,
he'll try again.

Take it.

[shrieking]

[dishes clattering]

-[Mavis] I can't get to
the telephone right now.

Please leave a message
after the tone,

and I'll get back to you.

- The last person who
phoned here was Mavis Marsh,

yesterday afternoon.

Are her things gone?

- As far as I can tell.

- Come on.

[bells chiming]

- Is she gone?

-[Man In Vest] Yeah.

- Good.

Well, she took the gun.

- You think she took the bait?

- Well, she wrote to him so
she knows where he lives.

Ah, let 'em get on with it.

- One stone, several birds.

- Exactly.

[indistinct police
radio chattering]

- Mavis Marsh is dead.

Sir, I wouldn't go.

- Has she already gone
to the morgue?

- Yes, sir.

The room's exactly as
it was found, sir.

- Where are the photo albums?

Who found the body?

- I did, I want it removed,
immediately.

- I don't think so, Adolf.

This is my patch and
my crime scene.

You put your hands
on me, Stubbs,

I'll break 'em off and
you'll be true to your name.

- She died of natural causes.

This is no crime scene.

-[Andy] Is that right?

- No forced entry, no
signs of a struggle,

and no wounds to the body.

- Save it.

I'll wait for the post-mortem.

- I reckon she died
of a heart attack.

- Why is he breathin' my air?

- After you hounded her.

- You--
- No!

-[Geoff] He has not only
interfered with my investigation

after I expressly warned
him not to--

- You never expected
me to stand by

and watch him rubbish
Wally's career.

- That's his excuse?

Mavis Marsh is dead,
Cissy Kohler is missing.

- Are you trying to blame
that on me as well, are ya?

Did it cross your mind the
two might be connected?

Look, rather than you
have a go at me,

maybe you should get
your in your bat

and go and look for her.

- If she knew you were
on your way to see her,

I don't blame her for
doing a runner.

- Oh, embarrassing to lose
the start of the stich up.

-[Raymond] Andrew.

- Chief Constable, I
have to make my report

to the Home Secretary.

Please let me tell
him you have not

lost control of your men.

[door slamming]

- I've upset him.

- Andrew, tell me, do you
ever long for an easy life?

- I'm sorry to take your time.

- So am I.

Westropp Hall was
30 odd years ago.

I told your colleague--

- I wanted to let you know
that Mavis Marsh is dead.

- Is she?

- I thought you should
know right away

because of your daughter.

You did have a daughter
with Ms. Marsh, didn't you?

We found papers of her
in Marsh's belongings.

I believe Catherine
was her name?

- I had fully expected
to be long gone

when this day came.

Yes, Catherine's my daughter.

Yes, I look after her,
and her mother.

-[Peter] I'm sorry to
bring such bad news.

- What other news do
the police ever bring?

- I'm surprised you don't
want to know how she died.

- Choking on her own
venom, no doubt.

Enlighten me.

- It seems she had
a heart attack.

- That's odd.

I wasn't aware she had one.

- We haven't ruled
out foul play.

- Well if you find out
who did it, let me know.

I'll send them a
thank you letter.

- Why did you make
such an effort

to keep your relationship
with Mavis Marsh a secret?

- Catherine is mentally
handicapped.

She's well cared for
at Moore's Manor,

and Ms. Marsh has profited
handsomely from our arrangement.

She had extortion down
to a fine art.

- If it's your daughter,
it's hardly extortion.

- I'll be honest with you,

I didn't like Ms. Marsh.

In fact, her death is
something of a relief.

But the only thing I'm guilty of

is living up to my
responsibilities.

I don't believe that's a crime.

- Wieldy, Pascoe.

I'm going on me holidays.

You can look after things
while I'm away.

- We've got a bit of
a going away present,

if you've got a moment, sir.

- Have ya?

- If you want to bury
a book, what do you do?

You buy it and never publish.

Reynolds and Son, the
publisher of Wally's book,

they were bought by
Inkastam in 1984,

eight weeks before the
general election.

- He's a clever bugger,
that Partridge, isn't he?

Have a proper look
around Marsh's.

- I had a proper look.

- Then why are we stumbling
about in the dark?

You got a murder to
investigate, do your job.

- We don't know if it
was a murder yet.

Post-mortem should--

- You don't need a post-mortem.

Look, that woman kept
her house locked

with a chain on the door.

I didn't notice that
Hiller and Stubbs

had busted it down to get in.

She had a visitor, she
made him some tea.

- There was only one cup.

- The killer washed it
up and put it away.

- How do you know?

- There were three tea
bags in the pot.

She let somebody in she
knew and trusted.

That somebody killed her.

- Kohler.

- Well, she's got the right CV,

but it's too well thought out.

Kohler or Partridge wouldn'ta
done such a neat job.

- What are you going
to do now, sir?

- Me?

I'm on holiday.

[car engines humming]

[knocking]

- Mavis?

Mavis.

Can you come to the
phone please, Mavis?

Mavis, I think they're
trying to kill me, please.

- Is there anything else?

Something you kept
from me, Wally?

If they're prepared to kill
to keep something quiet,

what is it?

[suspenseful string music]

What does Kohler have
to do with it?

Did we get it wrong, Wally?

Did Westropp kill his wife?

[suspenseful string
and piano music]

-[Cissy] Mavis?

Mavis.

Can you come to the
phone please, Mavis?

Mavis, I think they're
trying to kill me, please.

[beeping]

[lid smacking]

[phone ringing]

[banging]
[thudding]

[glass shattering]

[gagging]

- What were you doing
at Marsh's?

- Has he told you anything?

- Did you send him to Marsh's?

- I don't think this
is the right time--

- Is this your idea of
loyalty, is it, Dalziel?

Let your friend get
the sharp end?

- Peter.

- I want to speak to him alone.

- Anything you say--

- Geoffrey, please.

- You should see the
other guy, pft.

Now tell me I'm a
good detective.

I found it in the icebox.

I think Kohler's in London.

She thinks someone's
trying to kill her.

That's a letter from
Westropp dated two weeks ago.

I think Westropp's alive.

What am I?

[dramatic orchestral music]

[engine humming]

- Oy.

Go away.

- She obtained some sort
of digitalis preparation,

slows the heart rate down.

If you get it, you can
go into arrhythmia.

Your heart rate slows down,

blood doesn't get to your
brain, and you faint.

- Well this wasn't
fainting, this was dyin'.

- Ah, I think I'da
noticed if she was alive.

If you get a build up of
the drug, or an overdose,

the heart can stop.

- Looks like that's what
happened with Ms. Marsh.

- Up to the coroner.

- I'm sure she was murdered.

- Looks like you're
wrong about that.

You were wrong about
something else as well.

- What?

- You told me she was a mother.

Mavis Marsh never had
a baby in her life,

of that I'm absolutely certain.

[car engines humming]

-[Cissy] James Westropp.

- Have a seat.

Just bear with me.

Your name is?

-[Cissy] Mavis Marsh.

[suspenseful string music]

- Fancy meeting you here.

- Stay away from me.

- It's funny, it seems
that whenever we meet

I've got questions and
you've got answers.

Maybe you don't remember me.

- I remember you.

Leave me alone, don't
come near me.

- I've no interest
in hurtin' ya.

-[Receptionist] There's
no one staying

at the clinic by that
name, Ms. Marsh, I'm sorry.

How can I help you sir?

- Me?

Oh, I'm interested in
some liposuction.

And if that works, I've
got some other parts of me

that could do with an overhaul.

- This is a cancer clinic, sir.

- Is it?

And I thought Mavis was here
to have her breasts done.

- You, move away right now.

- Look, no one's gonna hurt ya.

- You've never been more right.

Where's James Westropp?

- I told you, there's no one
by that name at the clinic.

- Put the gun away.

- No.

Please don't doubt
how serious I am.

- If you know where he
is, you better tell her.

- I've been given strict
instructions.

- For god's sake woman, giver
her what she wants to know.

- He went home.

He went home this morning,
to Yorkshire.

- Don't try to follow me.

I'll use this, I have
no reason not to.

Do you understand?

-[Receptionist] I'm
calling the police.

- I am the police.

[door banging]

[suspenseful orchestral music]

[car engines humming]

All right Kohler, calm down.

- Leave me alone, I won't
be your victim anymore,

or Westropp's.

Turn around and walk away.

- I'm the best chance
you've got of stayin' alive,

Ms. Kohler.

- Of course you are.

Now do as I tell you
or I'll shoot.

Walk away.

- I can't.

Give me the gun.

I won't hurt ya.

- You don't understand, do you?

You can't frighten me anymore.

I've got nothing to lose.

[thudding]

[tires squealing]

- That was me trying
to kill you.

- Now as soon as we've
finished our inquiries

I'm sure the coroner will
be able to reach you.

Yes sir, thank you.

Solicitor from Marsh's estate,

anxious to tidy up things
for the beneficiary.

- Aren't we all?

Who was it?

- A man called Phillip Jacklin.

- That was Kohler's brief.

I need some answers.

Did Marsh pay you to
work on the Kohler case?

- Attorney client privilege,
I'm sorry.

That looks like it hurts.

- It does.

It's hard to be patient
when you got a nagging pain,

so let me just get
to the basics.

Marsh was extorting
money from Partridge

for a fictitious child.

That makes you an accessory
to extortion.

- What are you talking about?

- The pathologist reports
said Marsh never had a child.

Moore's Manor has no
record of such a person,

so let me just ask again before
the pain becomes too much.

What was Marsh's interest
in Kohler?

- Mavis came to me
about two years ago

and told me about Cissy Kohler,

how her confession was unsafe.

- What, just out of the blue?

- We'd been negotiating
with Partridge

to increase his payment

for his daughter's maintenance,
Catherine.

Partridge didn't want
to pay anymore.

He felt the state should pay.

It was a difficult
time for Mavis.

She was worried about her
daughter's future wellbeing.

- She never had a daughter.

- So you say.

[engine igniting]

-[Andy] Mavis is dead, Cissy.

- Is she?

- What did you and Marsh
want from Westropp?

I know she was helping
you to find him.

- I didn't kill her, if
that's what you're thinking.

- Not much of a mind reader.

I'm thinking why is she dead?

Why did someone kill Fisher?

Why are they trying to kill you?

- I thought you'd be
able to tell me.

-[Andy] I reckon I'm risking
my life talking to you,

so I'd be grateful if you'd
make it worth my while.

- I'm not forcing
you to be here.

- If you didn't kill
Pamela Westropp,

who did?

- You killed her.

You killed my wife.

- Pft.

I think we both know
who killed her, James.

The question is, what
do we do now?

- Hold on.

Do you really think that I
had something to do with this?

- Oliver was having a
drink with me, James.

Where were you?

[ominous orchestral music]

- This will haunt you for
the rest of your life,

however short it might be.

Tell me.

- Pamela's dead, Cissy.

You have to help me.

James did it, he did
it for you, Cissy.

He would do anything
for you, don't you see?

We have to help him.

We'll make it look like suicide,

then no one will ever know.

Don't you love him?

You'll help me.

- I don't suppose a man like
you could understand love,

or the way I felt.

- You're right.

I'm so thick, I don't
understand murder,

nor someone who's innocent
who tries to commit suicide.

- I loved James.

I didn't think I deserved
his love.

Going to jail for him was the
way I could prove I loved him.

- You were told he
was dead in 1968.

- Then I died too, I suppose.

It made no difference whether
I was in prison or not.

- What changed your mind?

- Mavis came to see
me a few years ago.

She told me that James
was still alive.

She had proof.

His son, Phillip, went
to Beddington College.

She befriended him.

Poor boy had lost both
his parents, she thought,

until he told her the truth.

I was in prison, and
he had abandoned me.

So I hated him.

Simple, really.

- But what will you do
when you find him?

What's the gun for?

- Leave me alone.

- I can't.

I don't know who killed Mavis.

I don't know why Fisher
was so interested.

I don't know why he's dead.

I don't know why Westropp is
suddenly being recalled alive.

So Marsh was afraid her
little scam with Partridge

was about to dry up, and
decides to help Kohler

get out of prison after
30 odd years.

- They rattled Partridge,
he kept paying.

Kohler had no interest
in making an appeal,

Marsh paid for it.

- I don't believe she's
a good samaritan.

There's something else.

Keep digging.

We haven't hit bottom.

-[Peter] Any sign of Kohler?

- Oh ay, she's here with me

and that's where
she's gonna stay.

Mind your own business.

- What?

- No, I wasn't talkin' to you.

Look, I'm bringing Kohler
back with me,

then you and I will
visit Westropp,

ring some sense out of him.

Oh, and Pascoe?

Oliver Fisher's dead.

Confirm it, will ya?

Then tell Hiller.

Right.

- Ready?

[speech drowned out
by engines humming]

- Why would anyone want
to live in London?

Give me the gun.

Don't want you hurtin' yourself.

- Open the boot.

- What?

- Open the boot.

[car door slamming]

Give me the keys.

-[Andy] Don't do anything
you might regret.

- I've got nothing but regrets,

now get in, now.

- This is bloody stupid.

God.

You won't get away with
this, you know.

[trunk banging]

[keys clanking]

[pounding]

Hello?

Anybody out there?

[ominous music]

Hey!

- Deputy Chief Constable Hiller?

I'm Chief Superintendent Davis,

police internal investigations.

[beeping]

- Oh, sodding mobile phones.

Can't ever get a signal
when you want one.

Ahh.

[banging]

Hey!

Anybody out there?

The boot in the red car!

[splashing]

[ominous string music]

Hey, hey!

[pounding]

Hey!

[speech drowned out
by string music]

[engine humming]

- Well I don't know the
details, but he's gone.

And another strange
thing, there's no report

of any kind of a shooting
in a London hotel.

- Well that's not
all that strange,

Fisher was a senior officer
in the security services.

They're unlikely to broadcast
his murder.

Hiller gone home, sir?

- Yes, very much so, I'm afraid.

He no longer has a role in
the Westropp Hall inquiry.

He's under investigation
for falsifying

his expenses in South Thames.

And he seemed like
such a nice man.

But as the good book
teaches us, Peter,

the devil hath power to
assume a pleasing shape.

[engine humming]

- Hello?

[banging]

Stop!

Police!

Put me down!

Oh.

Thank you.

Very kind of ya.

Detective Superintendent
Dalziel.

Get your gear off me car.

-[Tow Attendant] All right
mate, give us a minute.

- Where's my keys?

Have you seen me keys?

-[Tow Attendant] No
mate, have you seen 'em?

-[Tow Attendant] No,
I haven't seen 'em.

- You might as well take it.

It's no good to me.

I've got no keys, have I?

Taxi.

Taxi!

[beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

[ominous string and piano music]

- Have you been saved?

- More than once, as it happens.

- Oh, that's the power
of forgiveness.

- I'm not good on forgiveness.

Revenge is more my cup of tea.

- Revenge is never sweet.

- Obviously you've
never tasted it.

- In the New Testament
it says if you turn--

- Ma'am, I was brought up not
to be rude to nice ladies,

so if you'll leave me alone,

I won't have to change
my ways, will I?

Oliver Fisher.

My god lad, years haven't
treated you well, have they?

Mind you, you haven't
started to decompose yet.

- You found religion?

- No, but with you and Westropp
coming back from the dead,

there's two good
arguments for it.

- I'm gonna give you
some simple instructions.

Give me the Bible, forget
about Kohler,

and let events take
their course.

- I'm sorry, you'll
have to say that again.

I didn't understand.

- Do as your told.

- Why start now, and change
the habits of a lifetime?

Pft.

Cigarette.

- Now get up, move slowly.

- So, you made Cissy believe

that Westropp was trying
to kill her,

and your death was a
little piece of theater

designed to convince her.

So you give her the
gun, then you point her

in the direction of Westropp.

How am I doing?

- Taxing my patience.

- And after she kills Westropp,

she's either shot by
well-meaning police,

or she'll be found dead,
a victim of suicide.

Case closed.

- You're interfering with
an official investigation.

Your hounding of Kohler
might very well

lead her to some desperate act.

Now that's what I've seen,

that's what I've to testify.

- This is a fascinating
book, you know.

Seems that Cissy Kohler used
to write her memoirs in it.

So whatever happens to
her, her memories live on.

That's how books are,
they're immortal.

- Give it to me.

- I don't think so.

-[Attendant] This is a
no smoking carriage, sir.

- Oh is it?

I'm sorry.

Where are the smoking carriages?

-[Attendant] Two down, sir.

- Thank you.

Nice chatting to ya.

My apologies everyone.

So sorry about the
horrible smell.

Very bad habit I've got.

I'll give up one day.

[suspenseful string music]

- Stop where you are, sir.

British Transport Police,
may we have a word?

Keep walking.

Here.

- What are you gonna do?

Shoot me?

- No, no.

I was sure she kept a diary.

What else would you do
with 30 odd years?

I'll see that the charge
is obstruction of justice.

No one likes a bad cop, do they?

[train blaring]

[whistle blowing]

- Thanks.

Here, give this to your
favorite charity.

God bless.

- Put it away, you fool.

[train engine humming]

- Sir?

- Your obstreperous friend

never understood that
I was interested

in the same thing that he was.

And now they'll have
my head for it.

He warned me.

Now I'll warn him.

Marsh's death will be put
down to natural causes.

- Do you know who killed her?

- I did.

You did.

Dalziel did.

We all did.

We opened a box that we
shouldn't have opened.

The only thing that I
was meant to discover

was Wally Tallantire's
culpability

in obtaining a false confession,

but I reported that
Marsh's death was murder

and that James Westropp might
possibly be still alive.

Within a few hours, I was
removed from the inquiry.

My career's finished.

If Dalziel digs too deep,
he'll find it's his own grave.

- He's got Cissy Kohler.

And he knows where Westropp is.

- Then it might be too late.

[suspenseful string music]

-[James] After the weekend,

Pamela insists on
going to London.

I'll let her go by herself

so we can spend the
time together.

- This was the last time, James.

- Please, don't.

Don't say that.

- I can't make love with you

and look her in the
eye in the morning.

I can't do it anymore.

How can you?

- I don't look her in the eye.

I don't look at her at all.

It's as though she isn't there.

[banging]
[door handle rattling]

-[Pamela] James?

James, are you in there?

[footsteps clacking]

- After the weekend, I'm going
to tell Pamela I'm leaving.

It's better for all of us.

- I would do anything for you.

- No you wouldn't.

- Cissy?

- James?

- I'm Phillip.

We hoped you'd come.

Please, come in.

It's very early, but I
know he wants to see you.

He doesn't sleep much
anymore, just on and off.

Come.

[birds chirping]

- James, is that you?

- What's left of me.

Dear god, the number of
times over the last 30 years

I've wanted to hold you,

but now, with you standing
in front of me,

I feel nothing but shame.

Say something to me,
Cissy, please.

I'm dying.

- Yes you are.

You'll very soon be dead.

[ominous string music]

- Here, look after this.

Kohler's got a gun and
murder on the mind,

and that's precisely
what Fisher wants.

- I thought Fisher was dead?

- You wish he was.

- I spent 30 years
in jail for you.

- No you didn't, Cissy.

I know Fisher killed her.

- You ran away.

You left me with nothing.

- I had to go away, Cissy.

It had nothing to do
with you, or Pamela.

- Liar.

- My whole life has been a lie.

I have nothing to gain
by lying to you now.

[suspenseful string music]

- There's a thousand
ways to make you go away,

but it'd be easier if
you did it yourself.

I'll make a deal with you.

Give me the Bible,
go home, retire.

I'll make sure you still
get your pension.

Fair?

- Where's Kohler?

- Off filling her destiny.

-[Andy] With Westropp.

- By now, with any luck
he doesn't exist.

The Bible, and go on.

- It's in the car.

I'll get it.

- A car accident is
required, see to it.

I'll make sure Kohler's
done her part.

[engine igniting]

- Go for it.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[thudding]

- You did the unthinkable
for me.

You bore my guilt
without complaint.

What an astonishing act of love.

[crying]

Don't weep, my darling.

I don't blame you.

I spent 35 years
trying to forget.

You spent them trying
to remember.

- I spent my life wanting
to be with you.

When I heard you
were still alive.

- I received your letter.

So much anger.

I don't blame you for that,

but why did you want money?

Of all the things
you can ask of me.

- I never asked you for money.

- Mavis Marsh wrote the letter.

She asked for the money.

He's still alive, Fisher.

Don't look so disappointed.

He was expecting you to
find Westropp and kill him.

I'm sure he had the same
fate in mind for you.

- I'm very disappointed, Oliver.

Once they'd released Cissy,

I knew the past would find me.

I hoped it would, Mr.--

- Dalziel.

- You were that pushy chap who
worked for Wally Tallantire.

- I still am.

- I see.

Would you take me through
to my drawing room?

Please, wait for me Cissy.

I won't be a minute.

[bells chiming]

- Pascoe, keep an eye on Fisher.

I'm gonna need to talk to him.

- It was a spooks weekend.

Me, Fisher, Patridge,
all of us involved

in the security service.

They both thought
I was the mole,

but it wasn't that simple.

Pamela was having an
affair with Fisher.

I was in love with Cissy.

We both knew, but
it was not spoken.

The age of Aquarius,
perhaps, but not of fidelity.

- No, apparently not.

- I gave the information
to Pamela, I used her,

disgracefully.

In a way, I did kill her.

She told Fisher, and
Fisher was the leak.

- You would say that,
wouldn't you?

To coin a phrase.

- [laughing] Yeah.

One of Ms. Rice Davis's
best moments

in that sordid Perfumo business.

Yes, I would say that,
because it was true,

painfully true.

I was spying on our own spies.

My role was to find the
traitor in our midst

and then over time,
put him to good use

by feeding him false
information.

- A regular James Bond.

- Without the toys.

No one knew.

However difficult it is
for you to believe now,

I had an affection for Pamela.

I felt guilty about
having manipulated her.

I tried to warn her.

Listen to me.

You're never to see him again.

- Why should I stop seeing him?

Does he make you jealous?

You hypocrite.

- Because if you do,
you'll be in danger.

- You sleep with her, don't you?

James, don't you?

I hate you.

See, Oliver loves me.

He makes love to me in a
way that you never could.

How does that make you feel?

Relieved, then anxious.

I realize I shouldn't
have said anything to her.

It caused her death.

[panting]

- He knows about us.

He told me never
to see you again.

Well I'm leaving him,
and we can be together.

- What did he say?

- He said I'd be in danger.

Am I in danger, my darling?

-[James] He killed her.

-[Andy] Why did he kill her?

-[James] He had to.

She was the living proof
that he was the leak.

- You expect me to believe that?

- Oh, personally I don't
care whether you do or not.

I don't very much care
about any of it

except Cissy.

Impending demise
has that effect.

- If you don't care,
why are you telling me?

- Because you care.

[snapping]

- If you love Cissy, how
could you let her go to jail?

- Oh, duty, loyalty.

I didn't feel good about it.

The tragedy that
both Fisher and I

had destroyed women who
loved us, was not lost on me.

And events overtook me.

Someone told the security
service that I was the mole,

so I conspired to
make myself dead

before they could do the same.

[snapping]

- Why don't you give your
feet a rest, Mr. Fisher.

You're not goin' anywhere.

- Down.

[ominous string music]

-[Andy] This is the truth?

- And it doesn't set you free.

[gun firing]

[screaming]

[thudding]

I shot him in self defense.

Arrest me.

They've already given
me my death sentence.

- Did you see what
happened, Pascoe?

- No, sir, I was lying
on the ground.

- All I want is to make
my peace with Cissy.

You won't have to beat
a confession out of me.

- I didn't beat a confession
out of her.

I didn't have to.

She killed Pamela.

She told the truth.

[mumbling] all of you,

well I know has done
at least that.

You killed her Cissy, didn't ya?

- Pamela!

- Don't say another word.

I hate you.

[feet stomping]

[suspenseful string music]

-[Andy] You followed
Pamela to the gun room.

- I'll put one in for
you too, shall I?

I trusted you with my child,

and you steal my husband.

I'll kill you both.

-[Andy] You were frightened.

You thought Pamela would do it.

- You haven't got the nerve.

[gun firing]

[dramatic string music]

-[Andy] No one beat
the confession from ya.

The bruising on your neck,

it's from the recoil of
the gun when you shot her.

You left the room, but
there was nowhere to go.

You heard footsteps approaching,
so you hid in the shadows.

[ominous string music]

Fisher found the body,
and then saw you

watching him in the doorway.

- Pamela's dead, Cissy.

You'll have to help me.

-[Andy] Then you went
along with Fisher's plan

to make it look like suicide,

and you would've said nothing

until Wally unraveled
the false suicide.

- Just put the key in
Westropp's jacket.

When they find it, I'll
change my story,

say I wasn't with him,
that I lied to protect him.

It'll be enough to see him done.

-[Andy] Then you realized
you had to confess

to save Westropp.

- You're lying to save yourself.

You had to say it was her,

or you'd end your career
in disgrace.

- It's not a lie.

It's all in the good book.

- Is it true?

- I loved you so much.

I would've done anything
for you.

[somber string music]

- Yes, well, Wally will
be able to rest easy now.

And you too, eh, Dalziel?

- Yes sir.

- Self defense?

- That's what Mr. Westropp
told us, sir.

- That's a story that's
hard to believe.

- Is it?

- Well, given that
Westropp had already died.

And are you familiar
with Lazarus, Andrew?

- No sir, I didn't
work on that case.

[gentle string and piano music]