All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S06E02.Home.Truths.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- I'm gonna enjoy putting
the boots in there.

- It's these politics, son.

So we do it with a smile.

- One time to say--

Please, everybody, calm down!

My allegations against
counselor Collingwood

and the project management
is based on hard evidence.

- Mr. Ghataura, may I speak?

I have funded the
Brierstown Project

for the past two years on the
basis that it was something

that the whole community needs.

- That's hypocritical lie and
you know it, Mr. Collingwood.

You funded us to get control.

So you could undermine
everything we've been trying to
do.

Everyone knows what
your real agenda is.

- I have no agenda.

- You're a racist!

You've done nothing
but stir up anger

and fear in this community.

- I care about this community--

- I wanna know when we're
gonna start talking about

the reason the project was
started in the first place.

While we stand around
arguing about issues,

the most vulnerable
people of the community

are being ignored, yet again.

- I agree with Matthew.

- Look, I've already said--

- Oh, you're both as
bad as each other.

Neither of you are prepared
to put aside your political

ambitions for the good
of the young people.

- People that know me
know I speak as I find.

I've never made a secret of
my opinion that youngsters

from white families in this
area are being unfairly

excluded from local facilities.

Unfortunately, in trying
to redress that imbalance,

I've made myself, and sadly,
the Brierstown Project

vulnerable to Mr. Ghataura's
ill-advised

political smear campaign.

And in the light of the
unfortunate recent incidents

of violence, provoked
by his rash allegations,

the council has decided
to close down the project,

with immediate effect.

I'm sorry, son, it
wasn't my decision.

- No you're not.

You got exactly what
you wanted out of this.

- Before you start, Simi--

- I'm not gonna start, Papa G.

I can't believe you didn't
see it coming.

- Did you?

- Everything Matthew's
done here will be lost now.

Just thrown away.

- It's his father's fault.

You were the one who told
me you wanted Collingwood,

.

- You made it a political issue.

- Well, what would
you have me do?

Ignore the poison that was
leaking into your blessed--

- Oh, spare me the
rhetoric, dad.

- You've no need to talk
to me like that!

- I'm sorry, Papa G.

Sorry, it's just so unfair.

It's wrong!

I love you anyway, you know?

More than anything or anyone.

- And I love you too.

My most precious girl.

- I'm the only one you've got.

- Detective Inspector
Peter Pascoe.

Dear Dad.

This is the big news:
I'm coming to England.

- I could ask you in, I suppose.

Thank you.

- I got a letter
from me daughter.

She's arriving Friday night.

- That's great.

I'm really pleased.

I've made some food.

- I'm not all that hungry.

- Get me from the
airport on Friday.

Hugs and kisses, from Rosie.

Dalziel.

Yes, Wieldy.

- Ignore it.

- Can't, I'm on call.

Hello?

- So, what's the crack?

- Murder, sir.

- In the city.

- Then why are they
calling us out?

- Manpower problems.

No bobbies or senior
officers available.

- I've really got to go now.

- I'll be waiting.

- You'd better be.

- Yes, Andy, what?

- Afraid you'll have
to cut short

the frantic socializing, Peter.

Meet me in Brierstown.

Yeah, the old Quaker
chapel, Fifth Street.

There were a murder on, and
no one available to deal.

Apologize to Steve for me.

- Who's Steve, sir?

- Oh, search me.

Some old friend of Peter's.

Moved closer to the city.

You know, he's been out with him

three times in the past week.

- Could be an unlucky one, this.

- Why?

- In the city.

It's not our patch, is it?

- Where's your spirit
of adventure, Wieldy?

Change will do you good.

Looks nasty, ,sir.

Don't wanna get involved
in this.

- Pull over; we are involved.

Ivor needs our help, let's go.

- Police!

- What about the car?

- We'll come back for it later.

Let's first get you
out, and get Susie.

Get in.

Somebody telling you I'm the--

Are you the
senior investigating officer?

Can we get your name?

Can you confirm the victim
is Bobby Ghataura's daughter?

- Can we take a walk?

Well, we know
there's been a shooting.

- I don't believe this.

We've got
a right to know.

- How about a night
in a police cell

for interfering with
our business, eh?

- Come on, Superintendent
Dalziel will be able to answer

your questions later.

- Bloody heck.

- You took your time.

A bit of trouble
on the way.

- They're not used to getting
often onto that lot, sir.

- Well, we can start
now, can't we.

What's your name, young man?

- PC Singh, sir.

I'm the community constable
for the area.

- You know what's happened
here tonight, PC Singh?

Yes, sir, the victim
is Simran Ghataura.

She worked as a volunteer
at the project here.

But the intended target was
probably her father, Bobby.

He's been involved in a
serious political dispute

with the project's sponsor.

- Serious enough to
get someone killed?

This isn't Rio De
Janeiro, you know?

- Yes, sir.

- Alright, Surgit,
that'll do you.

Give Sergeant Tate on, will you?

His relatives are certainly not.

- Mum.

Sir.

- Detective Superintendent
Julie Devon.

- Andy Dalziel.

- We need to talk.

- Fire away.

- There's been a cock-up.

I need to be under in this one.

- Now, I was told you
were up to your neck

in other inquiries, Ms. Devon.

Thanks for coming down, anyway.

- There's some very sensitive
local issues

involved in this shooting.

- So I've heard.

- This is my patch,
superintendent.

What I really don't need is
a bunch of ignorant country

plods in wellie boots
kicking up trouble for me.

Brierstown's a perfect--

- Safe in my hands.

- I don't think so.

I'm gonna make a call.

- Who the hell does
she think she is?

Queen flailing Cleopatra?

- Do we know where
the shot came from?

- Yeah, over there, most likely.

Eyewitness said he saw a flash.

- Which one's the pathologist?

- The lady over there
with her back to us.

- Alright.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Superintendent Dalziel.

I'm the SIO in charge, here.

Any chance we can have
a chat about our body,

in the near future?

- Let's go.

- Thank you.

- Time of death, 7:48 PM.

Cause of death was a
single bullet to the back.

Went straight through her heart.

As far as we know, that was
the only bullet discharged.

- She's just a young girl.

Very pretty, isn't she?

- Yes, she is.

I assume whoever killed her
was aiming for her father.

- Assuming is a dangerous
thing in this business, doctor.

- My god, what have I done?

- It's not your fault, Papa G.

- Sorry to bother you.

Superintendent Dalziel, I'm
in charge of investigations.

- Now isn't the appropriate
time!

- Oh, it's alright, Ravi.

- Can I have a word?

- Yes.

- Right, you're staying on as
SIO, but I've got authority

to keep in contact
with local liaison.

- Meaning what, exactly?

- Meaning you don't talk to
anyone until I've briefed you,

tomorrow morning.

And you keep me informed
of developments

on the case at all times.

Oh, and you've been booked
into an hotel, as well.

Well, you haven't got time to be

to-ing and fro-ing
from Weatherton.

- Fancy wiping my ass as
well, while you're at it?

- Brierstown's a disaster
waiting to happen, Mr. Dalziel.

You'd better make
sure you're not

the one who pushes the button.

- I'll need extra bodies.

Talk to
the duty officer.

- Hormones, I reckon.

Either that, or she fancies me.

- Get a grip, Andy, she had
a serious point to make.

- Right then.

You wanna be part of
the murder team?

I reckon you'll be more
use to me than some.

- Aye, sir, thanks.

I was gonna volunteer.

- You could have warned us about

the wicked witch of the north.

- Lads at Maynick call her
"the headmistress", sir.

- I think we're about
done for now, sir.

Witnesses have been seen.

- Alright, let's go
and find this hotel.

- Ah, I won't be coming
with you, Andy.

I'm going back to Steve's.

- Ah, lucky Steve.

Well I'd best see you at the
mortuary tomorrow morning then.

8:30 sharp.

- Fine.

- Oh, and Peter.

I've been meaning to ask:

have you sorted out
Rosie's trip yet?

- Well, no.

Well, not yet.

No, it's still up in the air.

- You let me know when
you do, won't you?

- Yeah, of course.

- I'm ready for my bed.

- Me too.

- Eh, book us in, Ivor,
and fetch us me keys.

- Where are you going?

- I'm off the bar to
ponder Peter's perfidy.

- Hey, there.

- Thank you, sir.

- Eh, put the young lady's
drink on my tab, will you?

- Sir.

- Cheers.

- I'm Tara.

- Andy.

- You are here on business?

- Yeah, that sort of thing.

You?

- Just drop in for a drink
every once in a while.

You alright?

You had a face like a
monkey's bum a minute ago.

- I was thinking about
family and friends.

Secrets and lies.

- Oh yeah.

Most people are enough to
put you off people for life.

Am I right?

- Ah, I'll drink to that.

- You don't fancy another
one before you go?

- Best not, love.

Gotta keep me wits about
me for the morning.

- Your loss.

I'll see you around, Andy.

- I want clear, blue
sky between me

and this whole thing, Richard.

Do you get me?

Okay, bye.

You look like something
the cat dragged in.

Where were you last night.

- You know where I was.

Your brother's
on his way.

I suggest that we talk
over breakfast.

- What for?

- Death of an asian girl
and matters arising.

- That's nothing to do with me.

- I never said it was, Pauly.

- It's just a simple
manpower issue.

Well, can
you confirm the rumors

that this killing is linked to
the ongoing political battle

between councilor Collingworth
and the victim's father,

Bobby Ghataura?

- We're looking at all
potential motives,

including the political
ones, thank you.

Something on your conscience?

- No.

- Only liars get itchy
palms, you know.

- Morning gentlemen.

I've just finished.

- Fast work, thanks.

- Wasn't much to do.

- Right then, doc, what
can you tell us?

- Time and cause of
death, as already advised.

The bullet, which killed
her instantly,

was fired from a range
of about 25 yards.

The angle of entry supports
the theory that the killer

was standing in an
elevated position,

several feet above the victim,

guarding that embankment.
- Guarding that embankment.

- Ah, that's about it, anyway.

Hopefully, ballistics will
be able to tell you more

about the gun, itself.

- Hopefully.

Nothing in her blood?

Drugs, alcohol?

- Toxicology was clear.

Was she a virgin?

- How is that relevant?

- What's relevant or otherwise

is not for you to judge, doctor.

- No.

She wasn't a virgin.

- Thank you.

We'll let you get on with it.

- You're late for the briefing.

- I got detention.

- What the hell do you
think you're doing,

talking to the press?

- I never said a word to them.

- I just had Tommy
Collingwood's lawyer issuing

threats about inflammatory
allegations.

I had the national newspaper
asking why

we weren't able to staff
this inquiry properly.

- That's not an unfair
question, as it happens.

- Are you for real?

Have you any idea what
you're playing with?

- I don't need to, do I?

I've got you to tell me.

- I'm not taking
any flak for you,

and I'm not carrying
you, either.

You're not gonna light
a match on my patch

without me noticing
you've done it.

without me noticing
you've done it.
First and last warning, Dalziel.

First and last warning, Dalziel.

Alright, if we're all here,

for those of you that don't
already know the background,

Brierstown has the highest
rate of school exclusion

and youth unemployment,
more teenage rogue referrals

and more violent
offenses under 21

than anywhere else
in the region.

The Brierstown Project was
one of few local initiatives

making any difference.

- How?

- By giving difficult
teenagers individual tuition

and counseling.

- Now, Bobby Ghataura has
been having problems keeping

the support of the more radical
members of the community.

Basically, he's under pressure.

It's a hard knock
on race issues.

Hence, his accusation
that counselor Collingwood

was trying to infiltrate white
racists into the project.

Now, Collingwood's
very media savvy.

He took Ghataura on, the
fight spread to the community,

and now we're facing a critical
level of racial tension.

So the key message is: be
very sensitive out there.

- As I understand it,
Collingwood got what he wanted

last night, so where's
the motive for shooting

this Mr. Ghataura
or his daughter?

- Some of his more extreme
supporters have a broader
agenda.

Essentially, they wanna take
Brierstown back for the whites.

Which means starting
a war, first.

An attack on a high-profile
member of the asian community

is the perfect catalyst.

- What about Matthew, mum,
he's Collingwood's son.

He ran the project.

He must bear quite a grudge
towards Mr. Ghataura.

- Possibly, but he's
closer to Bobby

than his father, politically.

Matthew's brother, Paul,
is interesting.

He's cleaned up now,
works for his father.

But he's definitely a
loose-cannon in the Collingwood
camp.

- Excuse me.

Everyone's still narrowly
making assumptions here.

Simran Ghataura could have
been the primary target.

She could have been killed
for non-political reasons.

- Such as?

- Because she was a Monkey's
fan; how should I know?

- Oh, look out, superintendent.

Your "sell by" date is showing.

- Excuse me, mum.

- Yeah, I'm in the middle
of a briefing.

- I'm sorry, mum, I've
got a gent here saying

that he's got some
information about a shooting.

And he wants to talk
to PC Singh.

- Singh, go and talk to him.

And take Superintendent
Dalziel with you.

- Take a seat, then,
now don't be shy.

- This is Fiz.

Tell Mr. Dalziel exactly
what you told me.

- Well, it were last night.

I'm walking about
down by the canal.

About half nine.

And I, ah,

and well, I saw this bloke.

- You recognize the man?

- Let him take his
own pace, Surgit.

- I think it were Matthew,

Matthew Collingwood,
who runs this place.

- What was Matthew doing?

- He were hanging
about, at first.

Looking around as if he
didn't want no one seeing him.

Then he chucked something
in the water.

- What sort of something?

How big?

- About so big.

Long and thin.

The shape of a shotgun, like.

- Ta.

Matthew Collingwood.

- Hi.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

I need to ask you
a few questions

about the shooting last night.

- Alright.

- Down at the station
would be more appropriate.

- Okay, Fiz, just read it over.

Check I've written
everything down correctly,

then sign it there
at the bottom.

- Alright.

- Are you all done?

I better give you
a lift home, then.

- No, I'm alright.

There's a half-hundred
journalists out there.

You don't want them getting
their hands on you, do you?

Sergeant Tate's
right, Fiz.

Come on, son.

- Quite a crowd.

More like
a lynch mob.

- Lab just called through.

No prints, but it's
definitely the murder weapon.

Serial number matches
a rifle stolen

from a gun shop in
Bradford last week.

DNA will take longer
to come through.

- Might not need
it at this rate.

- Hi.

Hi, it's me.

Look, I can't make
it out for lunch.

I've got work piling up.

- Well, okay, I'll come to you.

We'll have a sandwich in
the canteen or something.

- No, really Peter.

I'm up to my ears in
dead bodies, here.

Okay, look, I'll see
you at home tonight.

I've got to go; bye.

Hi, Sita, are you okay?

- I'm sorry, Sally,
I had to call.

- It's alright, don't worry.

Let's get inside.

- Did you go down to the canal
last night on your way home?

- No.

- You sure?

- I am sure.

- What if I told you
we have a witness

who said they saw you?

- What witness?

- For the tape:

I'm showing the suspect exhibit
TD-15, the murder weapon.

Have you seen that rifle before?

- No.

- Remember the caution:
think before you answer.

- I've never seen it in me life.

It came
out of the canal.

- Well, I didn't go there;
who told you I was there?

Look, come on, stop this.

This is crazy.

- How's that?

- Simran, she,

I loved her, Mr. Dalziel.

And she loved me, okay?

We were serious, you
know what I'm saying?

Pretty good reason not
to put a bullet in her.

Do you not think?

- First anyone's said to me.

Well, nobody knew.

It was our secret.

- Why a secret?

- Plenty of reasons.

Our fathers and their
stupid war was the main one.

- Bloody tragic.

Bloody Romeo and Juliet.

You could have been
trying to kill her father.

- No.

- Perhaps you decided he'd
never let you have her.

You being a Collingwood.

- I didn't kill her,
Mr. Dalziel.

She meant everything to me.

Have you talked to her brother?

- Why should I?

- Well, he's very conservative.

Traditional, overprotective.

He wanted Simran to settle
down and marry a Sikh.

He hated the freedom
her father allowed her.

He had her followed when she
first went off to college.

- Followed?

- Aye.

Simran always said that
Ravi would kill her

if he found out about us.

- What's your opinion
of Matthew Collingwood?

What's his agenda?

- Matthew was the
Project's founder.

Cared about the youngsters.

- Oh, enough to risk killing
his lover to avenge them?

- Says he loved her.

He's a Collingwood, and
we've got a witness.

- It was nighttime, lad.

Every decent defense
will say the witness

couldn't be certain
what they saw.

They'd be right at home.

I don't reckon being
a Collingwood

stands for much with
our Matthew.

He says Ravi was
having his sister

followed when she
started college.

- He worried about her;
that's not abnormal.

Family is very important to us.

To all asian people.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- Without family,
you're lost, sir.

Just a shadow passing.

- Yeah, I know the feeling, lad.

Come on.

So, you used to work here?

- Before I joined the police.

It's an honor of the family.

- What about Simran?

Any chance she was mixed
with something?

Apart from the politics.

Drugs?

- No, she wasn't like that, sir.

- And her father,
what's he like?

- He's a politician.

- Made him?

- Some people think
it's changed him.

- Is that what you think?

- He was very nice to
me when I worked here.

Encouraged me to
join the police.

To improve myself.

- Noble aspiration, lad.

After you.

- Yes, sir.

- I was just leaving,
Mr. Dalziel.

I must get back to my family.

- I won't keep you long.

- I hear you're questioning
Matthew Collingwood.

- News travels fast
in this place.

I'm not convinced he's the one

we should be looking at, though.

- Well, why is that?

- Because according to Matthew,

he and your sister were in love.

- What?

- You didn't know that?

- No.

No I didn't.

- Matthew mentioned that
you had Simran followed

when she first went to college.

- What do you mean, "followed"?

- You felt powerfully protective
towards her, I understand.

- Of course I felt protective!

Look.

I asked a cousin to drive
her to college,

keep an eye on her
for a few weeks.

I don't understand how this

is relevant to your
investigation.

- Simran told Matthew
that you'd kill her

if you found out about them.

- And based upon that, you're
implying that I killed her?

- I'm just trying to
establish what happened

last night and why,
Mr. Ghataura.

- I cared for my sister more
than you'll ever understand,

Mr. Dalziel; I would never
do anything to hurt her.

- I'm sorry if I've upset you.

I'll let you get on.

- Is everything alright?

- Did you know about Simran and
Matthew Collingwood, Papa G?

Did you?!

- She told me a couple
of weeks ago.

And you said nothing?

- I, we thought it
better not to.

Under the circumstances.

- You mean it wasn't
politically expedient?

So, did you approve of
this relationship?

- It wasn't my place to
approve or disapprove.

Not your place?!

You know what
Sim was like, Ravi.

- But he's a Collingwood!

- Ravi, you've got
to understand.

- No more, Papa G.

Ravi.

- Is Dr. Shetra around?

- Ah, no, she left
before lunch today.

She got a personal call,
said she had to meet someone.

- Thanks.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

I've come to see
Mr. Collingwood.

- I'll let him know you're here.

- Thank you.

Paul Collingwood?

- Yeah.

Who are you?

- Police.

I'm investigating Simran
Ghataura's murder.

- Aye, I know.

You were at the
meeting just before she died.

- So were a lot of people.

- Can't argue with you there.

Where'd you go after?

- After, we just came
back here, me and my dad.

For a business deal, like, yeah?

- You never saw anything
that might help us

with our inquiries?

- Like what?

Look, I told you: I came
back here with me dad.

I saw nothing.

- Right.

That's clear, then.

- Mr. Collingwood
will see you now.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, Shelly.

Come in, Mr. Dalziel.

- Quite a place.

- Tea, coffee?

- Ah, no ta.

- Take a seat.

How can I help?

- Well, I imagine with your, ah,

intelligence network, you've
probably heard by now.

But short of further
evidence coming to light,

Matthew will be released
on bail this evening.

- I'm glad to hear that.

Thanks for letting me know.

- Did you know that Matthew

and the dead girl were
secret lovers?

- Who told you that?

- Matthew did.

Ironic, in the circumstances.

Love will find a
way, so they say.

Make a nasty, big headache
for everyone

around here, though, I imagine.

- Meaning what?

- Well, if you found out.

Except I didn't.

- Or your other son, Paul.

- Are you making some kind
of allegation, Mr. Dalziel?

- No, I'm just throwing
ideas around.

Where did you and Paul
go last night,

after the meeting?

- Well, we came straight
back here.

I was giving dinner to
some political associates.

And they'll
vouch for the both of you?

- Of course.

- Of course.

I hear Paul's had his
problems in the past.

Drugs.

Violence.

- Nothing he hasn't paid for.

- And his attitude's not
exactly what you'd call, ah,

politically correct.

- Paul has nothing
to do with this.

- Oh.

That's okay, then.

You and Paul won't go anywhere
without telling me first,

will you, Mr. Collingwood?

We may need to speak again.

Thank you.

- Afternoon, ,sir.

Just thought I'd drop by,
see how it's all going.

- We're keeping our
heads above water.

- How's our young Sikh
friend behaving himself?

- He's been very helpful to
the investigation so far.

- Not a team player, as a rule.

- Maybe he doesn't like
the game, as a rule.

- As long as you're happy, sir.

- You'll be the first to
know if I'm not, sergeant.

- Problem?

- Nothing that won't wash off.

Any progress?

- None of Superintendent
Devon's promnoms

are looking too likely, so far.

- Speak of the devil.

- I've just had a call
from Ravi Ghataura.

He's threatened to make
a formal complaint.

- I had to ask those questions.

- Fine.

What about Matthew Collingwood?

- I'm gonna release him.

- You've only just got him in.

- I don't think he's our man.

- You've got the murder
weapon, you've got the witness.

- No prints, no DNA.

- Oh, we're gonna have half
of Brierstown down here

saying Tommy Collingwood's
paid us off.

- It's not a walk in the
park, our job, is it?

He'll be under surveillance.

- Have you been listening
to anything I've said?

This isn't a game, Dalziel.

If it all kicks off, whose
head do you think top brass

are gonna stick on poles?

It might might be nice
and cozy dealing

with knicker-thieves
in Weatherton,

but your career and mine
are on the line here.

- I don't think Matthew
Collingwood did it.

- You'd better be right.

- I mostly am.

Wieldy, what have you got.

Boss doesn't
like her much, does he?

- He doesn't like anyone
much, at the moment.

- Look, ah,

I was wondering if you
fancied a drink with me.

Tonight, after work?

Nothing heavy, but, ah,

as you're a single
man these days--

- Actually, I've been
meaning to tell you.

- What?

- Well, that I've been
seeing someone.

Sorry.

- No, don't apologize.

- Would you mind keeping
it under your hat?

I was waiting to talk to Andy.

- Sure.

Here he is.

- What's wrong with you?

Been eating a lemon?

- Can I have a word
in private, Andy?

- Yeah, come on.

So, how long you been
shagging her, then?

Sally what's-her-name?

- I met her a couple
of months ago.

- I knew something was going on.

- It wasn't really any
of your business.

- So all this going
out of town with Steve?

- I wasn't sure if it
was serious with Sally.

- You lied.

You made up all them
sheep stories like

the spotty little 16
year old you really are.

- I'm telling you now, Andy.

- And while we're on
the subject of lies,

I know Rosie's coming on Friday.

- You what?

You read my letters.

- Yeah, I read your poxy letter,

but that's not the point, is it?

- You don't think so?

- No, the point is you've
been keeping all this from me.

I'm her godfather, you know!

Cat got your tongue, eh?

- Do you wanna know
the truth, Andy?

The truth is, you're
turning into a lonely,

nasty, selfish old man, with
nothing left in his life,

apart from the pathetic
pleasure you seem

to take interfering in mine!

- You've interfered with
mine before now.

- Yeah, well, I've had enough.

I've had enough of being
your part-time slave,

part-time scapegoat.

- I've had enough
of you and all.

So why don't you take some
leave if Rose is coming?

There's no point in you
staying on the case,

so why don't you just
bog off home, now?

- Fine.

Only I'm not going home.

I'm going to move into town
with Sally for a few weeks.

Maybe longer.

And we're gonna have Rosie
stay with me there, and all.

- Getting your home back.

- No, Andy, I'm not.

And if you had any less
of an out-of-control ego,

you'd realize it's got
nothing to do with you.

It's to do with me.

- Well, you'd best get
off to it, then.

There's no point in
hanging around here.

- Sir.

- What?

- A body's been found.

- Are we sure it's our witness?

Just ID'd him.

It's Fiz, sir.

- Any sign of cause?

- Looks like a blow to the head.

Half his skull's caved in.

- John.

Bad business, all this.

- At least your son's
been released.

- They're watching him?

- Around the clock.

- What about this
boy, the witness?

- Well, let's just say he won't
be telling any more tales.

- I'll see you again.

- Where were you this afternoon?

- I was at the mortuary.

- I was just at the mortuary.

Your assistant told me
you left before lunch.

- Oh, right.

- So, what's going on?

- Look, I had to see
my ex and his lawyer

about some money stuff.

I don't know why, I just
didn't wanna mention it.

Seems silly now.

- Well, what did you
think I was gonna do?

Forbid you to go?

- Of course not.

It was stupid.

I'm very sorry, Peter.

Is it murder, sir?

- Afraid so, Ivor.

The surveillance team's
been held up,

I'm off to meet Wieldy
at Matthew Collingwood's.

- Alright.

Give us a call when
you hand over.

- Anything I can do before
I get off, sir?

- Yeah, take a seat for
a minute, Surgit.

- Sir.

- Even if Matthew killed
Simran for love...

Well, he didn't kill
the boy, did he?

He's been in a cell all day.

- It could have been his
father trying to cover for him.

- Well, he'd have to
know who the boy was.

Where to find him.

He'd need inside info.

- Yeah.

- You ever been in love, Surgit?

- Once.

- People lie for it.

They kill for it.

Dangerous stuff.

- Not as dangerous as hate.

- So now you're agreeing
with Superintendent Devon.

The motive for all this
is racial or political?

- I'm not certain, sir.

- Perhaps you're right.

I'd better let you get off.

- Bye, sir.

- Bye, lad.

Be good.

- I felt like a complete idiot.

- Didn't know you liked
him that way.

- I kinda just decided, myself.

Who's this?

- You want a drink?

- No, I'm not stopping.

Just came to see if you're okay.

- Oh yeah, I'm great,
dad, yeah, wonderful.

I've lost me job,
the girl I loved.

I may go to prison.

But you don't care either way.

- You're always telling
me how I feel, Matthew.

- Yeah, because I know you.

- Do you always have
to fight me?

- Doesn't play well with
the family man image

that you're so keen to portray.

- So, you loved her, did you?

- What does that matter to you?

- If it mattered to you--

- No, no, no, no, it's too
late for all that, dad.

She's dead.

You've done your dirty work.

Or that sad case of a
brother's done it for you.

- Look, I've already told you:
we had nothing to do with it!

- Yeah, but you and the truth
parted company years back.

Didn't you, dad, eh?

- We'll talk another time.

Why is Matthew
Collingwood being released?

- Matthew Collingwood is
being released on bail,

pending further inquiries.

You have to understand
that I'm really not able

to say any more at this
moment in time.

Hello again.

- Hello, love.

Buy you one?

- I'll have a margarita, thanks.

- One of them, please, barman.

And I'll have a large whiskey.

- I just saw you on
the telly, Andy.

You never told me
you were a copper.

- Puts some people off for life.

- Well, I'll let it
go just this once.

As long as you're
paying, anyway.

- Put it on my tab.

Aye, sir.

- Hello?

- It said on the news
that you'd released

that Matthew Collingwood.

- Yeah, turns out he was
the victim's boyfriend.

- Oh, right.

Have you got any other
suspects, then?

- No one you'd know.

I need a wee.

Get us another drink
in, will you?

- Okay.

- Won't be a minute.

He's had a few.

Here we go.

- Hello, young lovers!

- Can you go away?

- Oh, she's gorgeous;
you're a very lucky man.

- Can you go away?

- I said: you're a very,
very lucky man.

Sling your hook.

There's no
need to be rude--

Look, I'm a policeman.

If you don't go home, I'll
lock you up for the night.

Now go home.

- I was only trying
to pay a compliment.

Goodnight.

- Story of my life.

- Oh, ah, excuse me sir.

I seen on TV earlier, you're
that copper from the country.

- Yeah.

And?

- Well, I was wondering
if you knew who she was?

- Give me a bit of credit, man.

I may be a country bumpkin,

but I know a working
girl when I see one.

- You're wrong there,
though, sir.

She's not a tart.

She's a journalist
on the local rag.

- Are you sure?

- One of my bar boys
just gave me the nod.

- Thanks.

- Got us some more ciggies.

- Tara.

Is that your real name?

Or did you write it
out as a cheap,

extra something for
the disguise?

- Have I been rumbled?

- Aye, you have.

So you can go now.

- My name is Tara, and
actually, I was enjoying myself.

Don't push
your luck, love.

- No, I meant it.

- On your bike, Tara.

- Okay.

I'm working on a
big story, right?

It involves the Collingwoods.

- And?

- It might not look it but Tommy
Collingwood's got problems.

He made some dodgy investments
a year ago and got hit badly.

Essentially, he's broke.

- What's that got to
do with the shooter?

- I'm not sure, yet.

- Come on, Tara.

You've been taking drinks
off me the past two nights.

If you've got information
relevant to the inquiry,

hand it over, or I could
do you for withholding.

- If this turns out to be
good, I want an exclusive.

- No deals, love.

- Be careful with them!

They could be worth
a lot of cash to me.

They came anonymously in the
post a couple of days ago.

No note or anything.

- It's Paul and Matthew
Collingwood.

Who's the other bloke?

- I've no idea.

But he must be bad news, or
why bother sending the photos?

And the postmark says Mayton,
where Simran Ghataura lived.

- Any idea what happened?

It's gonna be arson.

XFO says there's accelerant
all over the shop.

Body coming out!

That's Matthew
Collingwood.

- Is he dead?

- Not yet.

- Where did you find him?

- Where the fire started.

Fire official is says
that he set it,

and then he got locked
in by mistake.

- This won't make our
job any easier.

- Out of the frying pan, Wieldy.

Mr. Collingwood.

How is he?

- They've told me nothing.

- I'm going to talk
to the doctor now.

Have you got
children, superintendent?

- Look, it'll be alright, dad.

- Burned all over; he's
dying in there, Paul.

- Tommy.

Central office has
been on the phone.

We need to talk.

- Well, don't stop the
publishing machine for my
benefit.

I'll keep you informed,
Mr. Collingwood.

Has he been conscious?

- In and out.

- Do you think he
can pull through?

- There's a very small chance.

- Can I stay?

- A couple minutes.

- Thank you.

Matthew.

Can you hear me, Matthew?

I need to know if you
started that fire.

What were you doing at
the factory, then?

- A phone call.

Bobby Ghataura.

- Bobby Ghataura phoned you?

Morning.

Mind if I come in?

- My father's busy.

- Who's that?

- It's the police, Papa G.

- It's alright, Ravi.

This way, Mr. Dalziel.

Thank you.

- You can leave us, Ravi.

- Ah, I'd rather he
stayed, if you don't mind.

- Oh, whatever you say.

- Thank you.

- Well, then.

- How can we help you?

- Have you ever seen these
before, Mr. Ghataura?

- Who are they, Papa G?

What are they?

What's going on, Papa G?

- I, ah...

Yes, I had them taken.

- Did you send them to a
journalist called Tara Connolly?

Yes.

- So you know the man who's
with Matthew and Paul.

- He's Gary Wheeler.

He's a drugs dealer.

- What?

- Carry on.

- Tommy Collingwood's son,
Paul, is a heroin addict.

His father colludes in the
supply of drugs to him.

Perhaps even more; I'm not sure.

I have an audiotape
which proves it.

I was going to send it
to the television people

in a few days time.

- I don't believe you'd do this!

- Very dirty fighting,
Mr. Ghataura.

- Politics is a dirty business.

- And that makes it more
acceptable, does it?

- This is a potentially
criminal matter, Mr. Ghataura.

- Yes, I'm aware of that.

- Did you also call Matthew
Collingwood last night,

and ask him to meet
you at the factory?

- What?

No, of course not.

- That's what he told me.

- He's lying; I never
spoke to him!

- So you weren't looking
to frame him

for the murder and the fire?

- Dad?

- No!

Ravi, this is absurd!

I didn't call Matthew.

I know nothing about the fire,

and I know absolutely nothing
about my daughter's death.

- So who took the photos?

- Simran took them.

There
have been further,

violent clashes overnight,
between asian and white youths.

And calls for a curfew in
Brierstown after two men died,

following a fire in
a clothing factory.

The factory belonged to a
local city council candidate,

Bobby Ghataura, whose
own daughter

was fatally shot
a few nights ago.

- Hello?

Yes, what is it?

Okay.

Alright.

I'll meet you.

- Who was that?

- Just a friend.

I've got to go.

Bye.

- The investigations
are still going on,

as to the cause of the fire,
but we haven't ruled out arson.

- Mr. Dalziel, you released
Matthew Collingwood

as a suspect, just hours
before the fire.

In retrospect, isn't that
a serious misjudgment?

- I believe we're making
progress in the case.

I'll give you a lot
more later on.

That's all for now, thank you.

Right, folks, gather around.

Come on.

Wieldy, I want a list
of all phone calls

made to Matthew Collingwood's
home last night.

And get me the works on a
Gary Wheeler, drugs dealer.

- What for, sir?

Anything from
the dead boy's family?

- Said they haven't seen
him since the morning.

Same from his friends.

- Did he have a girlfriend
about?

- I don't know, sir.

- Novello, ask that lad who
used to work it at the project.

See if he can find out anything.

I'm sure Fiz was lying
about Matthew,

and we'll need to know why.

Okay, the rest of you
will stay with the fire.

Alright, let's get on
with it; come on.

- He's gone.

- I know.

I'm sorry.

- They're mother died,
when they were youngsters.

People said Matthew
blamed me for it.

Anyhow, he despised
me most of his life.

I left him to it.

Now, well, too late
now, isn't it?

- Four people are dead,
Mr. Collingwood.

I think it's time for
the truth, don't you?

- The truth about what?

- That man with your sons.

- I don't know him.

- That's the first
ill-considered answer

I've had off you yet, councilor.

Were you and your sons
dealing in drugs?

- We haven't sunk that far yet.

My Paul is addicted, to heroin.

Among other things.

Has been for years.

I've tried everything to
get him off it; everything.

Well, in the end
you stop trying.

I made sure he had
a safe supply.

I persuaded Matthew to let
him do his deals there.

At least he wouldn't
kill himself that way.

- And he'd stop being
a risk to your business

or your political career.

- Where'd you get the photos?

- Simran Ghataura took them.

And it seems logical to me
that if Matthew found out

what Simran and her
father were up to,

then you and Paul found
that out, as well.

- No.

- You lied to me about
where Paul was

the night Simran was shot.

- He went to his supplier
after the meeting.

Joined us after.

We didn't know about the photos.

- Where was Paul last night?

- He was in some dive
getting pie-eyed

on amphetamines and beer.

I went and took him home.

Listen, believe me, Paul has
difficulty organizing himself,

a clean shirt, most days.

He never killed anyone,
Mr. Dalziel.

He hasn't got it in him.

- You're okay, now.

Hello, Dr. Shetra.

- Hello.

- Is that Sita Dev,
Fiz's girlfriend?

- Yes, it is.

I was just coming to
see you about her.

- Right.

- Hello?

Yeah, I can't hear,
can you speak,

Rosie?

Oh, no, I thought it was Rosie.

What?

But I thought her rash
had all cleared up?

Look.

Okay.

Okay!

I'll call her later to
talk to her myself.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

That's
very kind; thank you.

- Mr. Dalziel, have you
charged anyone for the arson?

In the light
of continued violence,

are you planning to announce
any special measures?

- Nothing to say at
the moment, lads.

I'll keep you all posted.

- Sir, DC Novello's in
the full interview room

with Dr. Shetra.

She asked if you could join.

Sounded real urgent, sir.

- This better be important,
doctor.

I've got a lot on.

- It is, sir.

- Does Peter know you're here?

- No.

- Yeah?

- Look, I've just explained
to DC Novello,

apart from my job
as a pathologist,

I'm a volunteer counselor
to a termination clinic.

- So?

- A lot of people in my
community and outside it

would strongly disagree
with what I do.

So you can understand
why I've made it a policy

not to talk to anyone about it.

- Abortion clinics can attract
a lot of negative attention.

- I have a client called Sita.

She was due for her operation
yesterday afternoon.

Her boyfriend,

was the dead boy, Fiz.

- Go on.

- He was supposed to be
coming with Sita yesterday

to take her home after the
op, but he didn't turn up.

Perhaps I should have said
something when Sita first

called me, but I thought he'd
probably just got cold feet.

Then, this morning, when
she heard he was dead,

she called me again.

- Why?

- She claims he told her he was

never at the canal that night.

That he was threatened,

intimidated into making
a false statement.

- Did she say who by?

- Any progress, sir?

- Aye.

Looks like it.

- Dr. Shetra come up with
anything useful, then?

- Aye, she did, yeah.

- That's good.

- Bye, sergeant.

- Sir.

- Can't stay away,
can you Peter?

- The trip's been
canceled, Andy.

Rosie's not coming.

- Is she alright?

- I think she's fine.

It's her mother who's
got the problem.

Anyway, I decided I may
as well come back to work.

Seeing as you haven't
told me to bog off yet,

I take it I'm allowed?

- Have you spoken to
Sally at all, today?

- No, why?

- You'd best come with me.

Alright, Wieldy.

- We've been through
the calls made

to Matthew's flat last night.

No record of anything
from Bobby Ghataura.

But there's one from a
phone box near the factory,

about half an hour
before it went up.

- And we're still waiting on
forensics from the fire, sir.

- Don't fret, lad.

I think we're getting
somewhere without it.

- How's that?

- I've been talking to our
pathologist, Dr. Shetra.

Turns out she's been doing
a bit of moonlighting

at an abortion clinic.

She referred our witness's
girlfriend

for a termination, recently.

- What's the connection
with the murder, sir?

- Well, the girlfriend
says that Fiz

was being coerced into
making that statement.

She's on her way to
the mortuary now,

to tell the doc the whole story.

So I'm just off to brief
Superintendent Devon.

Then I'm meeting
with the doctor.

With any luck, I'll be back
with the name of our murderer.

Or one of them, anyway.

You two might as well
knock off now,

and I'll see you back here at
eight o'clock sharp, tomorrow.

- Sir.

- Come on.

- Hello, Surgit.

- Evening, Dr. Shetra.

Police!

Drop down and look at me!

Get down, get down!

- Hello, Surgit, lad.

- Are you mad?

I mean, what do you
think you're doing?

- I'm trying to solve
a triple murder,

in case you hadn't noticed.

- Oh, I don't believe this.

- He set the witness up.

Perhaps he even killed him.

- Well, that's hearsay and
conjecture and you know it.

- If he's innocent,
what was he doing

sneaking around the mortuary?

- Has the possibility
even occurred to you

that he's been set up, here?

He's got an excellent record.

He's one of only three
Sikh officers we've got

on this whole division.

Look, he just happened to
want to murder three people.

- Maybe he's not a murderer,
but I think he's involved.

- Well how, why?

I mean, what's his motive?

- I think he might have been
working for Bobby Ghataura.

- In a conspiracy to kill his
daughter and her boyfriend?

Oh, get real, Andy.

This community aren't
gonna buy that.

And if word gets out that
we've got Surgit in custody,

there's gonna be
a war out there.

And I'm serious.

- I better get on with it then.

I'll need to look at his
file before I interview.

- Alright, well, I want
to sit in as well.

- You know the drill, Surgit.

You need to tell us why
you risked your career

to make that boy give
a false statement.

- I didn't, sir.

I know Sita.

I thought it might help
if I was there.

That's all.

- Why didn't you say that
in the incident room?

Or call me to let me know

you were going to be
at the mortuary?

- I was on my way home.

It was a spur of the
moment decision.

- I had a look at
your file, lad.

You never told me you had
naught family of your own.

Or that your mother was white.

Says here, your father
died when you were at Bern.

Your mother was a drunk.

And you were taken into care.

That must have been hard
for an asian boy.

Especially after what you
were saying about families.

- Yeah, well, that's
in the past.

- You stayed in care
until you were 16.

And then you went to work
in the Ghataura's factory,

is that right?

- Yeah, I worked at
the Ghataura's factory.

You told me that Bobby
Ghataura was kind to you.

That he encouraged you.

Acted like a father towards
you, perhaps.

- He was good to me, yeah.

And you stayed loyal to him,

even after you joined
the police.

- We stayed in contact.

There's nothing wrong with that.

- So, has he got
something to do with this?

Did he tell you to make up
that story about Matthew,

and get the boy to deliver it?

- Why would he do that, sir?

- He was losing his fight
with Tommy Collingwood.

He's already admitted he
had Simran spying on Paul.

Matthew told me that Bobby
phoned him last night.

- It could have been
anyone who phoned.

- Perhaps Bobby felt he had
to do Collingwood more damage.

By setting up his son.

- And burning down
his own factory?

He's not an idiot, sir.

Ask him, if you like.

Look, sir, I've done nothing.

Sita's lying.

Perhaps she was told
to say what she said.

I don't know, but she's lying.

Can I go home now?

- How'd it go, mum?

- It didn't.

- Get Surgit's keys.

I wanna do a search of his flat.

- I think you should drop this
now and let Surgit go home.

- And I think he's lying to us.

- You don't know what
you're risking.

- And I wanna talk to
Bobby Ghataura again.

- Ravi's already threatened
you with a formal complaint.

- I'm trying to do
my job, Julie.

Can you let me get on with it?

- I'm calling the divisional
commander.

- That's your prerogative.

- I'll have you taken
off the case.

- Come on, Peter.

Andy!

- I'll keep you informed.

Literally spic and span.

- No family photos or anything.

- Is it locked?

- Yeah.

- Wieldy, get a knife
or something.

- It's just a camera.

- Give us that envelope.

Same as the ones Bobby had.

I thought Mr. Ghataura
said Simran had taken these.

- That's what he said.

This is locked as well;
give us that knife.

- He must have been
obsessed with her.

- Aye.

Funny, he never said anything.

I'm showing the suspect
exhibit 83.

Some photographs of
Simran Ghataura.

You don't deny they're
yours, lad, do you?

They came out of your cupboard.

Lovely girl, wasn't she?

Photogenic.

It's quite a collection, here.

Come on, lad.

There's no protection
in silence.

You know that as well as I do.

I understand how you
must have felt.

Loving her all that time.

Building up all those hopes.

- They're private.

My business.

- Not if you killed
her, it isn't.

- Don't touch them!

They're my business!

- How did you find out Simran
and Matthew were lovers?

Did you follow her?

Did you see them together when
you were spying for Bobby?

- He promised me.

- Who?

- In return for his dirty work.

- Bobby Ghataura?

What did he promise you?

- He just used me.

He just used me!

- Did you kill them, Surgit?

Simran and Matthew?

And Fiz?

Did you set fire to the factory?

- I wanted them all to
know what it was like

to have everything
good taken away.

- Commander, is it true
you've arrested a suspect

for the Brierstown Murders?

Can you confirm who
the suspect is?

I've no comment
to make at this time.

Hey, bloody Sikh!

- Where's the superintendent?

- In the ambulance,
sir; she's injured.

- I'm alright, don't panic.

- What happened.

- I was driving back to
the NIT, from division,

and I just stopped
to help someone.

Got caught up in it.

- Sorry.

- Me too.

- Mr. Ghataura?

Thank you.

- You're back.

- There have been developments.

I've got Surgit Singh in
custody for the murders.

- Surgit?

- It was Surgit who took the
photos for you, wasn't it?

He was your spy, not Simran.

- I was only trying
to protect him.

- You deceived him.

Didn't you, Mr. Ghataura?

You lied to him.

You made him a promise you
never intended to keep,

offering the one thing he
only ever really wanted.

And when he found
he'd never get it,

he decided to take his
revenge on everybody.

- Oh, my lord.

Surgit was obsessed with Simran.

Others couldn't see
it, but I knew.

Right from the beginning,
it was blind love.

He didn't even understand
who Simran really was.

He idolized her.

I didn't see any
harm in it, then.

A couple of months back,
when my campaign was failing,

he came to see me.

He asked if he could
be considered

a formal suitor to Simran.

- So you let him believe
that you intended

to arrange a marriage
between him and Simran.

On the condition that he got you

what you wanted on
the Collingwoods.

I need you to come down the
station with me, Mr. Ghataura.

- I have made a terrible mistake

I cost you your son's life.

And me, my daughter's.

- And what was it for, eh?

For nothing I want, anymore.

- Hi, everything go okay?

- There's a full-scale riot
going off in Brierstown.

- Oh, no.

- Internal investigations
people are dealing

with Surgit now, anyway.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- So, what are we gonna do?

- About what?

- You could have trusted me.

You must have known I'd support

what you were doing
at the clinic.

- I couldn't take the risk.

- Even with me?

- It wasn't just for my sake.

I have to keep the trust
of all those young girls.

- I keep hearing you talk
about honesty and trust--

- Anyway, this isn't
about my trust in you.

- No?

- No.

Unless that's what you
want to make it.

- I don't know what you mean.

- Don't you?

You're going back to
Weatherton, aren't you?

- I think it's best for now.

- Best for who?

- I need to sort things
out with Andy and Rosie.

A lot's happened.

I need to think.

I'll get my stuff packed up.

- If you want to go
home, that's fine.

But when you're reviewing
the situation, Peter,

please don't pretend to yourself

that it was me who walked
out on us, okay?

Andy!

Are you off?

- Aye.

The rest of the birds
have flown the nest.

- Riot's under control.

Well, for now, anyway.

- You were right.

- So were you.

- What about?

I've been busy making
friends with our killer

for the last three days.

- Well, you got a result.

Even if top brass don't like it.

And I know I didn't help.

- Oh, everyone has
their off days.

- You know, Andy,
you don't look it,

but you're quite a generous man.

- Hidden virtues, my
mother used to say.

So, ah, now we've buried
the hatchet.

- Any chance of us
taking you out

to the country one
of these nights?

I know a decent pub or two.

We could have a meal.

Cheer each other up.

- 24 hours ago, you'd have
been happy to see me dead.

- Is that a yes, then?