All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S05E04.Above.the.Law.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- Of course I accept
there are concerns,

but this is a defining
moment in our history.

By embracing the single
currency we become part

of an economic superpower.

- And bananas shall
be made straight,

and by decree of our
glorious leader it will rain

only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Want anything from the shop?

- Uh, no.

You're not going out
in that thing, are you?

- Sorry.

Is it non-regulation?

- Just makes sure the
photographers don't see you.

- What's the matter, pet?

Is thee ashamed of your old man?

- Yes I jolly well am.

- They're onto me.
- Hello?

John.

- Morning.

Just popping out for the papers.

- I can't do that, John.

If I'm asked a question I
have to answer it honestly.

- Listen, Christina, we are
pushing you as the human face

of this thing, the
people want to trust you.

- Simon?

Is that you?

- In other words you're asking
me to stick to the script.

- No, I'm telling you what
you have to do to win.

- I'm a politician, John,
not a doubleglazing salesman.

Why don't we talk about
this some more over lunch?

- Hold on.

- Mrs. Chance?
- Yes?

- Right.

The dead man's Judge Chance.

- He's the one doing the
Barbour trial, isn't he?

- Yeah.

He's supposed to be under
24 hour protection and all.

One of the
bobbies guarding his house

just IDed him.

- What the flaming heck was
he doing here by himself?

Well apparently
he went out for papers

every Sunday morning,
didn't like to bother

the Special Branch escorts.

- Well where's the
newspaper shop?

Half a mile that way.

So what's
he doing here?

- There was two shots from
close range in the chest

so he was facing the gunman.

There's motorcycle tire
tracks which do 180

10 yards from where he's lying.

- Any witnesses?
- No.

- So he walks here
from the road,

motorcycle comes up behind
him, he turns round,

motorcyclist fires off
two rounds and rides away.

It's not an amateur job, is it?

- His wife Christina
Chance is back at the house

if you want a word with her.

- You know who she is.

Top of the party candidate
list for the Euro elections.

- We better get to her
before the men in black.

Infrared cameras, panic
alarms, coppers at the gate.

Whole panoply of
modern technology

and the stupid idiots let him
go for a paper on his own!

What were you doing,
playing tiddlywinks?

Lady of the house?
- In the kitchen, sir.

- Sorry to intrude, Mrs. Chance.

Superintendent Dalziel,
Weatherton CID.

This is Inspector Pascoe,
and DC Novello.

I'm very sorry.

Would you mind if I asked
you a couple of questions?

Please.

What time did your
husband go out?

- Nine, maybe a few
minutes after.

- Was he by himself?

- Your husband was
under protection because

he received threats
before the trial.

- Yes.

- Why didn't he ask
for a police escort?

- Didn't like to.

God.

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have let him go.

- This was a regular
thing, was it?

Sunday mornings.

- Yes.

- Did he take the
threats seriously?

- I don't know.

He didn't talk about
it very much.

- He was found in
Churchtown Wood.

That's a long way from
the paper shop.

Any idea why he was there?

- No.

- Thank you, Mrs. Chance.

I think that's enough for now.

- They think it's a
drugs killing, a hit man.

How do we want to approach this?

I'll call you in a minute.

Are you the police?

- Yes.
- Is Mrs. Chance alright?

- You are?

- John Parker, her
election agent.

She's not in any danger, is she?

- She is as you would
expect, Mr. Parker.

- I've heard it was a
professional job.

Is it connected with this trial?

- I wouldn't like to speculate.

- I'm sure you appreciate
what a sensitive time

this is for us, I trust we can
liaise over press statements?

- I shan't be making any.

Good day, Mr. Parker.

- Christina.

I came as soon as I heard.

- Andy.

I can't believe it.

Everyone is devastated.

- So?

Look at this lot.

Like flies round a dung
heap, aren't they?

Clear off.

- Ah, there you are.

Thought you were avoiding me.

- I'd never avoid you, Rebecca.

- I just want--

- I know you're gonna
tell me I must work

with Special Branch on this one

but you're just gonna
have to trust me.

- You're not exactly

the most tactful man
on the force, Andy.

- I'd have thought you'd
have welcomed the publicity.

CID clears up Special
Branch's mess.

- I've got them on my back.

I need your assurance you're
not out of your depth.

- You just want to see
a lot of pretty boys

in Armani suits wandering
about, don't you?

Morning.

- Morning sir.
- Morning.

- In short, this bears
all the hallmarks

of a professional hit.

The prime suspect for
ordering the killing

is Mr. Kenneth Barbour,
who until this morning

was being tried by Judge Chance

for the importation of 15
million pounds worth of heroin.

Now Special Branch organized
24 hours security cover,

but unfortunately mucked it up,

leaving us to clear up the mess.

Oh, some of you may know
that Mrs. Chance

is a candidate in the
European elections

in three weeks' time.

Now for some reason
journalists are fascinated by

this sort of non-event so
if they ask us anything

we'll just tell them to go
forth and multiply elsewhere.

Got it?

Good.

Right now we'll kick off
with a house to house

within a mile radius
of the murder scene.

Sergeant Wield you'll be
concentrating on the tire tracks

and finding any witnesses
who saw the bike.

Novello you'll be liaising
with Special Branch.

Inspector Pascoe and myself
will interview Barbour.

Alright?

Good, get on with it then.

- This is the last thing
I want to be discussing

at a time like this
Christina but we really do

have to make a statement
to the press.

- About what?

I don't know what happened.

- Look, I really hate
to raise this now,

but it's 48 hours until
election nominations close.

If you were thinking of
withdrawing it would have to be

before then.

- You want me to
decide that now?

Peter.

- I'm here, I'm here,
shh, it's terrible.

Oh, it's terrible.

- I'll tell them you're
still standing.

At least it's something
for the evening news.

- Sorry, are you still
talking shop?

Can't you see the
state she's in?

- It would be better for
all of us if you weren't

seen together.

Perhaps you should
draw the curtains.

- Would you just leave
us alone now please?

- It's alright.

- Just get out!
- Please, Peter!

- Now!

We're gonna have
to do something about

our domestic arrangements,
Peter.

My reputation's being sullied.

I got a Ruby Club invite
addressed to Mr. DeAllen
Hartner.

Ah that's
standard these days.

Not in Weatherton
RFC it's not.

Anyway,
you might have

to find yourself
another partner.

Ellie called last night,
she's back home.

I'm seeing her tonight.

- She's having you back?

- You never know.

- Thank God for that.

Pascoe family's coming
to its senses.

What are you looking
at Ken, 18 years?

Customs and excise
fitting me up.

- No reason to bump
the poor old judge off.

He was just doing his job.

- You've got evidence, have you?

- We'll get it.

But it'd make our
lives a bit easier

if you'd just own up now.

- You're widdling up wrong
tree, Superintendent.

- Someone made death
threats to him on the phone

before your trial.

I don't imagine it
was his tailor.

- Well it wasn't me,
Superintendent.

- I suppose it's a
bit much to expect

any cooperation from pond
life like yourself, Barbour.

But if it has got
your name on it

you're gonna be so
far back in here

they'll have to pump
air in to you.

We're wasting our time.

- The last thing I wanted
was him dead.

My case were going to
collapse this morning.

Judge Chance ruled
on Friday afternoon

that customs and excise
would have to reveal

the identity of their informers.

My brief was sure
they'd let me go

before they gave
up their grasses.

Now I have to wait god knows
how long for a retrial.

So.

If you do find out who did it,

don't let him near me.

- Right, sorry to trouble
you Mr. Carter.

Well, Barbour was telling the
truth for once in his life.

His brief's gutted.

Prosecution as good as
told them on Friday

they were throwing the towel in.

- Barbour can't have
been the only villain

to bear Chance a grudge.

- He can't have been that
frightened of Barbour

if he went out without
protection.

- Maybe he just fancied
his freedom.

Maybe he went out for
something other than papers,

something he didn't want
a police escort to see.

- Maybe we do need some
help from Special Branch.

They might know more
about his habits

seeing as they've been
with him from day to day.

- Yeah be just like
those sneaky gits

not to tell us something vital.

Stuff it, we'll find
out for ourselves.

- Why don't we just
liaise with them?

- Whose side are you on?

Sometimes I think you don't
fancy the responsibility, Peter.

Back again I'm afraid,
Mrs. Chance.

- I have to get away
from these people.

I feel like a prisoner
in my own home.

- We were hoping you'd
let us take a look

at your husband's effects.

- Yes, of course.

- Do you mind if we
take anything away?

- No, you can do what you like.

- Where can we contact you?

- I'll be at my office in Leeds.

Can I go now?

- Of course.

- They've got separate bedrooms.

She's got a double and he's
got a single next to it

with all his stuff in.

- Maybe it spice things
up for them.

- How do you reckon that?

- Well you know, sneaking
in and out,

creaking floorboards,
naughty naughty binky bonky.

Queen's always had her
own bedroom, you know.

- I think I detect a
whiff of lavender.

- You're not supposed to
say things like that, Peter.

This is a modern police force.

- Have you got a log
of vehicle movements

in and out of here, Constable?

- Yes sir.

- Whose is this?

- Mr. Deller.

He's a family friend.

- Meaning?

- Tends to come around
in the afternoons.

- For what?

- Don't like to speculate, sir.

- I'll take this.

- So Christina's
got a boyfriend.

- I don't know what's
got into you, Peter.

Could be perfectly innocent.

Where did she say her
campaign office was?

- Leeds.

- Mr. Dalziel.

Were you looking for party HQ?

- Not particularly.

Just getting the
lie of the land.

- Why don't I buy you a drink?

I'm not sure this is
your kind of place.

No it isn't.

- Won't be a minute.

Hello.

What can
I get you, sir?

- A beer please.

Which one?

- One with a fancy stopper.

Must be good.

Thanks.

- Right, sorry about that.

Journalists.

- Beats forgetting your wallet.

Oi, keep the change?

- So what would you
like to learn?

- Mrs. Chance gonna win
the election, is she?

- I sincerely hope so.

- But if she doesn't?

- That's not a question
I tend to ask myself.

- Find that hard to believe.

Who's that?

- David Ransom, he owns
Ransom Telecom.

We have offices in his building.

- Worth a few bob, is he?

- 25 mil.

- Just about afford the
prices in here then.

- Pascoe for 7:30.

Hi.

- Hi.

Thought you were gonna
stand me up.

- Babysitter was late.

- I haven't ordered yet,
cannelloni looks good.

- I'm not hungry.

- I thought this was
a dinner date.

- I just don't want
to eat, okay?

- What's going on, Ellie?

I thought you'd come home.

- I didn't say that.

- Look if you've got
something to say just tell me.

People don't insist on
meeting on neutral territory

if they've only got good news.

- Don't play policeman with me.

Why does all of this
have to be my fault?

- For god's sake, I think
I'm being pretty reasonable

under the circumstances.

You only took our daughter
and left home!

I'm sorry.

- You know why I left, Peter.

When you marry someone you
expect to see them now and then.

To have some sort
of life together.

Otherwise what's the point?

- I couldn't agree more.

But you've been at
your mother's.

I've been here trying
to do my job

not knowing whether my wife
and kid are ever coming back!

You're acting like my
feelings don't matter.

- It's me or the job, Peter.

- What?

- I've made a decision.

I don't want to be married to
Andy Dalziel's stooge anymore.

I don't want to see you
wasting your mind.

You're intelligent, you
could have done anything,

but you're throwing it away.

And I don't want to
live with your regrets.

I don't want to wait
up at night wondering

if you'll ever come home.

And I don't want our
daughter growing up

thinking of her father
as a stranger.

- I don't believe this!

Are you serious?

You're telling me to
change my career

just 'cause I'm home
late some nights?

That's life, Ellie.

That's what happens when
you've got responsibility.

- I've been offered a research
fellowship at the LIC.

Now you could come with
us, make a fresh start.

You could do something
constructive in your own right

for once.

It's up to you.

- Hello.

It's Wield, sir.

Had a call from Barbour's
brief, he wants another word.

- Well get Peter
to deal with it.

I'll get
him shipped over

from prison in the morning.

- Alright Wieldy, see ya.

- I'm Peter Deller and I've got
a meeting with David Ransom!

- Mr. Ransom is in
a private meeting.

- I've got a meeting
with him now!

He's not to be disturbed.

David,
I need a word with you!

- Come outside now please.
- Get your hands off me!

David, come and talk to me!

I need a word!

- It's alright, thank you.

What's your problem, Peter?

Why don't we talk about it?

- Oh yeah we'll talk,
we'll talk alright

whether you like it or not.

- I've called you here
today because I want

to formally record what you
have to say, Mr. Barbour.

- Where's Dalziel?
- He's busy.

- I want a good word put in
for me with the next judge.

- I'll see what I can do.

- You're only a sergeant.

- Inspector.

So what do you want to tell me?

- I don't know who killed
him, but I did do me homework.

- You've been asking around?

- No, before the trial.

You know.

Do a bit of digging,
know the enemy.

Judge Chance was partial
to young men.

Very partial.

- And?

- He used to spend the
odd Saturday night

with a lad by the name of
Simon Wallis, lives in Leeds.

- Says who?

- Makes you wonder.

Had a good looking wife.

She'll get my vote.

- You don't have one.

- I do, Mr. Pascoe.

I'm still an innocent
man, remember?

- What's Wallis got to
do with Chance's murder?

- Prison's a dangerous
place, Mr. Pascoe.

Even for a man like me.

There's a limit to how far
I can stick my neck out.

- What are you angling for?

- I've given you all the
pieces I know, Mr. Pascoe.

You're the detective.

You put them together.

- What'd you promise him?

- Nothing.

I am capable of conducting
an interview.

- You find this lad Wallis,
I'll see what Mrs. Chance knows.

- So we're looking for
a jealous gay lover?

- Perhaps.

- And he has him shot
during Barbour's trial

to throw us off the scent?

- That'd be cleverer
than most villains.

How'd it go with Ellie?

She having you back?

Or is she enjoying
making me suffer?

- It's nothing to
do with you, Andy.

- Good morning Mr. Dalziel.

- Mrs. Chance is expecting me.

- Yes, you do appreciate
this is a very stressful time

for Mrs. Chance.

She has to decide by
tomorrow afternoon

whether she's continuing
to stand as a candidate.

- Must be agonizing.

- But of course spouses
of murder victims always

have to be eliminated
from police inquiries.

- You want to know if
she's in the frame.

- Might help to inform
our decision,

not that we have any doubts
about her whatsoever.

- Tell you the truth Mr. Parker,

I haven't got the
faintest idea who did it.

Could be you for all I know.

Morning, Mrs. Chance.

- I'll see you later, John.

Should we go into my office?

You probably wonder
what I'm doing here

the day after my husband
was murdered.

I'm not sure I know myself.

Nothing seems very
real at the moment.

- I'm sure you're doing
the right thing.

You have your public
to consider.

- Sure is that noble.

- Someone out there had
a very deep grievance

against your husband.

Or a powerful reason
to shut him up.

- Shut him up?

What about?

- I don't know.

But I get the impression he
was quite a complicated man.

- Well we all suffer from that.

- No.

I'm sorry Mrs. Chance but
I have to ask you this.

- Did he have homosexual
relationships?

- Yes.

If you could give me a list
of names I'd be very grateful.

- I don't have any.

We didn't really discuss it.

There was never any need.

- You didn't meet them,
the boyfriends?

- I know it sounds strange
but we preferred it that way.

It was nothing to do with us.

- Does the name Simon
Wallis mean anything to you?

- No.

- Thing is Mrs. Chance,
a jealous lover

doesn't kill out of the blue.

There's usually a
situation which develops.

- No.

I'd have known.

He would have told me.

- This is a car number
plate which frequently

comes and goes to your house.

It's registered to
a Mr. Peter Deller.

Is he a friend of yours?

- Yes.

- Close friend?

- I help run a charity
for kids in Romania,

Peter gave us a lot of money.

We became close.

But we were all very
relaxed about it.

Jerry's death has nothing
to do with Peter and me.

All three of us were
good friends.

You won't tell the
press, will you?

- I wouldn't dream of it.

- Mr. Dalziel,

I would give everything
to have my husband back.

Despite it all, I
loved him dearly.

We were soulmates.

- All we've discovered
so far is that the tires

are from a trail bike.

Now the rider put his foot
down but it's not really

a usable print.

No DNA at the scene.

- How are we doing
with the witnesses?

- Couple of people vaguely
remember seeing a motorbike,

but they can't even
be sure what kind.

- I found an address for
a Simon Wallis in Leeds.

He's not answering
his phone though.

- Find a fellow and
go and fetch him.

- Sir.

- And get a warrant.

Our Mrs. Chance, how big a
player is she politically?

- If you believe the
papers she's the woman

who's gonna sell us
the single currency.

The acceptable face of Europe.

- Why here in particular?

- She looks good.

She's bright.

Used to be a successful
solicitor.

Enough of the common touch
to appeal to ordinary folk.

- So her face fits.

Throw in a touch of the noble
widow and she's unbeatable.

- That's a bit far-fetched.

- So's a married gay judge
gunned down at bluebell time.

- Mr. Wallis?

Alright.

Stone cold.

Must have been dead for days.

Looks like an overdose.

- Don't touch anything,
call the station.

Take him outside.

- Come on.

- There was a laptop here.

It's gone.

- Look at this.

Was on the doormat.

Weatherton postmark.

- Dear Simon, I thank
you for everything

but I simply can't
go through with it.

For Christina's sake.

I'm sure you understand.

Affectionately, Jerry.

It's from Chance.

- Wallis wants Chance
to leave his wife.

Chance refuses to
cause a scandal

in the middle of his
wife's election campaign.

Wallis decides it's
all or nothing,

shoots Chance in the woods,

goes home and tops himself.

- Wallis hadn't received
the letter.

Maybe there
was a phone call.

- Heroin overdose was
definitely the cause of death.

Blood test confirmed
it straight away.

- Suicide you think?

- Perhaps.

If not it was a very
stupid mistake.

There's no sign of
long term use.

Did he not leave a note?

- None that we've found.

- Do you have any idea
of the time of death?

- Oh yes.

Approximately 36
to 48 hours ago.

- So he definitely
died before Chance.

- Bang goes my gay lover theory.

I suppose Wallis could
have had a hit man.

Chance certainly didn't
shoot himself.

- What if Mrs. Chance
got wind of their affair?

If it went public it would
have destroyed her image.

She had them both bumped off.

- She doesn't strike me
as that kind of woman.

Then again, she is a politician.

- I've drawn great
strength from the hundreds

of messages of support
I've received,

and particularly from
those who reminded me

that my husband died as
a servant of the public.

The same public that I
dearly wish to serve.

And it is with this single
thought in mind

that I have resolved
to fight on.

It is no less than my husband
would have expected of me.

And I know with your
continued support

I will have more than enough
strength to win through.

Thank you so much.

Mrs. Chance,
Mrs. Chance!

- Brings tears to the
eyes, doesn't it?

How's about a pint then?
- Aye.

- Hello.

- A pint of the best
for my friend

and a tall latte with
a vanilla shot for me.

I thought this was
a new Labour club.

Go on then.

I'll have a pint of best myself.

- Okay.

- Sorry about him.

- Mr. Dalziel, can I help you?

- I doubt it.

- I can arrange a private
room if you would like

to speak to Mrs. Chance.

- No need.

I'll buy her a drink
if she likes.

How about you?

You want a pink gin
to match your tie?

Clothes horse.

Anyhow you get them in.

- Thank you.

- Brave decision, Mrs. Chance.

- I just hope it's
the right one.

- One of my sergeants
found this this morning.

- It's alright, John.

- That is your husband's
handwriting.

- Yes.

- It was posted the
day before he died.

To one Simon Wallis.

25 year old computer
programmer from Leeds.

- Do you have any idea
what he's referring to?

- No.

None.

- Wallis was found dead
at his flat this morning.

From an overdose.

He died Saturday night.

We're keeping an open
mind as they say.

- I'm sorry.

Oh god.

How much more of this
can there be?

- Christina.

You alright?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Do you have to follow
her everywhere?

She's under enough
pressure as it is.

- We're doing our
job, Mr. Deller.

- Come on, I'll take you home.

- He's being a bit indiscreet,
isn't he?

- I think that's in his nature.

Have Wield and Novello see what
they can find out about him.

- Home then?

- I'm gonna see someone
actually.

- Aye, who?

- A lady.

- Hello.

- Hello Ellie love.

Any chance of seeing
the sleeping beauty?

Almost as pretty as your mother.

Sorry about the mess.

- Oh, it's a palace
compared with my place.

Much as I love your husband,

he's the messiest git I know.

- He needs a mother.

- He's defeated my
lady that does.

She found his socks in the oven.

He was drying them out.

- Used to do that at university.

- So.

Is he coming home?

- I don't know.

- Ah.

- Well the ball's in his court
if that's what you're asking.

- Well if there's
anything I can say to him.

- Thanks Andy, but I don't think

you'd be the best person.

- Why's that?

- Because you're the problem.

- Oh.

It's his ambition that keeps
him away from the house.

It's not me.

Give him a chance, Ellie.

He loves you.

- As much as he loves
the police?

- Oh, no copper could
ever manage that.

Hey.

It's only a joke, love.

- Ah, but it isn't.

That's the way policemen
have to think.

You're a good bloke, Andy.

But I don't want Peter
turning into you.

- Look what I've got.

Full report on Chance from
the home office pathologist.

His medical records show
he was diagnosed

with molten urine disease
six months ago.

I got on to his consultant.

He told Chance he had 18
months of working life left

if he was lucky.

- That might explain
why he didn't mind

going for a walk without
his police escort.

- What's that?

- Leeds have found
Wallis's laptop.

He left it at the last company
he was contracting for.

It's got all his invoices on it.

Looks like he did half his
work for Ransom Telecom.

- Ransom.

Isn't he the guy
that Peter Deller

had a parlay with in Leeds?

- Well apparently Peter
Deller and David Ransom

set up a computer leasing
company 10 years ago.

It sold in '95 for
10 million apiece.

Deller seems to have
become a man of leisure.

Meanwhile Ransom's built
another empire.

Mrs. Chance's offices are in
the same building as Ransom.

Deller probably brought
them together.

- Very conscientious, Peter.

What the hell does it mean?

- Ransom's got a growing
mobile phone network.

He's bent on a slice
of the European market

which means he's
gonna get tied up

with a lot of red tape.

If she's elected she
can help cut it for him.

- I smell something, Peter.

I think we better
take a closer look

at this Ransom character.

- Oh come on David!

I helped you out!

Look, you founded this
business with money

I secured for you from
lenders I introduced you to.

Now 10% commission makes
five million pounds

and we had an agreement.

When you were liquid
you'd pay me back.

- Where's the contract?

I don't recall signing anything.

- I do not believe that
I am hearing this.

They were my contacts!

They trusted you because they
trusted me and my reputation!

- You've been out of
the business for years.

No one gives a damn about you.

- Five million!

And you can pay me now,
or you can pay me

with my legal costs on the top.

- You've had too many nights
out with Charlie, Peter.

You've lost it.

I owe you nothing.

- Get the feeling you're
entering a parallel universe?

Thank you,
I'll do the rest.

- Okay.

- So.

How can I help the police?

- Does the name Simon Wallis

mean anything to
you, Mr. Ransom?

- A faint bell, perhaps.

- He was a computer consultant.

Spent most of the last six
months working for you.

He's dead.

Found in his flat yesterday
with a lethal concentration

of heroin in his blood.

- How tragic.

- Simon Wallis had all
your personal details

in his computer address book.

- I employ over 500 staff so
anyone could have got them.

Maybe he's fixed my
computers for me.

- 5'10", close cropped hair.

Gay.

- Sorry?

- Are you married, Mr. Ransom?

- What is this?

You tell me that one of my
freelance staff is dead.

That he's gay.

Am I being accused
of something here?

- On a strictly confidential
basis

if you know anything
at all about Mr. Wallis

in particular his private life
we would be most grateful.

- You're not suggesting that
I was sleeping with him.

I don't even know him.

How well do
you know Christina Chance?

- I get the feeling there's
a subtext here, Mr. Pascoe.

If you've something to
say I'd appreciate it

if you'd ask me straight,
as it were.

- Simon Wallis was having
an affair with her husband,

Judge Chance.

Wallis died 12 hours before
Judge Chance was shot.

- So you're here trying
to make connections.

- Your ex-business partner
Peter Deller

is Christina Chance's lover.

- I hardly know Christina
Chance.

- Then why are you
supporting her campaign?

- I'm not supporting it.

We have offices in the
same building, that's all.

- Who pays her phone bills
and for all her staff?

- Party funds, I should imagine.

To which before you
ask I do contribute

but I don't bankroll
political campaigns.

- I find it odd that
you don't know her,

given that your good
friend is her lover.

- Peter Deller and I haven't
been friends for five years.

If I needed another reason
not to speak to Mrs. Chance,

he would be it.

I can see you've got a theory.

- Several.

- Let me guess one of them.

Businessman and politician in
league together on the make,

young employee finds out,
tells lover who happens to be

politician's husband and
both of them end up dead.

I've built an honest
business here, Inspector.

The board of this company boasts
some of the most reputable

names in British finance.

You can go through this
company from top to bottom.

You will not find anything.

- Hi.

Alright?

- Do I look it?

- Um, Parker's been trying
to get ahold of you,

something about a press
call this afternoon.

- I'm sick of John Parker.

I'm sick of the whole
damn pretense!

I just wish it was over.

- Then why don't you
take some time off to

get things in perspective?

You're asking too
much of yourself.

- What the hell am I doing?

- Why don't I just stay
here for a while?

- How will I explain
that to the press?

- Well you just say I'm
a well-meaning friend.

- Peter.

I don't know what to do.

- What?

What's that?

- Something Jerry was writing.

I think I know why
he was killed.

- You told the police?

- Just read it.

- Mr. Smith.

Detective Superintendent
Dalziel.

- Ah yes, do come in.

Packing away the
judge's library.

I was with him 12
years you know,

since the day he was appointed.

Youngest high court
judge for 20 years.

You must
have been close.

- Oh I feel I helped steer
the course of justice

now and again.

- This Barbour case can't
have been much fun for him.

With the threats.

- All judges have to
put up with that.

It's part of the job these days.

- So he wasn't unduly concerned.

- No.

Took it all in his stride.

- Did you know much
about his private life?

- That's really not my business.

- Have you ever heard
of a young man

by the name of Simon Wallis?

We think he may have been
intimate with the judge.

- Those rumors were put about
by scandal-hungry journalists.

And rumors are all they were.

- When was that?

- Five years ago.

When the judge sat for
a term at the Bailey.

So these were
national journalists.

- Gutter rats.

Twas sheer intimidation.

- Why do you say that?

- I don't normally go in for
conspiracy theory, Mr. Dalziel,

but in this case
I'm not so sure.

- I'm listening.

- The judge was trying
an important businessman

for insider trading.

I got the impression
it was a test case,

the tip of an iceberg.

If he were to be convicted,
100 other prosecutions

would swiftly follow.

The pressure on the
judge was intense.

The case never got to a jury,

he had to decide it
on a point of law.

- He let him off?

- Yes.

And I could tell
he regretted it.

The judge was a man
of great integrity.

- Who was the businessman?

- A Mr. Ransom.

He was in computers.

In a surprise
turn of events,

David Ransom, the
multimillionaire businessman

was today acquitted
by a trial judge

on three offenses of
insider trading to which--

- Stable boy gives you
the nod, you back the nag,

what's wrong with that?

- You've got an unfair advantage

over the rest of the punters.

It's like playing
with loaded dice.

- What's ethical about gambling?

- Do you want a philosophical
or economic answer?

- I prefer to know where
Ransom fits in all of this.

- If he was behind the
rumors about the judge

he's obviously prepared
to play dirty.

- If!

Everything about this case
begins with flamin' if!

If Chance thought
Ransom was no good

he would have told his wife.

If she knew, there's
no way she would have

got involved with him!

- Maybe it's time to
call in Special Branch.

Ask them to do some discrete
surveillance.

- You can't wait to throw
in the towel, can you?

- I just think we might be in
deeper waters than we suspect.

- You ought to watch that
defeatist streak, Peter.

- What are you on about?

You been having a go at me
ever since this case started.

You're worried I'm gonna get
to it before you, aren't you?

You can't take the competition.

- Now listen!

It's not my fault that your
genius has gone unrecognized!

- Everything alright?

Only I haven't received
any updates today.

- There's a very good
reason for that.

- Mmm?

- We're formulating
our theory, ma'am.

- Prime suspect?

- Christina Chance has
the most obvious motive.

- Grounds for arrest?

- We're working on it.

- Any progress on the hit man?

- We've extended the scope of
our house to house inquiry.

- Special Branch are
getting restless.

- The feeling is mutual.

- Good.

- What's he doing down here?

- I asked to speak to him.

Christina, I've had
a message from HQ.

They want you to renounce
the candidacy,

they'd like you to call them.

- It's too late.

- Nominations close at
five, two hours away.

- On what grounds?

- They don't feel it's fair
to put you under the stress.

- I'm not about to break
down on camera.

This morning I was being
told how well I was coping!

- Press are starting
to ask questions

about your associates.

And when you were selected
as a candidate

you were asked to declare
any potential embarrassments.

You didn't mention a long-term
affair or a gay husband.

- I beg your pardon.

- It's a question of the
common good, Christina.

You no longer represent it.

- You conniving little creep!

I know what this is about.

Who's replacing me?

- Go home, Christina.

- Christina.
- Peter!

- Listen, Jerry's notes.

For his sake, you mustn't
show them to anyone.

We've gotta talk about this.

I'll meet you
at my house in 45 minutes.

- Okay, okay I'll see you there.

How you doing, alright?

- There you go.
- Ta.

You know.

Deller's the spider in
the middle of this web.

He knows everyone.

What's Novello turned up on him?

- Just a bunch of press cuttings
about his former business

and his charitable works.

Seems to have lead a
blameless life on the whole.

- There's no such thing, Peter.

We're all flawed.

Some of us more than others.

Ellie's given you an
ultimatum, hasn't she?

You don't have to be
Sherlock Holmes.

Women run to their mother
when they want looking after.

She wants you home
or doesn't she?

At least away from me.

- She's taken a university
job in London.

She wants me to go with her.

It's a big opportunity for her.

- I see.

And what if you don't
want to go to London?

- She's going anyway.

- What's the matter with her?

You make good money,
you got a nice house.

You'll be lucky to get
a shoebox down south.

- I'm never there though, am I?

- You go home nights,
you don't stray.

- She's an intelligent
woman, Andy,

she wants a full-time job.

- That's what she's got.

- I work, she fits in around me.

Then she gets uptight
because she says

I'm not reaching my
full potential.

- The trouble with your
generation is you think too
much.

In my day it was simple.

- Frustrated wives and
absent husbands?

- We put up with it!

- Your wife didn't.

- Hello, Dalziel.

It's
Christina Chance.

Could we meet?

- Yeah, of course.

I'd prefer
if it was private.

- Uh, how about the Yew
Tree in Chelhamwick?

Alright, I'll
see you in 20 minutes.

- Alright, bye.

Mrs. Chance.

- The man in the house up
the road saw a blinding flash

of light, then he
heard the crash.

- What kind of light?

- White, like a flash
gun but brighter.

- Where is she, down the end?
- Yes sir.

- Shouldn't have gone, I
shouldn't have gone, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- How is she?

- She's still in a coma,
it's a brain hemorrhage.

Was this an accident?

- Why wouldn't it be?

- Well I don't know,
you're the policeman!

- Where were you this
evening, Mr. Deller?

- Oh my god!

You're not accusing
me of doing this.

- Why don't we discuss
it at the station?

- No no no no no you
can't arrest me!

'Cause I haven't done anything.

- I could nick you for
drink driving if you prefer.

I can smell it from here.

- According to the vehicle
log you were at

Mrs. Chance's house
earlier on this evening.

And you both left at more
or less the same time.

Just after eight.

Did she tell you where
she was going?

- To a meeting, to...to
reassure the local party

that she'd keep a low profile.

- She didn't mention going to
meet Superintendent Dalziel?

- No, no I think I would
have remembered that.

Where
did you go?

- Home.

You can check my phone calls,

I made about half a dozen
between nine and 10.

Did she
have anything with her?

- No.

- The constable on
duty at the house

saw her carrying a leather
briefcase to her car.

We didn't find on in the wreck.

- Well I know nothing
about that.

- Who would have wanted
to kill her, Mr. Deller?

- God knows.

- You and David Ransom
go back a long way,

don't you Mr. Deller?

- Yeah, for what it's worth.

- I thought you were friends.

- We used to be.

- What happened?

- Well let's just say we
went our separate ways.

- I saw you two in a bar
in Leeds on Sunday night.

Things looked a bit
tense between you.

Why was that?

- Let's just say we had a
disagreement about money.

How much money?

- That's our business, surely.

- You sure the argument
wasn't about Christina?

She certainly has a lot
to thank him for.

- He's got nothing to
do with Christina.

- It all seems like
a very tight clique.

You must have met.

- Well it always is at the top.

Is that where you are?

- No, far from it.

- Does the name Simon
Wallis mean anything to you?

You didn't know him as one
of Judge Chance's lovers?

- No.

No, Jerry kept that
side of his life

very much to himself.

- Was David Ransom guilty
of insider trading?

- Show me a successful
businessman who isn't.

- You're a wealthy
man, Mr. Deller.

A player.

A dealmaker.

Business and politics live
in each other's pocket.

You know that.

It's your world.

But it's funny how the
powerful get beyond themselves,

isn't it?

They'd do almost anything to
hold on to what they've got.

Even try and get
away with murder.

The question is, what's
at stake here?

And for whom?

What did Chance and Wallis know?

And what was Mrs. Chance
coming to tell me?

There's a secret, isn't there?

And you're not letting
me in on it.

He knows something.

I want him followed.

- Nice car.

40 grand's worth.

- I could buy my flat
outright with that.

- You're not stooping to
blackmail now, are you?

- The police asked me
questions about you.

- I'm sure you enjoyed
answering them.

- They're onto you, David.
- For what exactly?

- They know about the briefcase.

- What briefcase?

- And we didn't even
get on to where

your startup capital came from.

So I want 10 million.

- Get out of my life, Peter.

You are a mess.

- Mrs. Chance had previously
decided to stand down

as a candidate following
the death of her husband.

After an emergency meeting
of the selection committee,

Mr. John Parker was adopted
as a replacement candidate

on the party list.

Mr. Parker, what is your
position on the Euro?

- As the replacement
candidate I will be carrying

Mrs. Chance's arguments
forward to the electorate.

I will be telling the
voters that we have a choice

between isolation and
decline and joining a vibrant

European economy.

Alright?

Thank you.

- That was Mr. John Parker--

- Congratulations, Mr. Parker.

I see the party doesn't
waste any time.

- I'm not elected yet.

- Oh you'll be alright,
all this behind you.

- Is there something
I can help you with?

- Any idea why your predecessor
was run off the road?

- It's alright.

I thought it was an accident.

- Not at all.

Very professional attempt
to make her intended death

look like one.

- I have no idea.

- If it was just her, I'd be
looking at you very closely.

But there's her husband,
and his lover.

I presume you know
about Mr. Wallis?

You must have a theory,
Mr. Parker.

Your lot pride themselves

on having an answer
for everything.

- I had presumed it was to
do with the judge's work.

- Well you see, all roads
lead back to this place.

Somewhere in these marble halls

there's a nasty little secret.

And I'd bet that if you
don't already know it,

you'll be let in
on it very soon.

You're informed, ambitious,
more likely

to take the mess of pottage.

- Mr. Dalziel, I am a
political candidate operating

entirely within election
guidelines.

- Then why are you
in this place?

Why is Ransom bankrolling you?

- He isn't.

We've had this office
for six months.

We signed a three year lease.

It's all paid for
by party funds.

- And who makes up
the party funds?

- In all honesty I don't know.

There is a blind trust,
I have never seen

the list of contributors.

There are people who
can verify that.

- And there was I thinking
you were smart.

Well remember laddie, every
pound note comes with a promise.

- I can assure you, I
have no allegiances

other than to my voters
and my party.

- They bought your suit, son.

Don't let them buy your soul.

- Where is he now?

- Well after meeting Ransom
he went to the hospital

for the best part of two hours.

Then he went home.

And you reckon
he and Ransom were arguing?

- Deller came away with
a face like thunder.

- Okay.

So last Sunday was Deller

trying to get to see
Ransom in Leeds.

This morning whatever he's
got to say is more important

because Ransom drives
all the way out of town.

But whatever it is,
Deller's not happy.

Maybe he's asking for
something and not getting it.

- Look at this.

His shares have been going
sky high the last two weeks.

But nobody knows why.

Or if they do, they're
not saying.

- Who wrote this?

- A woman called
Cameron Stewart.

- Let's go.

- Where are you two going?

- See a lady.

- So, why your interest
in Ransom Telecom?

- Two murders and one
attempted murder.

- That's not what
I was expecting.

Most policemen want to know
where a company's capital

comes from, whether
it's clean or not.

- Is it?

- It's undoubtedly gray
in places, usually is.

- Why are the shares
climbing so fast?

- Now we're getting to it.

- This is purely confidential.

- I'm a journalist.

I hear rumors, but often
that's all they are.

An American company has
been buying up large numbers

of Ransom shares.

- So they're mounting
a takeover?

- Well that depends
on those who hold

the lion's share, Ransom
and his fellow directors.

If the Americans are serious

they just have to agree a price.

- So what kind of money
are we talking about?

For Ransom personally.

- Let's say he sold for
five pounds a share,

that would yield him
just over 100 million.

- Have you ever heard of
a man called Peter Deller?

- Deller?

There's a blast from the
past, almost before my time.

All I can tell you about
Deller is he's a completely

busted flush.

He invested all the proceeds
from his and Ransom's company

into the Far East.

He lost the lot.

- He can't be that badly
off, he doesn't work.

- No one would touch him.

Everyone knows he had one of
the most profitable free rides

in the last 20 years,
but he blew it.

- So why's he talking to Ransom?

- If you were a bar in the
red, who would you go to?

- How do you find out who
owns company shares, Ivor?

- The registry of shareholders.

They're obliged to
keep it up to date.

- I want to know who owns
Ransom shares, this afternoon.

- You'll need a warrant.

- Well get one!

Hello?

- It's Peter.

Listen, Deller's on his uppers,

he's gone to Ransom
with a begging bowl,

and get this.

Ransom's about to
sell his company

and collect 100 bar.

- Bar, what the heck's that?

- Million.

Ransom's about to make
the deal of a lifetime.

So what's
the dirty secret?

- Well maybe it's dirty money.

Wallis was working

on the electronic
database of shareholders.

Maybe that's where he saw
something he shouldn't have.

If he told Chance,

Chance might have checked
it out with Deller.

- Of course.

Meet me at Deller's house.

Mr. Deller, it's Superintendent
Dalziel.

Mr. Deller.

I thought you were him.

The gun cupboard's empty.

He's gone.

- No, of course not.

Yeah, I'll get straight
back to you.

I've just had Ransom's
lawyers on the phone

demanding to know what
we're doing rifling

his company records.

- We're seeing who's set to
benefit from his takeover.

- That's called a fishing trip
Andy and I hope you've got

good reasons for going on it.

- Oh yeah.

I'm about to hook a 40 pounder.

But in the meantime I've got
a bloke with a gun out there.

I need firearms.

- Look, Andy.

I'm on your side, but
I'm under real pressure

to hand this case over now.

- Oh you'd love that,
wouldn't you?

Sign a little form,
drop it in the out tray?

- This is more complicated
than you think.

- I don't care how
complicated it is!

What if Deller shoots someone?

You file the corpse under C?

- You're very emotional.

- Well pardon me
for doing my job!

- Alright.

I'll authorize the use of
firearms in the search for
Deller

but if I were you I'd go
home and call it a day.

- And if I were you,
Rebecca, I'd go back

to counting paperclips.

'Cause you know bugger
all about police work.

So what have we discovered,
Ivor?

- Nothing on Deller I'm
afraid but when the company

was set up in 1995 one of
the original shareholders

was Northern Hall Holdings,
owned by Mr. Stanley Barbour.

- Barbour?

- The brother of
Kenneth Barbour.

Same business address too.

Northern Hall put six
million into Ransom Telecom.

- Drugs money.

Deller's on the skids.

So he threatens to expose
Ransom's money laundering.

Then his girlfriend
shoots off the road.

Deller's gone after Ransom.

- DI Pascoe, Superintendent
Dalziel, Weatherton CID.

We're here to see
Mr. David Ransom.

- What is that?

Where's that doorway?

Someone just went in through it.

- I'm sorry, I've no idea.

- I'll take a look, you
bring Ransom down.

488 is fine, but I need

a guaranteed two year contract

for my R and D people.

- No way, their whole project
could go south tomorrow.

- I promised them a year.

And if you lose them, they'll
be poached by the competition.

Okay, I'll concede
that point, Steve.

Let's wrap up this last
point, shall we?

Why don't we sign off
on the deal by fax now

and meet up in the States
to tie up loose ends?

- Well I appreciate the
gesture of trust, David.

Even my lawyers look
content with that.

You're not
signing anything, David!

Cut the link.

- Leave it!

Is everything
alright there, David?

- Did you know that
this man, he blackmailed

a high court judge, and then
he had him and his boyfriend

killed just so he could
tie up his lousy deal?

David Ransom's great big deal!

Hey, don't want to do
business with him.

You know, he's a criminal!

He's a criminal and he founded
this business on drugs money!

Oh you should not have
done that, David.

- If this is about money
we'll talk terms.

Just put the gun down.

- You just sit down!

- Armed police!

Drop the gun.

Put down the gun and
you won't get hurt.

Put it down, now.

- Put it down, Deller.

We know what he's done anyway.

He's going away for a long time.

Don't you worry about that.

- Yeah but he won't
because he'll buy you too

because he buys everybody!

- David Ransom.

I'm gonna arrest you on
suspicion of laundering

the proceeds of drugs
trafficking.

Just put the gun down, eh?

We'll all go back
to the station.

And you can tell us what
you know about the murders

of Chance and Wallis.

Alright?

Stand up, Ransom.

- No!

- Did you just save
my life, Peter?

- Who's there?

It's Peter.

- What do you want?

It's nearly midnight.

- I just killed someone.

- What?

- On the line of duty.

Have you been drinking?

- No!

Yeah, but I saved Andy's life.

He was about to get blown
apart with a shotgun,

I shot the guy first.

Three bullets straight through
the heart, perfect grouping.

- Who was it?

- Just some burned
out businessman.

- And what'll happen to you?

- Well there'll be an inquest.

The coroner will
praise my bravery

and sometime next year
I'll probably get a medal.

You might be the wife
of a decorated man.

If you wanna be.

- Will I?

- That's the question, Ellie!

What kind of man do
you really want?

Look when I shot that
bloke tonight I did it

without thinking twice,
it's what I'm trained to do.

I...I'm not a lecturer or a
house husband, I'm a policeman.

That's me, it's what I am.

- You're in shock.

- I've never felt
better in my life.

- Well then you need help.

- I'm being honest for once.

I'm not trying to second
guess your reactions

or to protect you from
who I really am, Ellie.

Why can we never be
honest with each other?

I'm sick of it!

- That's enough.

- Look I want you, Ellie.

Don't walk away from me.

- I don't want you.

Not like this.

And did
you know that this man,

he blackmailed

a high court judge and then
he had him and his boyfriend

killed just so he could
tie up his lousy deal?

David Ransom's great big deal!

- I presume Mr. Deller was
referring to your trial

five years ago for
insider dealing.

- Now just a minute--
- It's alright.

I can answer Mr. Dalziel's
questions.

I have no idea, he
wasn't making much sense.

- Did you blackmail
Mr. Justice Chance?

Threatening to expose
his homosexuality?

- Absolutely not.

- But Simon Wallis could
have known about

your takeover deal, couldn't he?

- It's possible.

If there were breaches
of internal security,

but I've no idea what he
said, I never spoke to him.

- I've had a look at Wallis's
invoices to your company,

Mr. Ransom.

All his other clients paid
him 50 pound per hour.

Your company paid him 200.

Why was that?

- We're obviously a soft touch.

- He's earned 100 grand
off you in six months.

A 25 year old lad.

What were you paying him for?

- His expertise, clearly.

- Are you sure it wasn't for
information about Judge Chance?

He was a time bomb ready
to go off, wasn't he?

Especially when Wallis told
you about Chance's illness.

You could buy everyone else,

but a dying judge who
wouldn't be bought

was a constant threat to you.

One day he might just
come out of the woodwork

and tell the world how you
perverted the course of justice.

- I would like to see
you substantiate that.

- In the end, the stakes
were just too high.

You had to eliminate the risk.

Shut up all those who knew.

Even Mrs. Chance.

- Do you have a single
ounce of evidence

to support this rant,
Mr. Dalziel?

- I expect you were listening
to their phone calls.

They were using Ransom
lines, of course.

- I thought I'd been
arrested on suspicion

of money laundering.

- You were.

Mr. Barbour's six million
quid was the final piece

of the jigsaw.

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

- Well maybe you'll be
a little more talkative

after Mr. Barbour's had his say.

In the meantime, you
can have the pleasure

of our hospitality
for the night.

What do you mean you don't
know where Barbour is?

He's in your flaming prison!

When?

I don't know anything about it!

How can a high security
prisoner go missing?

- He's no longer a prisoner.

He's been taken into
protective custody

by the drug squad.

- Drug squad?

Did Special Branch tip him off?

- He's turning Queen's
evidence against a number

of major drugs traffickers.

- I'll bet he is.

Beats 20 years in the clink.

What's he got to
say about Ransom?

- Not a lot, he's in
protective custody.

He won't say a word to us now.

- Has anyone asked him?

- There's no firm evidence
to hold Ransom.

He's being released
from custody.

- You're releasing my prisoner?

Who's running this flaming case?

- Neither of us.

Look Andrew, I'm sorry,
some things

are out of our control.

Just try to forget it.

No one's gonna hold
this against you.

- Forget it?

My prime suspect for two
murders, one attempted murder,

six million quid's worth
of money laundering,

he's being let off scot
free and you tell me

to forget about it?

What is this?

Some kind of stitch up?

- I'm sure that all
decisions have been taken

in the public interest.

- Don't give me that!

I know why Ransom's walking!

He's got so much dirt on
so many high up names,

somebody up in the gods decided
to cut him a flamin' deal!

Well I'll never forget
this as long as I live.

It's enough to make me
want to chuck in the badge!

- Take Mr. Dalziel to
cool off, would you?

- I resign, Rebecca!

That's it!

I've had enough!

- Can I get you a
cup of tea, sir?

- Get stuffed, Wieldy!

- I didn't know about the
blackmail until Jerry was dead.

I was looking through
his things.

He'd written everything down.

Those were the papers I
was bringing to you when...

- I guessed it was something
important.

- Jerry was planning
to expose Ransom.

But he was waiting til
after the election.

He knew he'd lose his
job but of course...

- He was dying anyway.

I did try, Mrs. Chance.

- I wish I had told
you straight away.

It was my fault.

I wanted to win.

Thought the past could
be made to vanish.

I'm sorry.

- Don't blame yourself.

There you are.

Naught point three five
liters of the finest Euro pop.

Suppose I owe you a few.

- Getting one out of
you is miracle enough.

Ransom lost the American deal.

Share prices dropped
through the floor.

Looks like some Germans are
mounting a hostile takeover.

Trying to buy him out at
the bottom of the market.

- He'll still walk away with
20 million quid in his pocket.

- I doubt it.

Not once a certain young
lady journalist

has put the word out on his
blackmail and money laundering.

She called me at the
station today.

Someone had sent her the
tape of what happened

in Ransom's office.

- Huh.

- And all the details on
Barbour's six million.

I don't suppose you
know how she got it.

- Nah.

- From an aging copper
who's about to throw in

the towel, perhaps?

- You find yourself a flat yet?

I'm gonna have to start
charging proper rent

til my pension comes through.

- You're not really
going, are you?

- You need your head, Peter.

You're not a boy anymore.

You're nearly a divorcee.

- Don't be so stupid.

What would you do, join
the bowls club?

- Oh, far too racy.

All them randy widows.

No, I suppose I can always
get me rug and me sandwiches

and go to Haddingly.

There's no other beggar
in this town these days.

- You can't.

Not now.

- What?

After all we've been through?

- Maybe I rate you more
than you think.

- Stop whinging.

Go and get us some more beer.