All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S06E03.Secrets.of.the.Dead.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

Come on.

- Where do you think
you're going?

- I was just gonna wrap
Rosie's things upstairs.

- Let's have a look.

- Okay.

- I take it she's not
into sport, then.

Unless that's the latest,
the way strip of M United.

- If you're gonna be like that--

- I'm always like that.

What's the matter with you?

What'd you get for me?

- Well, I thought.

- Got any ribbon?

Wait a minute.

Put your finger in there.

All right.

Scissors.

See?

Look at that.

Bit of artistry, smashing.

- David?

David?

Leave a message
for David Branaugh.

I'll call you back
as soon as I can.

- David, it's Jillian.

I know you're not at the office.

Give me a call, tell
me where you are

and when you're coming home.

I might pop out.

- So you'd be nice.

I won't charge you
for the ribbon.

Give your mum a big
fat kiss from me.

And a ruddy good whelp
round the ear.

Starting out
as little more than

a tropical disturbance
off the coast of Africa,

now it continues to head west,

straight towards the
Florida coast,

although it's still
uncertain exactly

when and where the hurricane
is most likely to hit.

Local weather experts predict
this could be the largest

hurricane to make a US landfall
since Hurricane Camille.

That was in 1969.

- All set then.
- Yep.

As much as I'll ever be.

- Barry expecting
you to meet him?

Lovely.

- Even if he is a
half decent bloke,

we can't pretend I'm
gonna like him,

but if he's gonna play
a part in Rosie's life,

what can I do?

- Break his nose and
fatten his lip?

- I wish.

- Easy to say, I know.

But you'll get to see Rosie,

so you make sure you enjoy
every minute of it, okay?

- Yeah.

- Well early day tomorrow.

Perhaps you won't
get through first.

- Yeah, night.
- Night.

- Because God has chosen to
call our sister Francesca

from this life to himself, we
commit her body to the earth.

We are dust and unto
dust we shall return.

So let us commend our
sister to the Lord,

that the Lord may embrace
her in peace,

and raise up her body
on the last day.

Now let us pray as Christ
the Lord has taught us.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed by thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done.

Not into temptation, but
deliver us from evil.

Amen.

- Well, I'm very sorry
about Mother.

- Thanks, Wieldy.

- Did you have a spot
of fun, did you?

Your time is doing,
someone should luck it out.

- If you don't mind, I
think I'd better get back.

- Just wanted to offer our
most sincere condolences.

I can't tell you how much
she'll be missed, friend.

She was much loved by
all her patients.

- Thanks, Robert.

Any and every doctor
said, what don't you.

Fran worked in the
surgery for years.

- Yeah, as we've met.

- Well, you've probably
met my wife, Valerie.

Valerie, this is detective
superintendent Dalziel.

- Superintendent.

- You come back to the house.

- I'm afraid we can't,
Ted, thank you.

We'll see you later, take care.

- Are you coming back
to the house?

- Yeah.

Sorry, don't mean to be rude.

I've got plane to
catch later on.

Gonna see Rosie.

- And you're flying?

That's a bit grand.

- No, no, she's not
in London anymore.

She's gone to America
with Ellie.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, she was up for
a lecturing post

in some university in Florida.

- Is it a permanent move?

- Oh, I hope not, no.

Just for a year.

- And Rosie's with
her all the time?

Must be hard.

- Mummy, I'm cold.

- Sorry, sweetheart.

- Yeah, of course, see you.

- Sir.

- Wieldy.

- For Rosie, you could
wish her a happy birthday.

- That's very kind of you.

- It's a book, about Bali.

You said she was interested.

- Thanks Wieldy.

- You have a soft touch, Wieldy.

Your secret's safe with me.

- Does Peter know about
the Hurricane?

- What hurricane?

- Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

You okay?
- Yeah.

I just want to get
through today.

And the next few hundred.

She kept saying she was sorry.

She had nothing to
be sorry about.

- Dad, you can't put
that out your mind.

She was on pain killers.

You know how they
can affect people.

She didn't know what she
was saying half the time.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

- Dad.

- Thanks, son.

- She was a big special
occasions.

- She certainly was.

You were a very lucky man.

All good things.

Ted, look straight, Hopper.

If there's anything you
need, anything you want,

even if it's someone
to get hammered with,

just let us know.

- Thanks, Andy, I
appreciate that.

You know I'm not much
of a drinker.

I think the sooner
I get back to work.

Hey, is it right Peter's
going to the states

for a couple of weeks?

- Yeah.

- You'll be short of a DI, then.

- He does bugger all anyway.

- Anybody gonna get
made up while he's away?

- I wonder who you're
thinking of.

- Well, I don't want Mark
to be a DA all of his life,

not like me, Andy.

Look good on his CV.

- The entry fee's at least
two bottles of single malt.

- Won't you think in
more regard a case?

- For that, he can have my job.

- Peter, Ted.

- What?

- Can I have a word, sir?

- Yeah, go on.

- Outside.

- Oh, excuse me, sir.

- What's going on?

- Ah, nothing much, just
someone's been found dead.

Not exactly natural causes,
but you get on your way.

Enjoy your holiday.

- Who, what happened?

- Just leave it to
us, don't worry.

We'll have it solved by the time

you're 33,000 feet
up in the air.

That'll clear the
hurricane, won't it, Wieldy?

- No problem.

- What hurricane?

- A thumping great big beggar,

building up steam
over the Bahamas.

And, like you, Florida bound.

- You're joking.

- Hey, this is the best
bit, tell him, Wieldy.

Tell him the name.

- Hurricane Andy.

- Mr. Brewer was found
by his secretary

when she came into
work this morning.

He was tied to a chair,
office ransacked.

Iver's talking to her now.

- There's a Mrs. Brewer.

- Sir.

- Where was she?

- At home.

- Didn't notice hubby was
missing until this morning?

Not newly weds, then.

- Morning, sir, no sign
of forced entry.

- Dr. Silver.

- Lieutenant.

- What can you tell us?

- Well, not a lot.

I'm afraid I'd rather
leave it to the PM.

- I'll take it you
knew the deceased.

- Oh yes.
- Excuse me.

- He was family in a way.

Poor Jillian, oh,
that's his wife.

She's my sister-in-law.

I take it she knows.

- Yes, she was here earlier.

- Will you excuse me, I think
I'd better go an see her.

- I'd rather you
didn't actually.

Not until I've spoken
to her first.

- Oh.

- No offense, doc, it's
just the way it is.

- In here, sir.

- Well, someone didn't
like his taste in shirts.

- I've met Mr. Brewer,
couple of times when he

came into the nip.

- Can't say I've
had the pleasure.

Was it a pleasure?

- No, it wasn't, to
tell the truth.

- Iver.

- Jane Lesters is the secretary,

said she passed the
office yesterday evening

with her dog but there
were no lights on.

- What time?

- 8:30

She did see the victim's
wife, though,

in her own car, slowed
down outside the office

and then kept going.

- Oh, Jilly, I'm so sorry.

Do they know what happened?

- No, I don't know.

No one's told me anything.

They wouldn't even
let me see him.

- What?

- They brought me home,

suggested I call someone,
offered to stay.

I wish I said yes
now, then at least

I'd know what was going on.

- Do you want me to find out?

- I just wanted to see him.

I feel so dreadful.

You see I got home
early last night,

and I went out.

- Tom.

- I know, I know.

- What you're going to say?

This hasn't got anything
to do with him, has it?

- What?

No.

No.

- This looks like the police.

You're going to have to
tell them everything.

- Vile, I can't.

- But they're going to find out.

Listen Jill, you're gonna
have to tell them about Tom.

- Look, can you tell
me what's happened?

Nobody's told me
what's happened.

- He was found tied to a chair.

We don't yet know the
cause of death.

The office was ransacked.

Beyond that, there's
very little we do know.

Was your husband working late?

- I drove home past the office.

There weren't any lights on.

- What time was that?

- Oh, I don't know.

8:15, 8:30.

- And when he didn't come home?

- I thought he probably
gone fishing.

- All night?
- Yes.

- And weren't you worried
when he didn't phone?

You called him on his mobile.

- Oh, yes, yes, I did.

- Where were you?

- Here.

- Would you say you
and your husband

were close, Mrs. Brewer?

- Yes.

- No secrets?

- No.

- Okay, thank you.

Hey, what do you make
of the friend of Mrs. B?

- Not that upset.

- No.

- Is it okay if I see her now?

- Yeah, yes it is, doctor.

- Thanks.

- Oh, it's you.

- How is she?

- Not good.

She's upstairs getting
some things.

I've told her to stay
the night with us.

- Mark, what's the matter?

- It's my mum's solicitor.

- David Brewer?

- He's dead.

They think he's been murdered.

- Sir, I've been thinking.

- Unusual but interested,
go on, amaze me.

- I've run a check,
murders with a similar MO,

tied with their own clothing,

office ransacked, the
computers confirm

we had one in our patch
only five years ago.

Paul Sutton.

- Private detective.

- Sutton's file, plenty of
enemies, I seem to remember.

- The unfaithful tend not
to like getting caught.

- He also spied on
families for the council,

videoing dull cheats, vandals,

those fiddling housing benefit.

- I suppose it might
be connected.

Maybe Brewer had something.

You didn't actually
work on the Sodden case,

did you Wieldy?

- No.

- Got someone here
who did, though.

Matlock.

He's back on the job
tomorrow, isn't he?

- Well if there's nothing else,

I'll get down the mortuary.

- There's not a lot I
can tell you, really.

I'd say he died in the
early hours of the morning

following a chroma, but
he could have been

in the chair for several
hours before that.

It's quite a bit of
bruising around the face,

the back of the head,

various parts of the body,

bruising three knuckles
of the right hand,

all indicative of a
fight or struggle.

- Fingernails?

- Taken a sample from
under his nails.

Nothing very promising, sorry.

- Cause of death?

- He had a number of
severe blows to the head

with or against a heavy object.

But I must say, I'd be
surprised if they'd

caused his death.

- No, we haven't got
very much at all, Mark.

We need to take a hard
look at Mrs. Brewer.

Something doesn't add up there,

but we don't know
what it is yet,

oh and I'm having another
look at the Paul Sutton

case from five years back.

Similar MO.

- Is it?

In what way?

Right.

Yeah, okay, if you hearse
anything else.

Thanks.

No, just curious,
that's all, yeah.

- Wieldy back from the dead yet?

- Haven't seen him, sir.

We've finished searching
Brewer's office,

didn't find anything interesting

but there was this
letter addressed to you.

- To me?

- We found it like that, sir.

Already opened.

- Have you read it?

- No, sir.

- Ms. Lester's compiling
the list of all the

people Brewer had been in
contact with over the last
month.

- Oh, Fran.

- Sir?

Wieldy.

- PM report.

- Right.

- He can't be sure what
time the attack took place,

could be anytime between
5:30 and midnight.

- We've got an opening.

Just leave it with me, okay?

Dear Andy, I'm
sorry to take the coward's

way out and not tell you myself,

but I think you'll understand.

All these years to
my terrible shame,

I've kept from you something
you had a right to know.

I hope from the pictures
that you've already guessed,

that Mark is your son.

I think if we're honest,
we both know

it wouldn't have worked.

You didn't want to marry
me but Ted did.

The reason I'm telling
you now is partly

because you have a right to know

and partly, as you'll see,
because of the other letter.

Ted doesn't know the truth.

As a result my shame
was used against me,

and I did something
that I regret immensely.

What people choose to
call me now, you included,

can't hurt me but it can
destroy those I love.

I know I've robbed
you of the chance

to know your son but I also
know you're wise and kind,

and you'll use this information
to decide what's best.

Yours ever.

- Love Fran.

- See you in the morning.

- Wieldy.

Do you you ever think
about family?

Wonder if things had
been different.

I mean I was thinking
about kids, really.

- Do I ever want kids?

- Yeah.

Sorry I have no right to ask.

It's not my business anyway.

- I think for me it's never
really been an option.

Practicalities and...

So you put it out
your mind, mostly.

But when I look round,

I sometimes think
people with kids,

don't always know
what they've got.

Seems like they just
take it for granted.

- You'd never take anything
for granted,

would you, Wieldy?

- See you tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Wieldy, you hungry?

Oh.

- Have you heard from Peter?

Has he arrived safely?

In Florida, many
visitors and friends--

It doesn't look good.

- For Heaven's sake, Wieldy.

It's a wind.

You know what a fuss
these Americans make,

stick 'em on Saddlewith
Moor in a January gale,

that'll give 'em something
to think about.

- Hello, yeah.

- Have you heard anything?

Is Mark there, can
I speak to him?

- Oh, no, I'm sorry Jillian.

We don't know anything.

Mark wasn't at work today.

- Oh, of course.

I'm so sorry, no, no I
shouldn't have called.

No, thank you, that's very kind.

I'm staying with my sister.

I'll be okay.

God.

- I take it there's no news.

- No, nobody knows anything.

- I'll get you a drink.

Oh, I'll get it.

Tom?

- Is Jilly here?

- She is resting.
- I need to speak to her.

Sorry, Tom, she
must not be disturbed.

- Tom, what are you doing?

- I just want to talk
to you, Jilly.

I couldn't get through
on the phone.

- Come on through, Tom.

I'm going to the conservatory.

- Oh, stop it.

- This is getting serious, Val.

We're all getting
dragged into this.

If we're not careful,
we're gonna get done

for some kind of conspiracy.

All I'm saying is I think
the police should be told.

- Don't you dare say
anything to the police.

- All right.

Just answer me one question,

how can she be so sure that Tom

didn't murder her husband?

- Because they were
together last night.

- Exactly, and how do you
think that's going to look?

Who's to say they're
not both involved.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- While you do what you have to,

but I'm telling you it's my job,

it's my reputation
is at stake here.

If the police ask me,
I'm not going to lie.

- Hi Wieldy, how's it going?

- Fine.

- Anything new on
the Brewer case?

- No, I don't think so.

- DS Lock.

It's Mr. Dalziel for you.

- Sir?

Okay, I'm on my way.

- Wieldy, come in, come in.

Close the door.

I won't beat about the bush.

We'll need a DI while
Peter's away,

and I decided on this
occasion to give Mark a shot.

There's no question
that you'll be more

than capable, Wieldy,
not the slightest doubt,

but I think, I think
it would do Mark

a lot of good right now and take

his mind off things.

It's only for a couple
of weeks, after all.

Hardly worth it.

- Is that all, sir?

- Yeah, yes it is.

Oh, would you ask
Mark to come in?

- Sir.

- Well done.

- Eh?

- Boss wants to see you.

- Right, listen the Brewer case.

Now DS Wield and I met
his widow yesterday.

We'll keep her in the fray.

There's a lot of elbow
grease needed

to sift through the Brewer
case documents.

Man in his profession
rubs people the wrong way,

not to mention police officers.

There's another angle that
Wieldy's come up with.

Brewer was found tied and
gagged with his own clothes.

It's vaguely similar
to that of Paul Sutton,

who was found dead here in
Weatherston five years ago.

Now there's no reason to
connect them at the moment.

- Hello?

- We'll give it a shot.

DS Lock, now acting DI Lock.

All right, all right,
take it easy.

He worked on the Sutton case.

And that might come in handy.

Paul Sutton, by the way,
was a private detective.

Wield's going to be looking
through the client list

of both Sutton and Brewer.

He's going to need a lot of help

Okay everyone, on your way.

Wieldy, come here.

Lighten up.

- Sir.

- Myra.

- That was the front office.

They just took an anonymous
call about the Brewer case.

The call claimed that Mrs.
Brewer's having an affair.

- What a surprise,
any idea who with?

- Tom Piper.

He's the local butcher.

- No clue as to who
the caller was?

- No, sir, only that
it was a man.

- Right.

Let's check it out.

Iver, you didn't find
anything else

addressed to me in
Brewer's office, did you?

- No sir, should I have?

- Mrs. Lock hinted to
me that through her note

she'd sent another letter.

Well, keep an eye out then.

We'll check on this Tom Pipe.

- Yes.

- Didn't realize you had
a letter from my mum.

Can I ask what it said?

- It's just stuff
about your dad.

- Dad?

- Yeah well, she was
worried about, you know,

and that sort of thing.

She wants me to keep an eye out.

- And you're saying
there's another letter,

which is missing?

- We don't know that
it's missing.

We don't know if
she even sent it.

- You have no idea why?

What's it about?

- Not a clue, son.

You haven't any ideas, have you?

- She was your prisoner.

It's your mess, you clean it up.

They get younger.

Hey, Andy, is it true?

You've made him up.

- News travels fast, eh?

- That's great.

First one in the family to
make it past this juncture.

- How you ever got that far?

- Nice kid, he won't
let you down.

- You know this Tom Pipe, then?

- Yeah, of course.

Took the shop over from his dad

about five years ago.

Tom was at the funeral
with his wife,

had a rocky time, lost
a child a few years ago.

- What do you make
of this tipper?

Is it likely?

- I haven't thought, so.

- You haven't heard
anything, then?

- Don't listen to gossip,
waste of time.

- Morning, Tom, this is
detective superintendent
Dalziel.

Wonder if he might have a word?

- Of course, Sarah.

- I'll get straight to
the point Mr. Pipe.

Are you having an affair
with Jillian Brewer?

- It's none of your business.

- Well, it might be if it means

you've got a motive to
murder her husband.

Where were you on
Thursday night?

- With me wife at home.

Look this isn't on.

All evening?

- No, she was at choir
practice and I--

- Yeah?

- I had an order to discuss.

- With Mrs. Brewer?

I bet.

- She happens to be one
of our best customers.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah but I'm not
from the chamber trade, am I?

What time were you
with Mrs. Brewer?

- From about 8:30 to about 10.

- Obviously her meat
supply is so important

it couldn't wait until morning.

- Look, if you wanna
discuss this,

can we ask it somewhere else?

- Just what I was gonna suggest.

Why don't we do it at the nick?

- Morning.

- Morning.

That was a bit cold
and frosty one.

- I met Tom at Stem B Vail.

It's a meeting place
we've used before.

- How long were you together?

- Hour and a half, two hours.

- Any one see you?

The circumstances I'm afraid
that's not much of an alibi.

For all we know you could
have kept watch

while lover boy trussed up hubby

like a raw shoulder.

I think there's a lot to
talk about, Mrs. Brewer.

I may need you to
make a statement,

so if you'd like to get
yourself together.

- Mrs. Brewer.

I don't suppose you've
ever heard of a man

called Paul Sutton?

- No, no I don't think so.

Who is he?

- Who was he, you
mean, never mind.

It's a long shot.

Go get your coat.

- I knew Paul Sutton.

What's he got to
do with anything?

- How did you know him?

- I employed him not
long before he died.

Why'd you ask about him?

- Now why would a nice
lady like you need

to employ a sleazebag
like Sutton.

- I'm sure you can guess.

- Oh, hubby getting too
close to his patients?

- To his nurse.

- Fran Lock?

You're not serious.

- Oh, yes.

For a while they seemed
very close.

She even turned up in the
doorstep in tears once.

- I don't think you're
thinking straight, Valerie.

- I'm sorry Mark but
remember I used

to be my husband's nurse.

- I'm not listening
to any more of this.

See you outside.

Sorry, just hit a raw nerve.

You know my parents.

For someone to start
talking like that now.

- Yeah, yeah, come on.

- No sign of that ruddy
letter, Iver?

- No, sir.

- Any luck with the tip off sir?

- No chance.

Anyway, I'm not sure the
butcher's got the balls for it.

Anything with Sutton?

- No, very little of his
work was in Standard.

- What about Mrs. Sillwood?

- Mrs. Sillwood?

- Yeah, she used Sutton.

Had some mad notion
the good doctor

was doing a little private
practice with Fran Lock.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

- No, no, Mrs. Sillwood?

She's not listed as one
of Sutton's clients.

- Knock in my office?

- Yeah, he's waiting for you.

- Wieldy, we better have
a word with the doctor.

Just give me five minutes, okay?

What happens now?

- I'm gonna have to take
you off the case.

I'm sorry.

It's no reflection on you Mark,

or what they think of your mum,

but her name's come up
and we're gonna have

to play it by the
book from now on.

- You don't really see there's
any truth in it, do you?

- I promise you,
I wanna give you

another chance as soon
as it's over, okay?

- Yeah, sure, thanks.

- Hey, Andy, is it true,
you've bumped him down already?

- No choice, Ted.

- Why?

- Fran's name came up
in the investigation.

- Fran?

What do you mean?

- Well, it's obviously
complete rubbish,

but I'm afraid it's been
alleged that Fran

had an affair with someone
who may be linked to the case.

- An affair, what you're joking?

- Look, there's no one
keener than I am

to prove that's cobblers
but until I do.

These are purely routine
questions, doctor.

- Of course, if I could
be of any help.

- Did you ever meet
or come into contact

with a private detective
by the name of Paul Sutton?

- No.

- He was found dead
five years ago

in very similar circumstances
to David Brewer.

Were you or your wife
ever interviewed

in connection with this guy?

- No.

- We have a witness says that

they employed Paul Sutton
to follow you.

- To follow me?
- Yes.

- What for?

- You weren't aware you
were being observed?

- No, as I've just said.

Best of my knowledge,
I never met him.

What is this all about?

Why was I under surveillance?

- Perhaps you should
ask your wife.

Your second wife,
Valerie, she was a nurse?

Yes.

- She worked for you?
- Yes.

- Before or after
you were married?

- Before.

- While you were still
married to your first wife.

- I think what you're
building to, superintendent,

is do I have a habit of
sleeping with my nurses?

No, I don't.

- So you never had any
form of sexual relationship

with Fran Lock?

- No, certainly not.

- Not even a presidential one?

- Look, if I may say,

I don't think entirely
my reputation

you should be looking into.

- Now.

- But this is slightly awkward

but in the spirit
of cooperation,

Fran always seemed the
picture of virtue,

but I happen to know,
in fact, she told me,

there was the question about
the paternity of her son.

- Really?

- Mustn't forget,
superintendent,

I did treat Mark as a child.

These things come
out, don't they?

When a child is seriously ill,

you have to look into
genetic patterns

and medical family history,
the mother, the father.

Fran pretty well indicated to me

there was no point
in looking at Ted.

- Fran wouldn't touch that
creep with rubber gloves

and a barge pole.

Who the hell's he trying to kid?

- Why would he make up
malicious stories about?

- Why not?

Everyone else does.

- But why?

What's the reason?

Perhaps there is something
behind it.

- Don't you start now.

- The police have
just been here.

Yes, Dalziel and that other one,

death warmed up.

We need to talk

No, no, you don't.

You're in this up to your neck.

I said we need to talk.

- Nora, I've been thinking,

well wondering if I should
look for something else.

I mean, not the police.

- Why, Mark, I thought
you liked your job?

- I do.

I did.

But it's like we were
saying yesterday,

it just feels like
time for a change.

- I don't understand.

Not just 'cause they
bumped you down, is it?

- No, that's really
nothing, it's not.

- Then what?

- Ready?

- You need your gloves.

- I don't know where they are.

- Well, find 'em then.

- Oh.
- Go on.

- Not what I want always.

If I do quit, find
something else.

Would you mind?

- I just think we
could afford it.

It's a lot at stake.

Pension and--
- It's a lot.

I know.

- Look, I know it's a
difficult time at the moment,

with your mom and
everything but it'll pass.

It really will.

- It's not just that.

- Then what is it then, love?

Something wrong, something else?

You're not in any
trouble are you?

Is it something to do with the
David Brewer investigation?

- It kind of is, but
it's very complicated.

- Right, hold those.
- Come on, Granddad.

Come on.
- All right, we're going.

- We'll be late.
- yeah, I'll catch up.

- Come on, come on.
- See you later.

- All right, they won't
start without you.

- You're not seriously
thinking about going, are you?

- Of course, why not?

I thought we might all go.

- Well I'm not going.

- All right, I think I better
put in an appearance anyway.

- Sorry.

- After everything that's
happened and how she's feeling.

You want to drag her out in
front of the entire village.

- Well, I didn't tell you,

had the police around today,

making ridiculous insinuations.

- What?

- Seems you've been
hiring private detectives.

Should have kept your
paranoid fantasies about me

and Fran Lock to yourself, love.

- Well perhaps if you'd
be more honest

with me in the first place.

- Oh, here, we go again.
- No, listen.

- You listen.

It's one thing you accusing
me in private,

but why the hell must you go

bleating on that fat slob?

You've got not pride
at all, have you?

You go banging on about we
have to cover for Jillian,

but you don't mind washing
your own dirty linen in public?

Well, I'm not gonna let
you embarrass me.

I'm going out.

- Come on, Molly, hold
that light up, that's it.

- What's going on?

What do they know?

Am I a suspect or what?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean,
you don't know?

- I'm not even on
the case anymore.

- Well, you can still find out.

You kept me out of the fray

once before over Sutton
and you can do it again.

Whatever you have to do.

- No, not this time.

You can threaten
me all you like,

it won't do any good.

- Oh, and what about your mum?

- What about her?

- You think because she's
dead it can all be forgotten?

Before you make any more
stupid decisions,

I think you should read this.

- This is the letter that
my mum sent to Andy Dalziel.

You took it from David
Brewer's office, didn't you?

- Never mind about that.

If this letter falls
into the wrong hands,

it puts your mum right back
in the middle of things.

- And you.

It's you that's got
most to lose.

My mother was never a
killer neither am I.

- Sutton had to die to
protect your mother.

He had evidence to incriminate
both of us.

- You killed Sutton
to protect yourself,

and you killed Brewer
to get the letter.

- You can't prove that?

- David Brewer had heart
attack, did he?

Tied to his chair.

What did you give him?

- Why don't you ask your dad?

Bit of an expert himself, now?

- Dad?

- Oh yes.

See, your mother was in
terrible pain before she died,

but equally she could
have gone on living

quite a lot longer.

- You can't prove anything.

And once people know
what you've done

how are they gonna believe
a word you say.

I think I will protect Dad.

- You can't protect yourself.

- I'll just have live with that.

If my mum wanted the
truth to come out,

then it's time we all faced it.

No matter how hard
it's gonna be.

- Wieldy, have you
seen Mark anywhere?

- No, I haven't seen him.

Do you want me to
go look for him?

- We gotta soon,
get Molly to bed.

- Has he got his phone?

- What's that?

- A phone.

- Hello, who's there?

- No.

- It's Mark,

Mark, Mark, Mark.

Are you a doctor, Robert?

- Hey.

Andy, that you?

What a nightmare.

You won't believe the
journey I just had.

Andy?

Andy?

- Morning, sir.

- All, Will, follow me.

- When did you find out?

- The day you left.

- Who knows?

- You.

- Did Mark?

Andy.

Well, the way I see
it, you can either

sit here and drink
your brains out,

or you can nail the
bastard who's done this.

That your answer, then?

- Morning, sir.

- Wieldy.

- Peter, I didn't know
you were back.

- Don't ask, Wieldy, don't ask.

- Where's the boss?

- At home.

- Home.

- What have we got?

- Mark was hit with something
repeatedly.

It was probably metal
or a bar, a tube.

No witnesses, but it looks as if

it's tied in with David Brewer,

and another case before
that, Sutton.

- I've just been through
both files.

- It's time for the briefing.

Are you?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take it.

- You're late.

As I was saying, hard
as it may sound,

if anybody lets their emotions
get the better of them,

and they decide to cut corners,

bend the rules in order to nail

whoever it was killed Mar,

I will personally,
personally tear them apart,

because once we've
got this killer,

and we will get him,

I don't want him walking
from court

because one of us lost
our cool and blew it.

Now go.

Peter, I need you to
help me talk to Laura.

- I'm so sorry, love.

Peter, get her a drink
or something.

- No, no honestly I'm fine.

- How's Molly?

- She didn't understand.

I don't understand it.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- We have to ask you
some questions.

Did Mark ever mention the
name Paul Sutton to you?

- No.

- Were you aware there's a rumor

about Dr. Silver and Mark's mum?

- Oh, yeah but they
weren't having an affair.

- How'd you know that?

- Mark said it wasn't true.

- He said that.
- Yeah.

And you believed him?

- Of course.

- Was there anything
else troubling him?

What was it, Laura?

- I asked him if there was
something wrong and there was.

I think it was somebody
to do with

that David Brewer's murder.

He said...

- What did he say?

- He said he'd tell
me later, but...

- Laura, did Mark ever say
anything about Dr. Sillwood?

He was a GP, wasn't he?

- No, no he wasn't, no.

Mark never really liked him.

- Why was that?

- Mark always thought
Sillwood was a quack.

Didn't want Molly
anywhere near him.

- Sillwood, what
are you thinking?

- There's a nasty
smell about him.

It's getting nastier
by the minute.

I'm gonna pull him in.

- What for, murder?

- Fran saw him when he was
something Jimmy wanted.

Seems there was something
going on

between her and Sillwood,

but we can't find a confession,

and her solicitor's dead.

I think whatever it was,
Sillwood's trying

to stop it getting out.

- What about Sutton?

- Well, he was hired
to watch Sillwood,

but for some reason when
Sutton was murdered,

Sillwood and his wife didn't
figure in the investigation.

Might be coincidence,

and I might just be
a 32 inch waist.

- And Mark?

- Well, you heard
what Laura said.

He didn't trust him.

I think Mark knew something,

something he found out when
he worked on the Sutton case.

- Andy, we don't have
any evidence.

We don't even have a motive.

- I'm going to find out
what Sillwood's hiding,

even if I have to
arrest him first.

Where were you when you heard
the news of Mark's attack?

- Oh, I was talking to someone.

I can't remember who it was.

I think it was Tom Piper.

- Think?
- It was yes.

- And before that?

- Well, I've no idea,
there was such a crowd.

I can't tell exactly
who I saw and spoke to

and at what time.

- In other words you
don't have an alibi.

- I wasn't aware that
I needed one.

- While you're trying
to invent one,

you won't mind if we take a
quick look around, will you?

- I most certainly do.

- Tough.

- Sir.

- What on earth is
going on, Robert?

Superintendent?

- I'm afraid your husband's
under arrest, Mrs. Sillwood.

- Robert.
- This way, Mrs. Sillwood.

- Andy, there's a
safe through here.

- There's a machine
over there, sir.

- Put it in.

A hidden camera.

- Turn the sound up, Wieldy.

- These things happen, all
the time, you know they do.

It's no good,
it's no good.

- Just calm down, come on.

Now, there's nothing
to worry out.

Cory will ask a few questions,

all we have to do
is answer them.

Say what?

Tell the truth.

- The truth.

- Yeah, the truth was it
was a very severe attack.

There's nothing to
suggest otherwise, Fran.

- She was given the
wrong medication.

- It was a genuine mistake.

But I queried
it with you.

- Then you went ahead
and you did it,

you gave it to her, why?

This is not solving anything.

- The parents have
a right to know.

- Yes.

Fran,

this moral conscience of yours,

does it include your own family?

- What do you mean?

- There are some truths you'd
rather people didn't know.

Are there?

Are there?

- I'd like to speak
to my solicitor.

- I bet.

- So somebody in Stanby
lost a child in July '96.

- I think I know we should
be talking to.

- Hello, Mr. Piper.

- Not yet.

We had a few things to sort out.

- What happened the
day your daughter died?

- She had a really bad attack.

Nothing worked, her
inhaler, nothing.

She just couldn't breathe.

We called Dr. Sillwood
and Fran was there, too.

They did what they could but
she just got worse and worse.

By the time, the
ambulance came...

- Did Dr. Sillwood
prescribe any medication?

- Yeah he did.

Fran gave her something but
it just didn't seem to help.

- So is this something
to do with Dr. Sillwood?

- We're not sure.

We've a right to know.

- We can't prove anything.

Not yet.

- Oh, God.

- I'm looking forward to this.

- Andy, don't you think
we're jumping the gun here?

- Jumping the gun,
that bag of pus was

responsible for the death
of a three year old girl.

He made Fran's life a misery.

I think he murdered my son,

so just how am I
jumping the gun?

- There's still no evidence,

even the tape proves nothing.

- I'll crack it, smarmy git.

- Thought you said we had
to play it by the book.

- I am playing it by the book.

What have I done wrong?

- I think you're too involved.

Cool off or it'll get
the better of you.

- If I hadn't arrested him,

we wouldn't have got this far.

You cool off.

Get down to village hall
and check on a search.

I'll do the interview
with Wieldy.

- The child's death was,

well it wasn't helped by a
terrible mistake of Fran Lock's.

I wanted to protect her.

I admit now,

with the benefit of hindsight,

I should not have
colluded with her.

- So you're saying you
were covering for her.

- Yes.

- Although the tapes shows

Fran Lock willing
to come forward,

and you threatening
her so she wouldn't.

- I mean that is one
of many conversations,

superintendent, you
can't take it

completely out of context.

- Context?

- Yes, it was an illustration.

Albeit, a clumsy one but,

to show her how the truth
can sometimes be

so unnecessarily hurtful.

- Really?

- Yes.

Really.

- So how come you
have this tape?

- Well, I believe Fran
must have sent it to me.

- When?

- About the time she was dying.

- Why?

- Absolutely no idea.

- Paul Sutton made this
tape, didn't he.

- Sutton, the private detective.

Yes that sounds like
a plausible idea.

- I think you obtained the tape

when he was murdered.

- Well, I don't think
so, superintendent.

- Sir.

Andy, the solicitor's
earning his fat fee.

He wants Sillwood out, now.

So unless you--

- Yeah?

Ted.

Sillwood.

No, nothing.

Look, I think it's best
if I drop around, okay?

- Do they think you
killed Mark Lock?

- No, they don't.

Maybe, yes, but they don't know.

They're just making
wild guesses.

You know how it when
it's running along.

They get desperate.

- But what do they
think it's you?

- I don't know.

- Why was Sillwood
down the nick?

You treated him as a suspect?

- We had him in for questioning.

A number of things.

- Come on, Andy.

There's no need to stonewall me.

I'm in the job.

- I know, there was
absolutely no evidence.

He's been released.

- Is this something to
did with Fran, the rumors?

- It's not what people
were saying, Ted.

They weren't having an
affair, I promise you that.

- I know.

Andy, you don't have
to promise me.

- I take it you didn't
crack him.

- No.

You're right.

I went in there starkers,
enjoy it.

- Andy, it's not like that.

- What have you got for me?

- Nothing.

We searched about every gutter.

- The graveyard?
- Yeah.

- Did you search the graves?

- Don't we need permission
for this?

- Won't be that deep.

It was dark, he was in a hurry.

- What's going on?

- Dr. Sillwood's been attacked.

They're taking him
to hospital now.

- Anyone see anything?

- No, sir.

He was found unconscious in
his study by Mrs. Sillwood.

- She inside?

- No, she's going to the
hospital with her husband.

Oh, sir, one of the
neighbors saw her manning

him about earlier,
it was Tom Piper.

- Sillwood.

- You already know?

- I was with Jillian Brewer,

when her sister phoned.

Jillian dropped me off and
went straight to the hospital.

- Okay, thank you.

You don't need to see us out.

They don't know anything.

- I'm going for a walk.

- What shall I do?

- Nothing.
- Yeah.

- Here.

Ted?

Ted, are you in?

- I took your advice, Andy.

I know why you're here.

I didn't think it'd
take you long.

- You went to see Sillwood.

- Oh, yeah.

- Did he tell you?

- He said everything
was Fran's fault,

that she wasn't a woman
I thought she was.

She had secrets and Andy,

he said he'd been protecting me

from the truth all these years,

but I might as well know now,

that Mark wasn't my son.

He was destroying
everything I live for, Andy.

He was taking everything
away, even my memories.

I lost it, Andy, I just lost it.

- You did what any father
would have done, Ted.

- What do you mean?

- Mark must have found out
what Sillwood was up to.

I'm sorry I didn't
confirm it before,

but we do think Sillwood
killed him.

- I should haved finished him
off when I had the chance.

Have you nicked him?

- We're close.

- Sillwood told me that
a simple DNA test

would prove whether
Mark was my son,

but if I wasn't the
father, Andy,

there was only one man
it could have been.

- She chose you, Ted.

- Yeah.

- Look I don't have to
take it to weather, soon.

We can go to another
nick, if you prefer.

- Hang on, Andy, you might
as well hear everything.

Fran was in a lot
of pain at the end

and you know that, and Mark,
I couldn't let her suffer.

I helped her.

- Be careful what you say.

Do I have to hear this?

- Yeah, you do.

No matter what happens to me

but I want you to nail Sillwood.

I helped Fran died, and
Sillwood showed me how to do it.

- What exactly did he
tell you to do, Ted?

- We think David Brewer
was injected with insulin.

- Insulin disappears
pretty quickly.

- I'll take a look at
this blood sample.

We'll just have to
hope we're in time.

- I'll have a quiet word
with him, first.

Can I go in?

- Not if you're going
to question him.

- I'm a personal friend,
that's all.

- Well, for a minute or two.

- Remember me?

Can't move, can you?

Can't run, can't hide.

This is how Paul Sutton and
David Brewer must have felt.

Say this, for a doctor,
you have a very

casual attitude to life.

Sutton, Brewer, Mark Lock,

not to mention the lives
you've ruined.

Ted and Fran's.

Apparently, all I have to do,

is get a little needle and
a very big dose of insulin,

and no one's any the wiser.

But that'd be too kind.

I'm not really into
mercy killing.

It's not my scene.

I want you to remember
what you've done

for as long as possible.

Peter, come in.

- Robert Sillwood,
I'm arresting you

for the murders of Paul Sutton,

David Brewer and Mark Lock.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say

may harm your defense.

If you fail to mention when
questioned something you

later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be used in evidence.

- So, I never got to ask.

How was America?

- I arrived just as Ellie
and Rosie were leaving.

No sleep for me, of course,

I had to hire a car
and drive 600 miles

to get connecting flight
to Washington.

Washington to New York,
New York to Paris,

barrel of laughs.

- Did you meet Ellie's
new bloke?

- He's okay, harmless enough.

It's not the stuff with
Ellie that hurts anymore.

It's Rosie when she
falls of a bike

or wakes in the night,

someone's there,
but it's not me.

- Yeah, Fran asked me if
I wanted to settle down.

She wanted us to get married.

She never told me
she was pregnant.

When I heard I remember
thinking poor Ted.

Glad it's not me.

Wife and kid in tow,
I was too busy,

too sold on the job.

Everything else came a
poor second, always has.

- You made a choice.

Must have seemed like the
right one at the time.

- Yeah, maybe.

Maybe.