All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S05E01.A.Sweeter.Lazarus.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- Stuff this.

- Steady, steady,

steady, all right.

Mind my feet.

- What's up?

Thought you were dead.

- Never seen a ghost before?

- He what?

He's supposed to be sat
in the big chair,

acting Chief Inspector,

not freezing his
nuts and elbows.

- Double murder inquiry,
sir, two homeless lasses.

- Yeah, I know, Wieldy,
I watch the news.

So, how come Peter got
himself lumbered?

- Wouldn't know, sir.

Sure you don't fancy
a proper drink?

- Don't tempt me,
doctor's orders.

I'm not allowed to get excited.

- Anyone sat here?

Not seen you before.

I'm Shaz, you here on your own?

- Whatever you're after,
I don't want, right.

- You stupid bitch, look
what you've done.

- I'm sorry.

- Not good enough.

- Come on you two, leave it.

- Look what the cow did.

- Still not worth fighting
over, is it?

And who's
gonna sort this?

- Any more fighting
and you are out.

There's a machine downstairs.

Go and get yourself cleaned up.

- Sorry.

Can I help you, love?

Or did you come to the
party set on bumping into

a tall, handsome stranger?

- Not exactly.

Besides, I think you're the
one who could do with help.

I hope you remembered
to wash your hands.

- Oh, aye, me mum always
used to tell us

you can pick out a gentleman

by the amount of soap
he gets through.

- Quite a few bars in
your case I imagine.

- That depends who I'm
sharing me bath with.

Oh I get it, you must
be the stripper gram

the lad's fetched for the do.

Hey up, Wieldy, the
cabaret's arrived.

And why don't you show
our friend here

where she can powder her nose,

and any other bits that
might need powdering.

Actually sir.

- And while you're at it, make
sure there's soap in the dish

and all.

Well, what are you
waiting for, go on.

- Well, Sergeant Wield.

Sir, this is Assistant
Chief Constable Fenning.

- And you are?

- Superintendent Dalziel.

- Dalziel, unusual name,

I'll make a point of
remembering it.

- Well, aren't you going
to invite us in, then?

Well, go on, hello Andy,
nice to see you.

You've come on since I last
visited, three months gone.

- Sorry, it's just
a lot's happened.

How are you?

- Oh, you know me.

What's a couple of
bullets to someone

with my digestive system?

Oy, wait
for me .

I'm working, Andy,
I've got an undercover WDC

in there who's putting
herself on the line.

- Do you like what you see?

- You should learn to
keep out of things.

- Police.

Bitch!

- Kendall to control,
do you read?

- Come in, Shaz.

Possible homicide,
suspect is on the plod.

- Received, are you all right?

- I'm in pursuit.

- Stay there, wait for back up.

Control to all units.

Where are you going?

- An officer needs help.

- No, just go home.

All units, urgent assistance,
Peasby Road.

- Move!

- Hey!

- Out of the way!

- Shaz.

Inspector.

Back up!

- Let her go.

- I said back up!

- Please!

- Okay, just don't hurt her.

- Come on.

- Sort that lot out.

I don't want him panicked
anymore than he is already.

- You've done it!

Stay back!

- No!

!

- It's a long way down.

Why don't you let the girl go?

Right, I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

You move away, come towards me.

Then lie down arms
and legs spread.

That's good.

- Documentation on him confirms
his name is Leon Pilger.

He fits the killer's profile.

We're running checks now,

but he probably won't
last the night.

- He jumped, Wieldy.

There's now way I could
have stopped him.

- No.

Would you like me to
inform headquarters?

- No, I'll do it.

In the meantime, let's
get the facts clear.

She was up there,
she saw it all.

- Perhaps it'll be wiser
me and Kendall

taking her statement?

Less chance of anyone saying
we put words in her mouth.

- I was frightened, didn't see.

- That's okay, just tell
us what you did see.

You were on the roof.

Pilger pushed you away.

What then?

- What's any of it matter?

- It's important we establish

how he come to fall
from the roof.

- Was he pushed, you mean?

Didn't see.

- Abbie, I can understand
why you'd not want to help.

Although I was only
playing a part,

I could see what it was like.

- You get a smell,

a smell of nothin',

being worth nothin',

you never had it.

- I think you're
worth something.

Same as the girl who died.

Same as the other two
women Pilger killed before.

- You know we would have
got to him sooner

if witnesses had come forward.

- That's why I was there,

listening for information,
anything.

Abbie, we need your help.

- It's okay, she
saw Pilger jump.

- Is that it?

- Just about,

we'll need to know where
you are, though,

in case we need to
speak to you again.

- No, I've done what
you wanted, I'm going.

- Going where?

- I don't know,

mate's flat.

Look, you did your, I care,
bit, but, you can drop it now.

You don't need to pretend.

- I wasn't pretending,
I was being straight.

Yeah, I needed your help.

- And you got what
you were after.

- Look, I'm not asking
you to believe anything

you don't want, but I do
need you to stick around.

I've got a spare room

for a few nights.

- I'm unclear.

If your apology is for boorish
behavior, Superintendent,

I wouldn't bother,

if, however, it's for
mistaking me for a stripper,

then I'd say the apology
is more insulting

than the original error.

I took it as quite a compliment.

- Really?

- Thank you, dear.

It'd be easier, I suspect,
if you could blame it

all on drink.

- Chance'd be a fine thing.

- Yes, I have your notes here.

Doctor's keen for you to give
up both drinking and smoking

as a prerequisite for
your return to duty.

- One out of two's not bad.

- All right, cards on the table.

My guess is, you look at me
and see some bright new thing

only in this office as a result
of political correctness.

Hmm?

Hmm.

At the same time what I saw
last night was a dinosaur.

However, where I score
is in realizing

we both need each other.

- How's that?

- You're a results copper, Andy.

That won't do me any harm.

In turn, I can afford
to cut you some slack.

Personally, I think it's daft

asking anyone to give up drink,

then leaving them with so
much time on their hands.

Perhaps for once, we ought
to ignore medical advice.

So, how was
your meeting, sir?

- It was good, wrapped around
that, she were, Wieldy,

you've either got
it or you've not.

That right, sir?

- Don't worry, Peter, I won't
be muscling in on your murder.

Call me old fashioned,
but I prefer my suspect

banged up not scrambled.

Oh, is this yours?

- Sorry sir.

DC Kendall,
sir, on attachment.

- Here,

allow me.

It's got more dust
in it that I have.

The Hallingsworth case.

- Why not mention
this last night?

- I wanted to be sure
of my facts, sir.

- I'll give you some facts.

Abbie Hollingsworth
were a 13-year-old girl,

abducted 19 years ago.

The only suspicious death
she witnessed was her own.

It says in the file
that a body was never found.

- It also says the
killer confessed.

- Well, why not say
where he left the body?

- Wieldy.

- Because that would
have meant losing.

Gus Mullavey had a
thing for games.

Even after Mullavey was
caught and put in prison,

he continued to play
games with us.

He wanted to trade
manslaughter instead of murder.

We played him along.

Got him to tell us where
he'd left the body.

Only Mullavey was
one step ahead.

He knew we'd never do a deal.

So he set up a teaser for us.

When we arrived.

There was no Abbie.

Just a dead ram.

- Abbie Hallingsworth
was someone who died.

Did you know that?

Why call yourself after
someone who was killed?

- Who said I did?

- Abbie, you made a
statement, told the truth.

But if the inquest
into Pilger's death

has any reason to think
you're some sort of

- Fantasist.

- It calls into question
what you said.

If anything, it might
make people believe

we've got something to hide.

- Best forget it then.

- Abbie, we just need
to know who you are

to make your statement stand up.

- What I remember
is being taken.

Kept in this pit.

I pleaded.

Said if he let me
go I'd disappear.

There wouldn't be Abbie no more.

- You are Abbie Hallingsworth.

- Crap.

- No, I've been through this.

I've given them enough
assurances, Neville.

If they don't wanna play
ball, there are other banks.

Clean yourself up, Martin.

Try to look as if you don't
spend your entire life

swimming in our product.

Morning gentlemen, this way
please, let me show you around.

This way.

The Hallingsworth
family have been

brewing on this site.

- It's the little things
I miss, Wieldy.

The clatter of the tea trolley.

The cheering, gnashing
and wailing of prisoners.

Peter needs
your help, sir.

- Why, can't he find
his own Ouija board?

- With respect, you're
not being very fair.

- I was recuperating
in an arm chair.

If Peter wanted help,
all he'd need do is ask.

- Sometimes that's not easy.

Peter's not told you
about him and Ellie.

- Maybe I didn't say because
it's no one else's business.

Besides, it's just a
hiccup, we'll be all right.

- Ah, come on, that's
not what I've heard.

- Shut it, Andy.

- Peter,

ask yourself what's
the alternative.

- Well, you always said
your sofa was comfortable.

- I lied.

- Anyway, right now I'm more
worried about losin' my job.

A man dives off a roof,
I'm in hot pursuit,

and the only person who can
say I didn't give him a nudge

has been dead 19 years.

- People think it comes
back in a flash.

One day you can't remember next,

it's slower than that,

like doin' a jigsaw.

- But surely if you only
half thought you were Abbie,

why not contact your
family sooner?

- Only reason I'm up here
is 'cause of a bloke I met.

I'll be gone soon.

Anyway, why should you care?

Why should you waste time on me?

- Something do of a
winter's evening.

Why not?

Why not go back Abbie?

- I've left it too long.

- For who?

If it was me, I'd want my
sister back no matter what,

no matter how long.

- I feel this is right.

It's just my head
playing tricks.

I can't face not knowing
who I am again,

not on my own.

- So, what if we both
go there tomorrow?

- The answer's gotta
be here, Wieldy.

- Sir?

- Why would anyone want to
make out there was someone

who was abducted and killed?

And why Abbie?

What was she like, the real one?

The Hallingsworth
family have been brewing

on this site since 1702,
however, the original buildings

were consumed by fire towards
the end of that century.

Abbie Hallingsworth
was the middle child,

sandwiched between two
brothers, David and Martin.

As you've already
seen, the malted barley has

been lightly crushed.
- The mother died years back.

Cyril Hallingsworth had
brought them up more or less

single-handed.
- This is then imported

into mash drums.
- Mullavey kidnapped Abbie

expectin' an easy payout,
only what he didn't know,

what nobody knew, least
of all the banks,

was that the brewery
was in a bad way.

And when the ransom came,
old Cyril couldn't pay.

And that's how we got involved.

And when Mullavey found out,

he killed the lass.

And there's
no chance he didn't?

No chance this woman
is who she says?

Martin.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

Do I know you?

- Abbie, you've come this far.

- Abbie?

What is this, some
kind of sick joke?

- I'm sorry, Martin, really.

- Can you leave now?
- Hold on a minute.

- I don't blame you bein' angry.

I told you to count to a 1,000
and then I'd be back for ya.

- How'd you know that?

How would she know that?

- How high did ya count, Martin,

before you knew I wasn't
comin' for ya?

- No.

No, no, this is a trick.

My sister's dead.

My sister's dead!

I couldn't
just drop it, sir.

I needed to know who
Abbie really is.

- And did ya find out anything?

- Yes, sir, Martin
Hallingsworth recognized her.

- The dead walked, you mean?

Maybe on your side of
the Pennines they do,

not in Yorkshire.

- Sir, she knew things that
were private to the two of 'em,

and I believe her.

- Did you stop to ask how
come she's appeared now

out of the blue?

- She said she met a
boy and came up north

to stay with his dad.

Name?

- Well, Abbie wouldn't say.

I sensed there was bad blood.

- Very convenient, means
we can't check his story.

- Okay, sir, if she is a fraud,

how come she was able to take
me through the abduction?

She was kept in a workshop,
got sick,

and Mullavey dumped her,
probably thinking she was dying.

- Where?

- By some sidings.

She managed to get
on a goods train.

- Oh, which chugged merrily
along past smiling green fields

and they all lived
happily ever after.

- No, sir.

- No!

People got hurt!

And now I've got to go and
apologize because of you

stirrin' it up again.

You know when you
were in nappies,

England had wing-off
called Kendall.

Never thought much
of him neither.

- There was also a doctor
called Kendall, sir.

He won a Nobel Prize.

- Go on, vanish.

- It's not as if you've
never pulled a stunt.

- Get your coat on, Peter.

We've gotta go sort a
piss up in a brewery.

- Sorry to have kept
you, Inspector Dalziel.

- Superintendent.

- Detective Inspector
Pascoe, sir.

- Gentlemen, I won't pretend
I don't know the reason

for your visit.

I take it your colleague
wasn't acting

in an official capacity.

- No, sir.

The woman who's claimed
to be your sister

came to our attention as a
result of another investigation.

DC Kendall was merely
satisfying personal curiosity.

- And did she?

- There'll be no recurrence,
if that's that you mean.

- In which case I've no
intention of pursuing the
matter.

That's generous.

- Notoriety always
attracts cranks, Inspector.

The mystery of my sister's
whereabouts

has been meat and drink to
an assortment of misfits

over the years.

I'm assuming this creature's
nothing more than that.

- How 'bout Martin?

- Sorry?

- He realized she was
a crank as well?

- David said that
I wasn't to come.

Please, if this is
some kind of game.

- It's not, Martin.

I wasn't sure before, now I am.

We'd been playin'.

Your chapel.

David found you with
your action man.

He threw it away, said you
were too old for dolls.

Later, on the way home,
you pretended you'd lost it

rather than get David
into trouble.

I went back,

told you to count and
left you alone to wait.

- I never told anyone.

I said you'd stayed behind
playing on your own.

I thought they'd blame me.

None of it
was your fault.

Abbie, if I'm
to convince my boss,

I need you to tell
me everything.

- David was keepin'
something from us, Wieldy.

Now, Kendall told us
Martin recognized Abbie.

- The original investigation
took Abbie's prints

from her room, at least
we could compare.

- How you gonna do that?

You case you hadn't noticed,
she's not under arrest.

- Well, who's to say
she won't cooperate?

If she is Abbie,

maybe Mullavey only thought
he killed her.

- No, Mullavey killed
her all right.

- DC Kendall's come up with
the name of this girl's ex.

Miles Turton.

- And?

- Pure as the driven.

- Right, you pay Mr.
Turton a visit, Wieldy,

see what he can tell us.

Meantime,

I think you and Gus Mullavey
should get acquainted.

- I told you to keep clear.

I don't know what this
creature wants,

but right now I can't
afford any upheavals.

We can't afford--

- But just suppose--
- No, no supposing!

Abbie's dead.

Whoever this girl
is doesn't matter.

I've already taken care of her.

Please, please,
just listen to me.

I'm scared.

He's drinking.

He's lost it totally.

No, I am scared.

You're not listenin'!

It's easy for you to say, you
haven't seen what he's like.

Yeah.

- Upon instruction from my
client, Mr. David Hallingsworth,

I have today made an
application for an injunction

forbidding the young
lady to repeat any claims

to be his sister Abbie.

- But that's who I am.

Pending the
outcome of a DNA test.

We presume such a test
would be acceptable,

assuming you are who
you say you are.

- Now, hang on a minute.
- No.

It's okay, Shaz.

I thought I'd not be
good enough for them.

Tell David I'll do his test.

- What exactly you hopin'
to get from Mullavey?

He was never that cooperative
before.

- I don't know.

He told us where we could
find a dead ram.

Then again, there's
always a chance 19 years

of sharing underpants
has mellowed him.

What's Mullavey doin'

in the hospital wing anyway?

Perhaps he's poorly.

- Wait here, Rob.

- Okay.

What ya after?

- Mr. Turton?

Yeah.

- Detective Sergeant Wield, CID.

I'd like a word with your son.

It's about Abbie Hallingsworth.

- Her agreeing to go
through with the DNA test

doesn't necessarily
mean anything.

- No?

I don't get it.

How the hell can this girl
be so sure of herself?

- Maybe because she
is who she says.

- You'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Abbie back to hold your hand.

Only think how that'd play
with your life of rye?

You think she'd let that
go on the way I have?

You ask me, you've as much
reason not to want her back

as I have.

- Wakey, wakey, Mr. Mullavey.

Just time nip down the
road and put a bet on

before the pubs open.

- Inspector Dalziel.

- Superintendent.

Not all of us have spent the
last 19 years rottin' away.

- Is that what you're
grinning at?

- Oh, no.

That's on account I've
had some good news.

I've just heard you're dyin'.

- Feel free to join me.

Mr. Mullavey,
DI Pascoe.

We'd like to ask you
some questions.

- Do you play?

- Enough.

Black knight to F4.

Checkmate's inevitable, no
matter what your opponent does.

- Very good, Mr. Pascoe.

Perhaps we should have a game.

- We're not here to
play games, Gus,

unless it's Undertaker's Knock.

I give you a wet kiss,

you'll tell me where
you left Abbie's body.

- You should take a lesson from
your inspector, Mr. Dalziel.

He's treating me with respect

and expecting the
same in return.

Only I know better.

- Mr. Mullavey, a woman's
come forward.

She says she's your victim.

Clearly, there's no point
inflicting further pain

on Abbie's family.

- Is there any point to games?

Sorry?

- Beyond winning, I mean.

What's in it for me?

- Peace of mind,

chance to let an innocent
girl have a decent burial.

- Death isn't decent, Inspector,

however you dress it up.

- You don't mind her stealin'
your glory then, Gus?

Well, if Abbie's not dead,

you're not the murderer.

Instead of dying in here, you
could've been out years back.

It's not much of an
epitaph, is it?

- This isn't about me.

Or the family.

It's about you.

I can smell the need on you,

just like him all
those years ago.

He needed me to tell
him where the girl was,

but I was waiting
for him to beg.

Are you going to beg now?

Maybe this woman is
who she says she is,

maybe I'm the victim
of misjustice.

- Maybe nothin'.

You're dirt, Mullavey.

- Where did you meet her?

- London, beggin'.

- Was she callin' herself
Abbie Hallingsworth?

- Yeah, what else would
she call herself?

- Did she talk at all
about her background?

- Some, said her
family were rich.

- Did you believe her?

- Damn thing's rigged.

- Did you believe her?

- I wanted to, for her sake.

- Now I got the feeling
your dad never liked her.

Why is that, Miles?

- Well why don't ya ask him?

- I did, he wouldn't say.

- Well, how would I know?

If you just
press on that for me.

- Abbie.

Abbie!

Abbie, wait!

- Martin, please, I'm mixed up.

I don't know if I
want this anymore.

- Abbie!

- Sarge, have you got a minute?

Can it wait?

- Mullavey's no more
a victim of anything

than I'm bloody Tinker Bell.

Only don't tell mint cake here.

The way she goes
believin' people,

she'll have me dressing
in a tutu.

Have ya got a traffic
report to staple together?

- Sir.

- Have you got out?

Or have ya spent the
morning sat on the beach

with a stick and rock?

- Expenses didn't run
to a deck chair, sir.

- You what?

- What did you make of the ex?

- Miles confirms he met
Abbie a couple of years back.

Even then, she was calling
herself Hallingsworth.

- Well, that rules out the scam.

Well, no one's gonna waste
two years settin' up a sting,

not sleepin' in doorways.

- We'd best get our names down

for the welcome-home-Abbie
party then.

- What was all that?

I thought all that was finished.

- And what if it's not?

What are you gonna do about it?

You told
me she was gone for good.

- Abbie?

Abbie?

Abbie!

Oh my God, oh.

This
is to confirm, Control,

the body ID'd as an
Abbie Hallingsworth.

- Who else knew Kendall
was offerin' B&B

to sundry witnesses?

You?

- No, sir.

But to be fair, she did try--

- I'm not interested
in fair, Wieldy.

I've got a warm corpse lyin'
on a coppers bedroom floor.

I'd call that a mild
embarrassment, wouldn't you?

- Sir.

- Right, so let's tryin'
to clear up the doggy doo,

shall we?

Peter.

- Injuries to the arms,
head, and neck.

Consistent with a struggle.

- What killed her?

- Unofficially, a
blow to the neck.

Doesn't seem a weapon was used,

but the search team's
on standby.

- Time of death?

- No earlier than six,

no later than eight, that's
when Kendall got home.

She tried phoning earlier.

- When?

- Half-six, then again
later, she got no answer.

- There was definitely
a tape in there.

I rang this afternoon
and left a message,

but when I tried later,
it didn't come on.

- Do you know who the other
calls might've been from?

- My mom rings most days.

- The other one?

- Doesn't sound like you
have too many friends.

Maybe it wasn't you
they were after.

- Did anyone else know
Abbie was here?

- Martin Hallingsworth,
the solicitor.

- Staygrass?

What'd he want?

- David Hallingsworth sent him.

- I think it's time you
started givin' us

chapter and verse, DC Kendall.

Maybe if ya had done earlier,

your little friend might
still be alive.

- If anyone did go in,
they're long gone now.

Not much of a night
for swimmin'.

Nothing.

- Come on, come on, come on!

- Martin not share you
enthusiasm for working late,

Mr. Hallingsworth?

- My brother has a greater
ability to divorce work

from pleasure, Inspector.

Where is
Martin, by the way?

- Club, casino, take your pick.

Are you gonna tell
me why you're here?

It concerns your
little local difficulty,

the woman claiming
to be your sister.

- You found out who she is?

- No.

We found her dead.

- How?

- Murdered.

We were wondering where you
were earlier this evening.

- Me?

I've been here all night.

- Can anyone confirm that?

Do they need to?

- It might help.

Ya see, as far as we can tell,

the only people who knew
where this woman was living

were Martin and Mr.
Staybrass and you.

- He's right.

Ya did know.

- Yes.

But I didn't kill her.

What possible motive
could I have?

She was just a crank.

- So how come you thought
this crank merited a DNA test?

- No, this is absurd.

I want my solicitor.

- What for?

All we're doin' is
makin' routine inquiries.

Unless you've somethin' to hide.

Shoelaces,

they're undone.

Wouldn't want ya
comin' a cropper.

So why you're doin' 'em up,

you can give my inspector
a brief statement.

Meantime, I need the
little boy's room.

- What?

- Dicky bladder, I got shot.

They tell me it's
trauma related.

- So why the softly softly?

We've enough suspicion
to pull him in.

- What, and have Staybrass
breathin' down our neck?

Besides, David had a point.

- Oh?

- Well, what need did
he have to kill her?

He knew she was a
fake, so did I.

Why not wait for
the DNA results?

- Don't know.

Apart from which, if
we're goin' after David,

it's just as well to have a
few facts to fall back on.

Like, uh,

how did he get his shoes
muddy sittin' behind a desk?

So much so that he needed
to change his clothes.

- Abbie!

Abbie!

Abbie!

Abbie!

- Morning.

I'm impressed.

If it was me in your shoes,
I would have put in for

the first available
school-crossing patrol.

- Sarge, I made a mistake,
I don't need it rubbing in.

- In the wrong CID then.

What you up to anyhow?

- Before I got home last night,

I was nearly run off the road

by a Saab goin' hell
for leather.

I got a partial index,
and I've run it through

in case it's related.

- No, David, you've no
place askin' me to lie.

- You came over for a meeting
to do with the takeover.

Where's the harm in that?

We're talking family, Neville.

- A used tissue, chewing
gum wrapper, anything,

bagged and labeled.

Anyone who misses out will
answer to he boss himself.

Any questions?

Well, let's crack on.

- Yes, Sarge.
- Right, Sarge.

- Shut the door.

And sit there quiet
for 10 minutes.

You screwed up.

You don't need me wastin'
breath tellin' you that.

Only if anyone asks,

I tore you off the biggest
strip of your life.

Understand?

I've got my reputation
to think of.

Yes!

I'll be right there.

10 minutes, I said.

It's one thing Pascoe
knowin' I've got a heart.

I don't want the rest
of nick findin' out.

- The lab's confirmed it.

The sample you took from
the brewery contains dust

from building materials.

They match ones found
outside the murder scene.

- Which explains David
changin' his shoes.

- That may be, I don't
see it gets us anywhere.

We've no warrant.

Even if it was then Mr.
Staybrass will say you or I

could've carried it in.

- Not me, I'm uncouth,
I don't wipe me feet.

The fact is someone was
at Kendall's house

then went back to the brewery.

- Strictly speaking, those DNA
tests were a private matter.

However, in the circumstances,
I'm sure my client

will be keen to offer
any assistance.

- Your client being
David Hallingsworth?

- Yes, or to be more exact,
I represent the business.

- In which case, I
don't understand.

The DNA test was
a private matter.

How is it you got involved?

- It had implications,
that's all.

- What sort of implications?

I think you better let me know
what's goin' on, don't you?

- Have you children, Inspector?

One, a daughter.

- Imagine having that
child taken from you,

not knowing her fate.

Hours of darkness when
all you can hear

is your child crying for you.

Cyril Hallingsworth was
denied the chance

to bury his daughter,

so in his mind she
remained very much alive.

Even when it came to his will.

He split the brewery three ways.

David, Martin, and a third
share held in trust for Abbie,

with the codicil if either
brother applied for Abbie

to be declared officially dead,

the third share passed
to the other.

- Cyril always was
catty old sod.

- Looks like some of
it's rubbed off on David.

The third share's held
in trust by Staybrass.

David married his daughter.

- My client is a respected
businessman.

- Why is it whenever I hear
that I wanna check my fillings?

- He's been humiliated.

Arrested on the most
speculative of grounds.

- If lyin' through his hat
is speculative, you're right.

David said he was
workin' all last evenin'.

Funny thing is, no one saw him.

- When exactly are you
talking about, Mr. Dalziel?

- Between six and eight.

You in the market for
favors, Mr. Staybrass?

Only if you're about
to give David an alibi,

your son-in-law wasn't
at his desk after all.

David's car was picked
up on a speed camera

near to the murder scene.

- Sarge!

- Excuse me.

- Just found this.

- Half an hour later, then
the binmen would've had 'em.

David would've been laughing.

- Don't jump to conclusions,
Wieldy.

Maybe David's more fastidious
about staying in fashion

than he lets on.

What I tell ya?

Mud, probably traces
of blood and all.

Sergeant Wield, phone.

- Where's mint cake?

- She wanted some time out.

- He's not going soft
on her, is he?

Might be a result.

You're a man of style,
so they tell me.

What do you reckon they'd
set you back?

- Handmade, 400 quid upwards.

- Funny, you know,
for all his sins,

I never had David
down as a dandy.

- Well, maybe it's an
early celebration present.

It's something else
Staybrass let slip.

The brewery's a target
for takeover

with a German consortium.

- That was custody, sir.

You're gonna have to put off
talkin' to David for a bit.

His brief's withdrawn
from the case.

- I wonder why.

- And there's somethin' else.

Martin Hallingsworth, he's
just been brought in on a D&D.

- You could've just caused
another death, Martin.

Didn't wait for our lads
to come and fetch ya.

You did get the
message we wanted to talk to ya?

- Yeah.

Why not
act on it then?

- I needed time to think.

- You found a flask
of vodka helps?

Says here you only got
your car back this mornin'.

Maybe you should've
left it in the garage.

Less trouble all around.

Only, I don't think
losing your license

is what's worrying you, Martin.

What was it you were
running away from?

Guilty conscience?

- No.

Well, what then?

- I owe David a lot.

I mean,

what I am is what
I've made myself.

I can't hide behind excuses,
behind Abbie.

Only in his way, David's
looked after me.

- Is there something you
want to tell us, Martin?

Not one to dally, he'll drop
the case like a hot potato.

Bloody Staybrass owes me.

David's new brief
here yet, Wieldy?

- Yes, sir.

- Good, let's see how he's
gonna talk his way outta this.

- I take it you're
about to interview?

- Well, we're not plannin'
on dancin' with him.

- Then you should
see this first.

It's the DNA test results.

- You told us you never
left the brewery, David.

Yet we have photographs
of your car

less than a mile from
the murder scene.

And there's a call the
phone company says was made

from the brewery to DC
Kendall shortly before six.

An answer phone message you
couldn't have us findin',

so you took the tape.

And there's these.

These are your clothes, David.

- I think we better
change the barrel.

Last one you served
us has gone cloudy.

What happened between
you and this girl

who says she were your sister?

- All right, I was there.

But it's not what you think.

- No?

- No.

I didn't kill her.

I saw it in your eyes the
first time we met again.

Same look you gave me
all those years ago.

How is a brother doesn't
grieve for his dead sister?

But what if I had given in,
broken down like Martin?

Who'd have taken care
of the brewery?

Somebody had to shut
out the pain.

- It was you.

You persuaded your dad
to talk to the police,

rather than risk raising
the money.

- Abbie was most likely dead.

What would be gained by
losing everything else?

- Only she wasn't,

not straight off.

And you've lived with that.

What happened last night, David?

Was killin' this girl your way
of shuttin' out your guilt?

- No.

When she came back,

when Martin seemed so certain,

don't ya think I wanted
to believe,

to be redeemed?

I went to offer her money to go.

If she'd have taken it,

I'd have known I'd been
right all along.

I wanted her not to.

Hello?

I wanted to believe
it might be Abbie.

Anyone there?

But I was too late.

When I found her,

she was already dead.

- So you run away,

try to get your father-in-law
to concoct a false alibi?

What about the tape?

If you'd nothin' to fear,

why'd you take it out
of the machine?

- Because it wasn't me on it.

It was Martin.

He was ranting.

I knew what it meant.

- That he'd killed her
in a fit of pique?

- If he was drunk, he
wouldn't even remember.

- And it thought we were
gettin' a fresh brew.

- Martin didn't kill her, David.

The time Abbie was killed,

we have witnesses place
him in a city bar.

- Then who?

- You.

All that stuff about
turnin' the brewery around,

all you've done is keep it
on life support long enough

for someone to come in
with a tempting offer.

- Which you couldn't
afford to put in jeopardy.

You couldn't risk Abbie
persuading Martin

not to support you.

- What do you mean?

- See, David, for a while,
we couldn't figure out

why you hadn't simply
waited for the results

of the DNA test to
get rid of her.

Only you couldn't,

because you already
knew who that lass was,

and that's why ya killed her.

That girl was Abbie,
your sister.

- I can't breathe,
I can't breathe.

- Are you all right?

- Get a doctor.

- Please, for the love of God,

do you really think
I could do that?

So how is
it you believe him?

- Not saying I do,

but anyone who puts kraut
hops in British beer

deserves all he's got comin'.

- But you don't believe
he killed Abbie?

- Why would a shrewd
bugger like David

set off to kill someone
in shoes that cost

more than my whole wardrobe
knowin' he'd chuck 'em after?

- He can afford to.

- Yeah, why wait till
after to nobble Staybrass?

Why risk usin' his own car?

- Because the attack
wasn't cold-blooded,

the path report said
it was frenzy.

- Frenzied?

He's the sort that checks
the bog paper

before he sits down on the pan.

- So if not him, who?

- Haven't you got
a home to go to?

- Sir, I may have
got things wrong.

- Hallelujah.

- I believed Abbie
was who she said.

- Well, she is.

The DNA result was positive.

- Then how do we explain this?

It's from the day before
Mullavey was arrested,

the day he said he killed her.

Further down, I saw this.

Abbie said that Mullavey
dumped her by some sidings

and that she got on a train,

but on the only night
that could've happened,

there were no trains.

The line was closed by
unofficial action.

- Hold on, we've only just
proved Abbie was who she said.

- That's not clearcut
anymore, sir.

The lab have done a cross match,

the fingerprints of the
dead woman against Abbie's

from 19 years back.

There's no match.

- Mullavey.

Someone's playing games
with us, Peter.

I don't like it.

Only one person backed
up Abbie's story.

Miles Turton.

- Correct.

No one at the shelter had ever
clapped eyes on her before.

Doesn't that strike you as odd?

- Doesn't mean Turton's
involved.

Maybe it's all down to Abbie.

- Yeah, she'd have needed
an accomplice.

I doubt that lass would've
managed all this alone.

- Good morning, DC Kendall,
Wetherton CID.

I'd like to speak to someone
about the samples you take.

- Hey, Sunbeam.

- Hey, yourself.

- Is that Jack Turton?

- What's it to you?

- What's it to you,
Superintendent?

I'd like a word with
him about his son Miles.

- With all respect, sir,
now mightn't be the moment.

- Won't take a minute,
excuse me.

Mr. Turton, I just want--

- I said to wait, sir.

Only I've just told him
his son's probably dead.

Drowned himself.

Think a little respect's
in order, don't you?

- So the samples are
placed in here?

- Mm-hmm.

- And then what, who takes
them to the genetics center?

- A courier.

- So after they leave you,
they're out of your control?

Mm-hmm.

- There's a witness
two nights back,

saw a lad walk into the sea.

Local boys fished out
a jacket first thing

and Jack Turton's identified it.

- That's a bit of a coincidence.

His ex-girlfriend gets
killed and two hours later

Miles commits suicide.

- Remorse.

I've also heard word
from DC Kendall,

apparently it wouldn't
be too hard

to tamper with the samples.

Would've been easy for anyone

to switch it for a pair
that did match.

- Ah, I think we can forget
about Abbie flyin' solo.

- Sir.

We're just finishin'
up if you want a word.

- You do it, Peter.

Sensitivity's more my
inspector's style.

- About before, sir.

- Oh, forget it.

Anywhere around here
serve decent food?

- 'Round the corner.

- Let's go then.

- Miles moved down here
from London six years ago

with his old man.

Jack had some reasons
to start over with.

- So what do you make of Miles?

- A screw loose, rude,

he liked to be the center
of attention.

When he weren't, he'd play
up, into fights, usual things,

and leave long enough to find
his mother a blessed relief.

- Only he came back.

- Ah, with this girl in tow.

Thought he'd settled,
only from what Jack's says

she's been cleared
out long since.

Mind, I never had
him down for this.

- Got sand in, like
your computer.

- Sir?

- The checks we ran
said Miles Turton

was as innocent as a newborn.

How is it you haven't
been filing out?

- We have, only not
on Miles Turton.

The lad used his mother's
name, Gallagher.

- Thanks.

- Miles Gallagher,

form going back to when
he's a juvenile.

Early stuff's pretty
well what you know,

mixed in with a bit
of deception.

- Well that covers a multitude.

- Credit cards mostly,

only when he left here,
he graduated.

Set up his own charity raising
cash for victims of torture

with a twist.

- Well, go on.

- Miles favored the
personal approach,

sending worthy causes
off to illicit funds

from wealthy widows.

- Worthy causes he coached.

- Aye, got 18 months.

His accomplices all
went down with him.

- Get mint cake to
chase up the background.

Oh, and find out where Miles
served his time as well.

I already did.

- That you for your
cooperation, Mr. Turton.

In these cases, lads
often leave a note.

It's best if someone
else reads it first.

- His room's through there.

Thanks.

- Hardly your average love nest.

- Aye.

And them's hardly
bedtime readin'.

- But, but you're not certain?

I mean, you're not sure
if it was Abbie or not,

there's still room for doubt.

- Not really, sir.

My boss thought you'd
want to be kept informed.

- Yeah, yeah, thank
you, Sergeant.

Has she been identified?

Has anyone identified the body?

I mean, it should be
family, really, who do it.

- Her real people, yes.

Mr. Hallingsworth, you
wouldn't have any idea

who might be tryin' to
deceive your family?

- No.

- Well, I'm not sure exactly,
but something's not right.

Tell the boss I'm gonna
stick around for a bit.

- Trudy Cavanagh, that
was her real name.

She and Miles had a scam goin'.

Trudy would make out she
was a victim of torture,

spin stories to get
money off the gullible.

- She was the performer,

but Miles pulled the strings.

What name was
she using, Mr. Turton?

- Abbie.

She never said a word
about where she came from.

It's like she were
bidding her moment.

- They both were.

It was important they
built up a history.

So when did Abbie first let
slip the name Hallingsworth?

- She never did.

It was Miles.

He knew I'd pick up on it.

- Why's that?

- Miles was 10 when
the lass disappeared

and Abbie, a local,
brought it all home.

I mean,

what her family must've
gone through.

And then you caught him.

- Mullavey.

- His face were all over
the front pages.

It was the same time Miles'
lying got out of hand.

He started to hurt folk
with his stories.

Bein' sly,

I got hold of him.

I ripped his face
in the pictures.

I held him there

until his face was all
mucky with the print.

I said,

you carry on,

you'll finish up like that.

- In normal circumstances, a
prisoner like Miles Gallagher

would've been shifted to an
open jobby after the first week.

He was only housed here
as an escape risk.

Even so, he'd have had no
contact with a category A

like Mullavey.

Couldn't they even
have been on the same landing?

No.

Can you check
again, please?

- How 'bout prison duties?

Sorry?

- Were might they have
taken Gallagher?

What was it, Gus?

This one song,

you're dyin',

there's this one lad
hangin' on your every word.

I reckon you guessed
what he had in mind,

so you gave him all he
needed to know about Abbie,

enough to coach someone
to be her.

As it turned out, enough
to get her killed.

- But then what's that to you?

All it was was another game.

- Still, final whistle's
about to blow.

Sorry the fat lady never showed.

Hope I made up for it.

I've been missin' it, Peter.

It's been starin'
us in the face.

- What has?

- Let's say you and Ellie
don't patch things up,

she takes Rosie away,

you don't see or hear
of her for 19 years,

till one day there's
a knock at the door.

- I'd know straight away
if it was Rosie or not.

- Well, how come Martin
identified the wrong woman

as his sister?

Yeah, well tell Wieldy to hold
his horses til we get there.

Okay?

Brother Martin was in on it.

Him, Abbie, and Miles.

What that witness saw
wasn't a young man drownin'.

It was a killer takin'
an early bath.

- Back from the grave.

It's gettin' to be
quite a habit.

- Mullavey had the
coppers dancin' all over.

Told 'em Abbie were down here.

What's so?

- I don't like it in here.

- Scared of ghosts?

Mullavey'd been watching
you lot for ages.

Had you figured even then.

- I thought David
had killed her,

or else I'd never have
gone to the police.

What have I done?

- Don't know.

Know what you're
gonna do though.

- I can't just--
- An out.

We threatened it with
David, let him.

- He's my brother.

- And Abbie were your sister.

She told me how ya cried on her,

very touching.

Well, did you bring it?

Who's that?

Who have you brought with ya?

- He didn't bring anyone, Miles.

Can you tell me what's
going on, Mr. Hallingsworth?

- Go on then.

- He's threatened me.

Said he killed Abbie,
but David'd go to prison

because of what I told you lot,

unless I paid him.

- That right, Miles?

What do you say?

- I say you're not as
daft as you look.

You know we're in this together,

which means there's
two against one.

- Don't be stupid, lad.

Martin, you're in
this deep enough.

Call the police.

He desecrated her memory,

set someone up to be Abbie,

to make money out
of your suffering.

- No.

She was Abbie.

Abbie came back.

- Well, you love
to play the hero.

- It's Miles, he's still
here somewhere.

- Right, let's go and find him.

Right, you,
you, come with me.

- I'll tell you what, Miles,

what say we do a deal?

I'll sit here,

work me way through the
best part of a barrel,

you run yourself stupid.

Then ya can't, can ya?

You're stupid already.

I reckon that were
Abbie's holdin' the stake,

lettin' you in on the plan.

It was hers, weren't it?

I mean,

you're not bright enough.

No sign.

- Behind you!

Andy, you all right?

Where is he?

- Don't be daft, Miles.

We know Trudy was one of
the girls you used before.

- She were never just
one, she were the best.

- The thing I don't get
then is why kill her?

- She was fed up with
telling lies, hurting people,

said she felt sorry for Martin.

- So what now, Miles?

Why don't you come down?

Enough people have
been hurt already.

- You should've listened
harder to Mullavey.

See, he always left himself
with a bargaining chip.

If he could see you now,

I doubt he'd reckon
much of his apprentice.

Oh, don't look at me.

I've taken a vow of abstinence.

Come on, hurry up, get him out.

Last one in's a sissy.

- It's traditional, I think.

You had quite a result.

1,001,

1,002,

1,003,

1,004,

1,005.

- Well,

cheers.

- Cheers.

Mm, almost forgot.

Picked it up at the front
desk on my way through.

Apparently there's a note with
it from the prison service.

- Gus Mullavey died
this afternoon.

Left instructions to
have this sent to me.

White bishop to knight five.

- It's a map.

- That's where he
buried the lass.

That's where Abbie is.