All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S07E01.The.Unwanted.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(child laughing)
- No, no, no.

(mellow orchestral music)

- Just rest this leg,
Naida, no work tomorrow.

- That's not a problem,
we finish tomorrow.

We get our money!
- Oh, good!

What?

- (chuckles) She need a toilet.

- Do you, sweetheart?
- I'll take you out.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Hello, Didesh, Andy here.

- Dalziel, yeah, that's
right, yeah.

Can I have the same
as usual, please?

Only this time I'll just have

one naan bread and one
stuffed paratha.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh and, can I have one
of them puddings

with the name that I
can never pronounce?

That's it, aye!

All right, I'll see
you in a bit, yeah.

Sera!

(upbeat music)
(patrons cheering)

(patrons chattering
and clapping)

- Pete!

Thanks for comin', mate.
- It's no problem!

- Go back a long way me
and you don't we, eh?

- Ah yeah, we do.

- You know, I got a lot good
mates in army and all that,

but you knew me when
we were kids,

and that's why I
wanted you here.

'Cause we were kids together,

you know what I'm sayin'?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Wilke, Wilke, Pete Pascoe.

Pete Pascoe, meet Corporal
Martin Wilke.

Jeweled crown at Yorkshire
Royal Fuseliers

and also one hell
of a good mate!

- So, your Terry tells us,
you're a copper, is that true?

- Well, I didn't want my
mates gettin' in trouble,

you know what stag
dude's are like!

- (laughing) So,
you are a copper!

- His dad couldn't keep
him on the farm.

- Not for the last
18 years, anyway.

- Fancy having a copper
as your best man, eh?

- You got a problem with that?

- No, it could come in useful

and he could bring his handcuffs

and catch the bride
getting second thoughts!

(both laughing)

(tense classical music)

- Come.

Beautiful.

Just like your mother.

(Naida singing in
foreign language)

- Bye!

- Bye!
- Bye!

(car revving)

(dramatic music)

(dogs barking)
(people yelling indistinctly)

- All right, mate, calm down,

we just wanna see you
passport and papers!

(knocking)
- Immigration!

- Passports, visas please.

- Yes, Bosnia.

(people speaking in
foreign language)

(dog barking)

- Can I see your
passport, please?

Where have you come from?

-[Naida] Portugal.

-[Officer] Portugal,
you're from Portugal?

Speak Portuguese to me, say
something in Portuguese.

(Naida speaking in
foreign language)

If you'd like to come
with me, please.

(sad classical music)

(siren wailing)

- That'll save us
a few a few bob.

# Me and my shadow

# Strolling down the avenue

- Hey, I saw that, lad!

- I'm sorry, I'm just worried
about getting Ian back.

It's part of my job.

- They're used to the
odd pint in the army.

But, I'm glad you're
coming with us.

- Pleasure.

- Pity you couldn't get your
dad out, miserable old bugger.

- You know what he's like.

- Hm.

# We're alone but far from blue

(everyone cheering)

(both grunting)

- Sorry!

- What the hell are
you doing, you fat pig?

Bloody hell, eh?

I don't wanna be
crushed to death.

You fat pig, Pascoe.

(squealing)
(crowd laughing)

Eh, is that why you couldn't
hack it in the army?

Huh?

Because you're a fat pig?

(crowd oohing)

- Hey, steady, lads!

- Terry!

Get off, leave it!

Leave it!

- Wilke, Wilke, come on!

Martin, Martin, Martin!

Whoa, look at me.

(both laughing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

-[Dalziel] Wieldy?

- Sir, is something wrong?

- No, no, no, Wieldy, I just
thought I'd give you a call

to make sure you knew what time

you were picking me up tomorrow.

-[Wieldy] About nine, you said.

- Yeah.

Well, the appointment's
not 'til 10,

but you know what these
consultants are like.

First sign of a mix-up
and the buggers

will be doodlin' on your
belly with a felt tip pen.

- Yes, sir.

- It won't take too long, mind.

It's just routine,
nothing special.

After that, I'll be out
with a couple of nurses

helping them brush up on
their anatomy (chuckling).

Best get some sleep, I need you

to be on the ball come
tomorrow morning.

Night, Wieldy.

- Night, sir.

- Oh, and, uh...

Thanks.

(truck rattling)

- Kate?

You working today?

Thought you'd be getting ready
for your sister's wedding!

- Can't afford to take
a day off, Mrs. P.

- You're a bridesmaid,
aren't you?

- Yeah.

And Megan.

- Oh, I don't suppose you
remember our Peter, do you?

Peter!

Look who's here!

Kate Lowry!

- Kate?

I didn't recognize you,
it's been years.

- I'd have been about
eight when we last met.

I remember you, though.

You haven't changed.

I'll see you later then.

- Yeah.

- So how long Kate
Lowry's been your postman?

- She's only been doing
it a couple of months.

- What, she's not helping
her dad, then?

- Not her cup of tea, farming.

- Dad.

- How long you staying then?

- Well, just for tonight,
I thought.

- It's been a long time
since we last saw you.

- Things have certainly changed.

Foot and mouth?

- Nearly finished us.

Had to lay all the lads off.

Your cousin Terry here
worked without pay.

- You know Peter would've
come if he could.

You wouldn't let
anybody in here.

- Well, we had to seal
the place up, didn't we?

We weren't gonna lose our herd

after all the years we
spent building them up.

- From what I heard, you
were luckier if you got it.

- I would never wish
that on my stock.

- Jack Henslowe got
it, and Ted Lowry.

- Oh, aye, they really
cleaned up!

Probably made Ted Lowry
a millionaire.

But then he always did know

how to make a few
bob, didn't he?

I'll have a bet with you now.

He never paid them
foreign workers

they picked up at his
place last night.

- What was that?

- Immigration went down again.

Rounded up 30 of
the poor buggers.

Just got the last
of the spuds in.

- Oh, you mean he phoned
it in himself?

- Of course he did.

- Why the old bugger!

(paper tearing)

- What we're seeing here

is a T-wave inversion on
some of the ECG leads,

and there's some ventricular
ectopics.

- In English, doctor,

I haven't gotten any of
your lot in my pocket yet.

- That means there's
a slight abnormality

with regard to the
electrical impulses

that make the muscle
cells in your heart work.

- I know I'm a bit out of shape,

but as soon as I get
the diet sorted

and start walking next
door's collie,

I'll be as right as rain.

(car door thudding)

(cows lowing)

- Kate, it's about time.

- Stop panicking, I'm
here, aren't I?

- Well, get a move on!

Don't want you holding
things up.

- I'll be ready!

Ooh!

(Kate laughing)

Haven't seen you in
a dress for years!

- Yeah, well now we know why.

You look like Miss Piggy.

- Miss Piggy? (laughing)

- Yeah, very funny,
at least I'm ready.

- Oh God, the ugly sisters.

- Jill, I want a word with you.

And Megan.

- What for?

- Nevermind, come through here.

- What about me?

- You get ready!

(pensive music)

- Have you got a light, Terry?

- Where is she?

- Dad, just sit down, please!

-[Ted] Megan, Megan!

-[Megan] I don't believe
you could do this to me!

-[Ted] Megan, please
just calm down!

- What's going on?

- Come on, Kate, let's go.

- What's the matter with her?

- She doesn't like my
wedding present from Dad.

- What?

- You'll see.

Well, what do you think, you
haven't said anything, yeah?

- You look lovely.

- Oh, heck, look what
the cat's dragged in!

Megan Lowry in a posh frock.

Pigs'll be flying then.

(group laughing and snorting)

All right, Megan!

- So, who's gonna catch
the bouquet, then?

- Oh, I think that'll be Kate.

Be waste of our time
if it's Meg.

(group laughing)

- Grow up, Martin.

(car rumbling)

- We're on!

- Here goes.

- Good luck, mate.

(gentle music)

- Dad?

- It's all right, love.

I just couldn't help
thinking of your mother,

you in that dress.

(kissing)

- With this ring, I thee wed.

- With this ring, I thee wed.

- With my body, I thee worship.

-[Ian] With my body,
I thee worship.

-[Vicar] And with all my
worldly goods, I thee endow.

-[Ian] And with all my
worldly goods, I thee endow.

-[Vicar] In the name
of the Father,

- In the name of the Father,

- And of the Son,

- And of the Son,

- And of the Holy Ghost.

- And of the Holy Ghost.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- How did it go, sir?

- Passed the MOT, Weildy.

Good for another million smiles.

Must be all that muesli
keeping me regular.

(crowd cheering)

(crowd laughing)

- Congratulations, Jack,
they make a lovely couple.

- Thanks, Annie,
I think so, too.

(somber music)

- He still misses her, his wife.

Don't think he's
ever got over it.

- She died having
Kate, didn't she?

- Mm.

Poor girl.

Imagine having to
live with that.

(upbeat string music)

(thudding)

- Ladies and gentleman.

Well, ladies at any rate.
(crowd laughing)

I'd like to thank you all
for coming, of course,

and being with us on
such an auspicious day.

Not only are Ian and
Jill joined together,

but also one day, when Ian's
decided to hang up his sword

and Jack's had enough of it.

- Hey, I'm not done yet!

- Well, the two farming
families,

the Henslowes and the Lowrys,

will join together as one farm!

(crowd clapping)

That'll make us one of the
biggest farms in the county!

(crowd clapping)

Hang on, hang on, hang
on, I've not finished.

Now today, I'm retiring
from running Dalebrook Farm.

The land, the buildings,
the stock, the machinery,

the whole lot, and passing
on to my daughter, Jill.

Now, this decision is
partly been influenced

by another piece of good news.

Our Jill, and I know she won't

mind me saying this,
is pregnant.

(crowd murmuring)

Yeah, she's in calf!

(crowd laughing)

(crowd clapping)

(camera clicking)

(cork popping)
- Ian!

(crowd clapping)

- Tata!

(jovial music)

- Is that what Dad was
saying to you this morning?

He's giving the whole
lot to Jill?

- Pretty much.

- What do you mean, pretty much?

- Well, I get some, about a
quarter of what it's worth.

- What do I get?

- Whatever I choose to give you.

# You feel lucky when you

-[Kemal] Annie, Annie, Annie!

- Kemal!?

Kemal!

You shouldn't be here at all!

- They took us!
- I know, I know,

I thought you'd be at the
detention center by now.

- No, they didn't
see me or Emina.

Please, Annie, we
need your help.

- There's nothing I can do!

- We haven't been paid.

- I know.

- We need your help, please.

I need to be paid,
without money,

we have nothing,
I can go nowhere!

- I don't see what I can do!

- Can you talk to her?

- She won't pay and now
she doesn't have to.

- I need Jill to pay me,
I won't go until I'm paid.

- You can't, it's not
safe here on their farm.

If one of them sees you,
they'll ring the Immigration!

Look.

We've got an old barn.

It's beyond the cow
sheds, Bill never uses it.

Take Emina and stay there,
I'll meet you later.

Listen to me!

(playful music)

- It's all right, Ian,
it's not your fault.

I just with the bugger
hadn't announced it

in front of half the county.

- Look, I know Jill would want
you to stay working with us.

- Great!

I get to shovel muck while
she counts her money?

I don't think so!

- Talking to the laborers
are we now, Ian?

- And you can shove it as well.

(splashing)

- Just for once, Martin,
can't you give it a rest?

- Could've been your Peter

marrying our Jill if
he'd stuck around.

- Aye, he married well,
nevertheless.

- And divorce, isn't he?

- Separated, they might
get back together.

- I know it's been hard for
the last couple of years,

running that place on your own.

No room for a B&B or
any of that, I suppose?

- We manage.

- I'll still make you a good
offer if you change your mind.

- They'll carry me out
of Marshlands feet first,

that's the only way
you'll get me to leave.

- It's all very cozy then, Ted?

Pitter-patter of tiny
feet so soon?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Biggest farm in
the county, eh?

- Aye.

- Big profits?

- We do all right.

- Do you know, when
I leave the army,

I plan to go into business,
make a pile like you.

I hope that'll be very soon.

I've got my own.

- I haven't seen you
in that uniform before.

- I've not seen you
all dressed up, either.

It suits you.

- Oh, come off it!

It's horrible!

The whole day has been horrible.

- Yeah, he's a bit much,
your dad, isn't he sometimes?

All that grand stuff about

giving up the farm
to your sister.

I don't suppose he
told you first?

You'll not take it
to heart, will you?

-[Kate] It's hardly a surprise.

- That's the spirit.

All right, I'm off!

I'll see you later, Monkeyface.

- Hey, Martin!

Hang about.

-[Martin] What?

- I was just wondering,
have you been seeing Kate?

- Why?

Do you fancy her?

(laughing) Well, forget
it, fat boy,

'cause she wouldn't touch
you with a dead sheep.

(cows lowing)

(Jill laughing)
Hey, fancy a smoke?

-[Jill] Later.

- What you dad said,
about you being pregnant?

It's not Ian's, is it?

(Jill sighing)

- Nope.

I knew I was pregnant before
Ian came back from Belize.

I better go.

-[Ian] Can we talk later?

-[Jill] Maybe.

(rock music)

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

(Peter scoffing)

Don't tell me policemen
don't relax.

You were always too
good to be true.

That's what our Megan
said, anyway.

Probably why she stopped
going out with you.

- We were only 12!

Didn't realize she was gay then.

I got over her, anyway.

- And you got away from here.

- How about you, seeing anyone?

- Yeah.

There is someone.

Why?

You interested?

- A bit close to home for me.

- But you don't miss it?

- What?
- That.

- Uh, no, not really.

- Too much hard graft,
too little money.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(pigs squealing)

(dramatic music)

- Little accident with
some red wine.

- Suppose I should
get back in there,

see if anyone's drunk
enough to start dancing.

(siren wailing)

What's happening?

(crowd murmuring)

(thudding)

- Um.

I'm sorry to stop the
fun, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm afraid I've got
some bad news.

As you can see, the
police are here.

There's been an accident.

A fatal accident
here on the farm.

In one of the pig sheds.

- What is it, what's happened!?

It's Martin, isn't it?

- I'm sorry, Jill.

- How did you know
it was Martin?

- It's Martin, something's
happened to Martin!

- I don't understand.

Where's Martin?

- It's Martin's body we found.

(Jill sobbing)

- Oh no, no!

No! (crying)

- Hey, Jill, hey, Jill.

- Wieldy.

I was wondering, uh...

How you manage to keep so...

Well, you know, slim-looking,
fit,

apart from food and that.

- Ballroom.

- Pardon?

- Ballroom dancing, sir.

(Harris snorting)

- Oh, you mean like the
old softshoe shuffle,

Come Dancing type of thing?

- Yes, sir.

I could show you if you'd like.

- No sign of a murder
weapon, then?

- Oh, dear!

Hey!

You sure to pig 'em,
Peter, don't you?

Do you get it, Wieldy, pig 'em?

-[Wield] Sir.

- Oh my word.

There's a lot of them,
aren't there?

- Intensive farming.

- That right?

Is that what it is?

Very dapper.

What've we got?

- Corporal Martin
Wilkie, blow to the head.

- Are we sure it's murder?

- Yeah, most likely.

Walloped, left for dead.

There are signs the body was
moved, probably from up there.

Someone wanted the pigs
to mess things up for us,

they were about to
tuck in as well.

- Might've saved the
killer's bacon.

- I'll do the jokes if
you don't mind, Bomber.

- Sir.

- Any sign of a weapon?

- Not a sausage.

- And you shouldn't
even be in here.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're a suspect until
proven otherwise.

(squishing)
Ugh!

(pigs oinking)

(Jill crying)

(sad music)

- You liked him, didn't you?

Did Ian know?

(Jill sobbing)

-[Dalziel] You know this place?

-[Peter] It's Ted Lowry's.

Yeah, except Ted just
retired, his daughters run it.

Megan and Jill, Jill's the
one who just got married.

- Heh, at least the wedding
day's gonna be memorable.

Less pressure on all of
you tonight, eh, Bomber?

- Sir?

- Who's the informant, then?

- We don't know.

- Anonymous tip off.

Very cozy.

Someone did a runner and got a
fit of conscience on the way.

-[Wield] One of the
wedding guests?

- We best get hold of
this 999 recording,

we might recognize the
informant's voice.

- Good idea.

Talking of guests, your mum
and dad are here, aren't they?

- Yeah.

- Oh good, I'm looking forward
to meeting them at last.

- Mum, Dad, this is Andy
Dalziel, my boss.

- Very pleased to meet
you, Mr. Dalziel,

Peter's told us so
much about you.

- Oh, really?

Well, lovely to meet
you, Mrs. Pascoe.

- Oh, call me Annie.

- Annie.

And you must be Bill.

- How much longer are you
gonna keep us here, then?

I've got a farm to run.

- We won't keep you any longer

than absolutely necessary, Bill.

And you are?

- Terry Pascoe.

- Terry Pascoe?

- Peter's cousin.

- I live on Marshlands farm.

- He works with me.

- All right.

Now then, any of you go anywhere

near the pig sheds
this afternoon?

Or see anybody who did?

- Uh, I don't know if I
should tell you this, but...

- Well (sighing),

it'd been going on on
and off for months.

It was before Ian and
I really got together.

It was Ian's best
friend, you know.

- Best friend.

In the loose sense of
the word, of course.

So, obviously, being
Ian's best friend,

you wouldn't want him to
feel left out of the wedding.

- Look, I don't know
what you mean,

I wanted to make it quite clear
to Martin we were finished.

- You picked a funny
time and place.

That was the only reason
you met him, was it?

- I'm just married, Mr. Dalziel.

- And did you husband know
about you and his best friend?

- No.

I didn't think so but...

- But?

- But he could've found out.

- I see.

Do you know where your
husband was all afternoon?

- No.

- Do you think he might've
killed your lover?

- No, of course not!

- I think I should have a word

with your better
half, don't you?

(tent rustling)

- I'm sorry, son, I'm so sorry.

- What're you sorry about, Dad?

You sorry Wilkie's dead or
sorry he was screwing my wife?

- So it is true?

- Of course it is.

You should've seen her reaction

when she heard he were dead.

- But she married you!

- Lowry wants our farm,
that's why she married me.

- You don't know that!

- Dad, just take your head

out of the sand and
look around you!

- Did you know she
was seeing him?

You know, before today?

- What do you think?

- Whatever happens, and
whatever has happened,

I'll stand by you,
you know that.

We're family, we stick together.

- Ian Henslowe, is it?

-[Ian] Aye.

- He's a bit upset right now.

Martin Wilkie was
his best friend.

- Really?

So, lad.

This is no way to spend
your wedding day, is it?

Did you leave the marquee
at anytime this afternoon?

- Yeah, just for a short while.

- Time?

- I couldn't say.

I was changing my shirt, I
had to get out of my uniform.

Bloody Megan had spilled red
wine down the front of me.

Well, Pete saw me,
didn't you Pete?

- Well, I saw you coming back

from the farmhouse
after you changed.

-[Dalziel] Was there anyone
with you in the farmhouse?

- No.

No, no, I suppose not.

- So did anyone see you?

(somber music)

- Corporal Martin Wilkie.

29 years old.

- We think he died between

two and three o'clock
this afternoon.

- Well, have you arrested
anyone yet?

- Give us a break, Colonel,
it's only five o'clock.

- Well, what was it, was
he in some kind of brawl?

- We don't know.

You tell us.

Did he like a fight?

- All soldiers like a fight.

Especially at a wedding.

Sergeant Henslowe did get
married today, didn't he?

- Yes, Colonel.

What we really want
to know is whether

Corporal Wilkie had been in
any sort of trouble recently

or if he had any enemies.

- I don't think so.

Well, he and some of his platoon

did get a bit of a name
for themselves in Bosnia.

- What kind of thing?

- Something to do with, um...

Let's have a look at the file.

Oh, yeah, some of them were
mixing with the local mafia.

Turns out they thought they
could make a bit of money

helping some poor unfortunates
leave the country.

- What do you mean?

- Immigration.

People pay good money
for EU documents,

passports, that sort of thing.

But nothing was even proven
against Corporal Wilkie,

of course, but I'd say he
was a bit of a chancer.

- These are the names
of other soldiers,

past and present, who
were at the wedding.

Might any of them have
reason to kill Wilkie?

- No.

Not that I know of.

Oh!

Terry Pascoe.

- My cousin.

What about him?

-[Colonel] Oh, nothing.

Never a natural soldier,
poor chap.

- Has Mrs. Wilkie been informed?

- Of course.

- We'd like a word with her

if you could point us
in the right direction.

What's he like, then?

This cousin of yours?

- Eh, he's all right.

Mum and Dad took him
in when he was a kid.

His parents split and neither
of them really wanted him.

But he seems happy enough
working with my dad.

- So, no trouble there, then?

- No, but...

- Bloody hell!

-[Peter] What now?

(siren wailing)

- Right, there was no
one in at the time.

Mrs. Wilkie, the lady
of the house,

being comforted by a neighbor.

Her husband has just
been killed.

- Aye, we know.

- So, what happened?

- Could've been an intruder.

Someone knocked over a gas
heater, we're not sure how yet.

You'll just have to
wait for my report.

- Mrs. Wilkie?

Superintendant Dalziel.

I'm very sorry about
your husband.

I'm trying to find out
what happened to him.

(sighing) Look, I'm sorry but...

I've gotta ask you
a few questions.

- (sobbing) I don't
know anything.

I have no idea.

I don't know what's going on.

- All right, love.

- You can't stay here
for long, Kemal.

- It took us three months
to get to here from Bosnia.

I must have my money.

- And what about Emina?

She's not fit.

- I owe it.

For my journey.

My sisters, my parents,
they're still back in Bosnia.

The people that brought
us here, they're mafia.

If I don't pay them, my
family's gonna get killed!

- Well you better
wait a day or two.

There's been an accident.

A man's been found dead
on the Lowry farm.

- Dead?

How?

I didn't know this.

-[Dalziel] You haven't asked me

how I got on in the hospital.

- Sorry, Andy, been
a bit of a day.

How did you get on?

- (scoffing) The usual rubbish.

Stop smoking, stop eating,
stop drinking.

Might as well stop breathing
(chuckling).

I'll be all right.

I'll drop you back at
your mum and dad's, then.

- Well, if you can hang
on while I change,

I'll come back to the
station with you.

- No, Peter.

You're off the case,
you're too close.

Your old school friend has a
motive for murder and no alibi,

and that's just for starters!

Your whole family could be
bagged up when we're done.

- Naseby hasn't even
been my home in 18 years.

- You're on the bench.

(somber string music)

- Peter?

-[Peter] Home visit?

- Yes, a neighbor, it's
her first baby.

You know how nervous these
young mothers can be.

Anyway, what're you
doing standing out here?

- Looks like I'll be
staying on a few days.

After all, I can't work
on this case, can I?

- How's the new flat
coming along, love?

- Fine, just need a few
more bits and pieces.

- We shall have to come and have

a look at the place,
won't we Bill?

- Terry could look after things

for a day or two, couldn't he?

- No, too much for one.

- Talk of the devil, we
just about given up on you.

- Ah, just been at the Sheep
Dip for a couple of pints.

-[Annie] Peter's going
to stay for a while.

- Oh, great.

- I'll just fetch that
bit of washing down.

- So, have you and the fat
man found the killer yet?

- No.

And I'm no longer on the
case so I'm not likely to.

- Well, why's that?

- Oh, too close to home.

- What, they think we had
something to do with it?

- No, of course not.

It's just um...

Not right.

I mean, everybody knows
you didn't get on

with Wilkie and I
am your cousin.

- Peter!

(scoffing) It's not that
we didn't get on.

It was just joking,
he was a joker,

he liked a bit of a laugh.

- Shut up, Terry, you don't
need to defend yourself here.

This is a farm, not
a police station.

You want to go ferreting,
do it in the woods.

(sad string music)

(pills clattering)

(sign creaking)

- Breakfast in bed?

- No, I'll come downstairs.

- Oh, that's social! (chuckling)

Unlike some.

Oh, I don't allow muddy
boots in the rooms,

it ruins the rugs, so just
leave them outside by the door,

and them will have to come off.

Just the one night you said?

- Yeah, just the one night.

- Aw, pity!

There's plenty to
see around Naseby,

Mr. Mortimer's been here a week

and he's out all day
walking the dales.

There we go.

(Dalziel sighing)

- First and last family
wedding I'm likely to see,

and it ends like this.

- What do you mean, the last?

-[Ted] I can't see either
of your two getting married.

- Is that all you're
bothered about?

A man was killed here today.

- Wilkie?

He's no friend to this family.

- What do you mean?

- Every cloud has a silver
lining, that's all I'm saying.

- You're sick.

-[Bill] I can't remember
the last time

Peter's stopped over
for more than one night.

- You haven't exactly
made it easy for him.

- He's only here to
play at policeman.

And why's he having
a go at our Terry?

- Bill!

You and Peter, you're
very different.

He's never going to be like you.

He wasn't cut out for farming,

but he's made a good
go of what he does do.

I think you should be
proud of him, I know I am.

- I don't mind that
he left the farm.

I understand that, I do.

It's just that all that
time we were here

with foot and mouth,
everything we went through,

not once did he offer
to come and help.

- That's because you'd already

made it impossible
for him to help.

That's the only thing
you got in common,

you're both stubborn.

(ominous music)

-[Ian] It's his baby, isn't it?

- Look, I already told you,
I finished it with Martin,

it's not my fault he
kept pestering me!

- You didn't answer
the question.

Is it his baby?

- Oh God, look, of
course it isn't!

I have told you the truth!

- Emina, (speaking in
foreign language).

(Kemal speaking in
foreign language)

-[Ian] When I was in Belize.

-[Jill] That doesn't
mean anything.

- Yes, it does.

Yes, it does!

It means you and him
had every opportunity

and you took it, didn't you!?

(Jill chuckling)

- Oh, all right, Ian, if you
want to know the truth, I lied.

I was still seeing him.

You don't honestly
think I married you

because I loved you, did you?

(laughing) I married you
because of your land,

the land your farm
brings to mine!

- You!
(Jill gasping)

You know, it would make me sick

to think I brought another
Lowry into this world!

- Oh, really?

Because you wouldn't
stand a chance

if there were men like
Martin around.

- You slag!

- Just leave me alone!

This is my house, Ian!

- Get out, get out!

- Oh no, you get out,
this is my house!

- Get out!

- Oh, little man you are,
you had no bloody idea

I was screwing your
own best friend!

- Get out!

- Your own best friend,
Ian, and you had no idea!

Oh, what a man you
must be! (laughing)

- You don't care about anyone

or anything but your
precious farm!

(glass breaking)
(Ian and Jill shouting)

- Get out!
- Get away from me!

This is my house, get out!
- Just try and make me!

(gun firing)

(wind whistling)

(birds chirping)

- What're you doing here?

- Oh, stopping over
for a few days,

thought I'd drop by on in.

- You investigating?

- No, I'm not allowed to.

I know too many of
the witnesses.

I might even know the suspect.

- Good, company,
that's a change.

I thought you couldn't
wait to get away.

- You still don't get on
with your family, do you?

- Always been like that.

Jill's bossy, Megan's
a bit straight.

(Peter laughing)

I meant, you know what I mean.

- And your dad?

- My dad only cares
about himself.

And the farm, of course.

Jill's only ever
been his favorite

'cause she loved the farm.

- I know how you feel.

How about a lift up there, then?

- Okay.

- Corporal Wilkie
seems to have been

struck on the head with, um...

I don't know what!

Probably wooden.

We found a tiny, tiny bit

of dark wood on the
edge of the wound.

And that's it, really.

And the fractured skull.

- Right.

- Oh, apart from those rather
nasty wounds on his face,

of course, where the pigs
had lunch (chuckling).

- Was he killed by the pigs
or the blow to the head?

- Oh, the hematoma,
without a doubt.

No, the pigs were just
bad for his complexion.

- So what do you think the
killer was looking for, sir?

- I don't know.

Maybe for Terry Wogan,
something for auntie's bloomers.

(Dalziel gasping)

I shouldn't have had
that extra bit of bacon.

Terrible indigestion.

(knocking)

(wind whistling)

- Maybe they just don't
want to be disturbed?

Be fair enough.

- I'll try around the back.

(tense music)

- Peter?
- No!

(Kate screaming)

- What's happened to her?

- I don't know, she was fine,

then she got weak, she's tired.

- I told you, she can't
live like this.

I think it's exposure,
she needs to see a doctor.

- You're a doctor.

- No, I'm just a nurse.

- You can help.

- Kemal, she needs proper
care, rest, the authorities...

- No, no, no authorities!

- Listen to me!

You're putting your
daughter's life at risk.

- I've been doing that
since I got to this country!

Please, I need you to
look after Emina,

just for a little while.

I know how to get the money.

Please, just for one day.

Yeah?

- Jill was out in the kitchen,

looks like she hit her
head on the work surface,

there's blood on the edge.

- They'd been drinking?

- A row.

- Can guess what about.

- There's no note.

You think Ian killed Wilkie?

- Strong possibility now.

Jill confronts him, maybe he
denies it, maybe he doesn't,

they argue, struggle,
she's hit or she falls,

either way she bangs her head.

- He realizes he's killed her,

comes back in here
and tops himself.

- Yeah.

All very neat and tidy.

-[Peter] How's Kate?

- Doctor's been, she's
had a mild sedative.

I'll be working, Dad.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Lowry,

this should've been a
happy time for your family.

Must've been very strained,

their first night as
a married couple.

Not exactly wedded
bliss, was it?

After she admitted having an
affair with Corporal Wilkie?

- Jill wanted the
marriage to work.

- From what I hear, you both
wanted the marriage to work.

Jill marrying Ian Henslowe

made the biggest farm
in the county.

Did she love Ian?

- Jill wouldn't have married
a man she didn't love.

- I gather your daughter
was pregnant.

Was there any question
about who the father was?

I mean...

Ian Henslowe might've
thought twice

about killing his own baby,

but if he found out it
belonged to Wilkie,

could explain Wilkie's death
as well, don't you think?

- I dare say.

(pigs oinking)

- A lot of work, pigs.

(sighing) Don't take this the
wrong way, Miss Lowry, but

I was wondering, how
come Jill got the farm?

It's worth a fortune.

To an outsider, it
doesn't seem quite fair.

- My father loved Jill,
she's a good farmer

and she was pregnant
with his grandchild,

that meant a lot to him.

- I'm not sure I understand.

- I'm a lesbian and I've
never wanted children.

- Oh, I see.

Silly me.

So if Jill got all that,
what did you get?

- What was left.

Cottage, bits and pieces.

- And your other sister, Kate?

- I don't know why
you're asking that.

Kate's not interested
in farming.

- Laying it on a bit
thick, weren't you Andy?

We're not even sure
Ian was murdered.

- Is that the one you
fancied as a kid?

Megan?

- We were 12.

- Trust you to go barking
up the wrong tree.

- Yeah, very funny.

Andy, is this now a murder
investigation?

- Always been that.

By the way, has Old Man Lowry
always walked with a stick?

- Yeah, for as long
as I can remember.

Why?

- Nothing.
(phone ringing)

Yes, Wieldy?

(wind whistling)

You sure that's not
one of yours?

-[Peter] I didn't look
through that window.

- Well, somebody did
at some point.

So why didn't they intervene
or call the police?

- Sir, we found this
in the bushes.

- What is it?

- It's a doll's arm.

Doesn't look like it's
been there long.

- Something stinks.

- Time of death, between 10
and 11 o'clock last night.

Cause of death, single
shot to the head,

right up through the chin.

The gun was fired from no more
than a range of eight inches.

- Eight inches?

- There's tattooing on the skin,

but gunpowder particles
but no soot.

This man did not shoot himself.

- No other prints
on the trigger?

- No, but then again, there's
no residue on the skin.

Toxicology also reveal
a substantial amount

of alcohol in his blood.

Whoever did shoot him didn't
have to work too hard.

Well, I've sent the
cartridge off to ballistics.

They should tell whether he was
killed with that gun or not.

(clapping) Right!

I better make a start
on his good lady wife.

- I've heard of a shotgun
wedding but this is ridiculous.

- Good, yes, very funny,
Mr. Dalziel.

- So, Ian didn't
kill my daughter.

- He couldn't have.

It was a double murder.

- So who killed her?

- We don't know.

Any ideas?

- I might have.

There was a group of immigrant

workers up here harvesting
the spuds.

Immigration came and
took them away

the night before the wedding,

before we could pay
them what they were due.

Any one of them had a grudge.

- But they were taken away.

They'd be in detention.

- That could be, I don't know,
I mean, Jill dealt with them.

If any of them came
after the money.

- We'll check.

Oh, uh, by the way,

how many people have
keys to the gun cabinet?

- Well, we all did.

The whole family.

Except Kate.

-[Dalziel] Where would
Jill have kept her keys.

- On her keyring.

- So if anybody had got
ahold of the keys,

they could open the cabinet?

- Well, give me Jill's keys,
I'll show you which on it is.

- There's only one problem.

We don't know where they are.

(somber string music)

- The work gang we picked
up a couple of nights ago

from Naseby were mostly
Bosnian Muslims.

- How did you know
they were there?

- Tip off.

Probably from the farmer.

Well, crop picking season ends,

surefire way of not paying them.

- They'd have been better off

staying where they
were, poor sods.

- Have any of them
been allowed out

since you brought them here?

- Well, I'd be in trouble
if they have.

- You weren't too hard
on them, I hope.

- No, she was like that
when we found her.

Obviously somebody
must've looked after her,

it's a professional job.

- How did you find
work on the farm?

-[Officer] Ask her.

(Translator speaking
in foreign language)

(Naida speaking in
foreign language)

- I don't know, my husband.

- What husband, I thought
you were on your own?

- Yes, yes I am.

Wilkie, Mr. Wilkie, he
helped us find work.

(dramatic music)

- But none of you were
paid, were you?

Where's your husband?

- No husband.

No.

He not come.

He not come.

No husband.

- Look, I'm warning you!

No, you listen to what I say!

You leave the money
where I tell you.

- I don't know, Peter, what
that family's going through.

- I know.

I'm just gonna change.

(Emina making train sounds)

Hello.

Who are you?

Mum?

Who's the kid?

- I tried to tell you.

I'm probably doing
the wrong thing.

- What?

- Her father worked for
the Lowrys, he's Bosnian.

- I thought they'd all been
rounded up by Immigration.

- Not Kemal, he and
Emina managed to escape,

and he's desperate for money,
Peter, the Lowrys owe him!

- Mum, you should've told me!

This man could be a suspect,
there's been three murders!

- Three?

- Ian's death might
not be a suicide.

Don't you see, this
Kemal's after money,

Jill and Ian are dead!

- Well, he told me this morning
he didn't get his money.

- Where is he now?

- I don't know, he said
he needed more time.

- What was he wearing?

- I don't know, I
can't remember!

- Mum, you can't keep
that child here,

she's an illegal immigrant.

- I don't care, Peter.

She's a little girl and
she's very poorly

and she needs me to
look after her.

- But Mum, this man
could be dangerous

and he'll be coming back
here to get her!

- He's not dangerous!

- You don't know that!

- Peter!

Do you have any idea what
these people have been through

to get into this country,
what that child has seen?

If you take her, you
take me with you.

- Think of the position
it puts me in!

- You should be a human being
first and then a policeman.

- I'm going after him!

(phone ringing)

- Yeah!?

- Inspector Pascoe called, sir.

- What did he want?

- Looks like he's found
our missing immigrant.

- Good, bring him in then.

- Um, Mr. Pascoe lost him, sir.

But we've got the 999
tape from yesterday.

-[Woman On Tape] Police.

-[Man On Tape] Yes, uh,
I want to report a body.

It, it's in a pig shed.

-[Woman On Tape] Can you
give me your name, please.

-[Man On Tape] What? No!

Look, just listen, it's
on the Lowry farm.

That's Old Cole Lane, Naseby.

-[Woman On Tape] Is that
where you're calling from?

-[Man On Tape] Nevermind me!

Just get someone down there,

it's the first shed's right
side, off the main drive.

-[Woman On Tape] Caller,
are you there?

(clicking)

- Anything?

- (sighing) It's
difficult to say.

I don't want to get him
into trouble if I'm wrong.

- Him?

- Well, yeah, it could
be Mr. Mortimer.

- That's the other guest
who's staying here.

- I'm not certain, mind.

- Thanks very much, Viv.

You've been a great help.

I'd appreciate it if
you kep this between us.

- I just thought he
was a birdwatcher.

You know, coming in and
out all the time.

He's not dangerous is he?

- Oh, no, no, no, not
with our Wieldy around.

He could do with a drop of milk,
though, he's a growing lad.

- I'll go and make some tea.

-[Dalziel] Grand.

-[TV] Which British singer
had a UK number one single

in 1999, 40 years
after his first?

- Cliff Richard.

Cliff Richard!

- Cliff Richard.
- Correct!

Peter, in sport, a game
of American football

is divided into how
many periods?

(knocking)
- Four.

Four!
- Three.

-[TV] Four! Nate, the
musical instrument...

-[Dalziel] Mr. Mortimer.

- Yes?

E. Coli.

Environmental health people
found it in her food.

The residential home claimed
they'd bought the meat

from a stall down
Weatherton Market.

-[Dalziel] How old was
your mum when she died?

- 77.

She should've lived
another 10 years.

She had two sisters in their
90s and her mother reached 100.

She got a telegram
from the queen.

- So, that's why you've
been snooping around?

Trying to track down the
source of the outbreak?

- It was a tip off, a
note through the post

saying a farm here was
trading in illegal meat.

- Who sent it?

- It was anonymous.

- Have you still got it?

-[Mr. Mortimer] No,
I threw it away.

- (sighing) So you came
down here to have a look?

- And I found what
I was looking for,

that Lowry farm's a disgrace!

The condition those
pigs are kept in.

I was trying to get
some pictures,

that's when I saw the dead body.

- Why didn't you stick around?

- I didn't want you thinking
I'd done it.

- When you got the tip off,

why didn't you contact
the relevant authorities?

- You are joking, aren't you?

I know how the system works.

Look at all that
mad cow business,

how long that took to come out,

and it's still with
us, isn't it?

And what about foot and mouth?

- What about foot and mouth?

- Well, I think some farmers

were only too happy to be
making money out of it.

Some are even keen to
infect their own livestock.

- Fraud?

- Are you on duty tonight, love?

- Uh-uh, tomorrow.

If Emina's still here, will
you keep an eye on for her?

- Yeah, of course I will.

The daughter you never had, eh?

I'll be glad when you don't
have to work nights, or at all.

- It's no hardship.

- It's not as if they
pay your properly.

- I don't do it for the money.

- Farm would've gone under
if it weren't for that money.

- That'll do, Terry.

- It's that bad, is it?

- We manage.

- I'd have thought things
have got better by now.

- Things don't just get better

when you've been that close
to the edge, you know.

- I know that, Dad.

- No.

No, you don't.

You're lucky we're still
here to come back to.

- Well, let me help you, then!

I want to!

- It's too late now!

- Okay, sir, so it's
one, two, three.

-[Both] One, two...

- No, no, no, sir.

I have to lead, you're the lady.

-[Both] One, two, three, one,
two, three, one, two, three.

- Is there something
I should know?

- You took your time.

- Thanks for hanging
on, I need a drink.

- Mr. P, true to form.

- He won't admit how
hard things are.

It's pretty bad.

My mum was the only one
bringing any money in,

you can guess what a
district nurse earns.

- What, didn't they get any
compensation for foot and mouth?

- Didn't get to him, he
just missed the cull.

Didn't get a penny out of it.

Unlike Henslowe or
Old Man Lowry.

- Hey, Tweedie.

It's your round.

- Tweedie!?

- Harris Tweed, D.C.
Harris, get it?

- I suppose it's an improvement
on Bomber.

(ominous music)

(cows lowing)

(dramatic music)

(cows lowing)

(thudding)

(Kemal yelling)

(cracking)

(sad music)

- Who found him?

- Bill Pascoe, came to
let the cattle out.

- We sure he's our
missing immigrant?

- Mrs. Pascoe identified
the body.

It's Naida Sulejvic's
husband, Kemal.

His daughter's in the house.

- What's she doing here?

- Well, you'd have to
ask Inspector Pascoe.

- We got any DNA matches
between this fellow

and the scene of
Wilkie's murder?

- Well, forensics are
on to it now, sir.

But look at the tread.

- Is it a match for the print

we found at the cottage?

- Looks that way.

- The question is,
was he a witness

to Ian and Jill's murder
or the killer himself?

- This might help.

And that's not all.

- Made to look like
a lot of money.

- So do you think that he
was trying to fake some cash?

- I think someone
gave it to him.

Trying to pay him off.

(somber music)

- Do we know what killed him?

- Beef.

Well, maybe a Yorkshire pudding.

So...

None of you knew he was here?

- No.

- I imagine you wouldn't
be too happy having a bunch

of illegal immigrants snooping
around your beef sheds.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well, difficult to
protect, farm property.

A lot of thieves
about, intruders.

Do you get much rustling
in these parts?

- Andy, can I have a
word outside, please?

- Police matter is it, Peter?

- Exactly what were you
trying to get at in there?

- Just doing my job, Peter.

- Well, you're obviously
not doing yours.

Oh, sorry, I forgot you're
on leave, aren't you?

Well, why not let
your hair down.

Harbor a few illegal immigrants,

fail to disclose the
whereabouts of a suspect.

- None of us knew where he was!

- How do I know that?

Seems to me your whole
family's on the block now.

- That's rubbish!

- You knew that little
girl was here, didn't you?

- Yes, I did.

- And it didn't occur
to you to tell me?

Not to mention your
mother's been harboring

a murder suspect the
past two days.

- She didn't have any idea!

- Is there something
in the water out here?

Affects the brains?

And what about Corporal Wilkie?

He was part of the trade

of these illegal immigrants
you know?

Kemal had every reason
to do him in,

but your mum was too happy
to keep things to herself.

- This has got nothing
to do with my mother!

And you can't blame her
for taking the kid in,

she's a nurse, it's her job!

She looks after the
sick, whoever they are.

And I think she was right to!

- I'd like to conduct a
search of these premises.

- What for?

- Who knows what will turn up.

Maybe a bunk bed
full of Bosnians.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- I don't have to
give my reasons,

I'd like to know if
I have your consent.

- You've got nothing
better to do?

Well, we've got nothing to
hide, so do what you like.

- What's on your mind, Andy?

- I'll tell you what's
on my mind.

Your cousin, the Yorkshire
pudding.

He knew Wilkie, he
knew Ian Henslowe,

and now he's just a cow pile
away from another murder.

- Pretty loose connection.

- We'll see, where's his room?

(somber music)

- Here, Wieldy.

Dirty video?

Or a bootleg copy of
country fowl, maybe?

- I didn't notice
a video recorder.

- I don't remember what's there.

It's just a friend lent it me.

It's, uh...

- What!?

We've got a video player
back at the station.

Perhaps you'd like to
come and watch it there?

It'll be handy anyway,

'cause we'd like to have
a little chat with you.

- What for?

- Why'd you want
to talk to Terry?

He hasn't done anything!

- Are you happy to come or do
I need to make it official?

- Peter!

Tell him, I ain't done nothing!

I never left the
house last night.

- I don't think you have
a clue what you're doing!

- Go on, lad, let's get going!

- I'm coming with you.

- There's no point, dad,
you can't do anything!

- He's family, isn't he?

(tense music)

-[Dalziel] Well, there's
your Terry.

What's the he's got?

-[Peter] Looks like
a dead sheep.

- Who's the other fellow?

- Well, it's not dad's land.

-[Dalziel] Whose is it then?

And what's he doing
with a dead sheep?

-[Peter] Who shot the video?

-[Dalziel] And why?

We know Wilkie's house
was burgled after he died.

Just the tiniest speck of DNA

will put you right at the scene.

- I didn't mean to
start that fire,

you've got to believe me!

- I'll believe you when
I hear the truth!

You were spreading foot
and mouth, weren't you?

And getting paid for it!

Farmers got compensation
and you got a cut!

Never ceases to amaze me what
people will do for money.

- You don't understand,
Mr. Dalziel,

I couldn't stay in the army,

but I couldn't afford to leave.

- Was Wilkie involved?

It was your idea, then?

- Yeah.

- So how did Wilkie find out?

- I told him.

- Surely he wasn't the
best person to tell.

Unless, perhaps, you thought
he might be impressed.

You should've kept your
mouth shut, Terry,

you gave him the perfect
opportunity for blackmail!

That's why he filmed
you dragging

that sheep across farmland.

- Yeah, but I didn't
kill him, I swear it!

- As if that makes
it any better.

You didn't kill Wilkie

because he wasn't
blackmailing you, was he?

- Dad.

Terry's being kept in.

He's been charged,
several counts.

- I hope you know
what you're doing.

Terry's been a great
help to me, you know.

- I know.

- I can't see him, can I?

- Afraid not.

- I'd best get on then.

- Dad.

I'm sorry.

(somber music)

-[Megan] Thanks for coming,
Annie, it's much appreciated.

- It's no trouble.

Once again, Megan, I'm so sorry.

Can't tell you how much
I feel for you all.

Well, better get on,
finish my rounds.

I left Bill in charge
of the little girl.

She starts fretting,
he'll be flummoxed.

- What girl?

- The daughter of Kemal,
the immigrant who died.

We're still waiting
for social services.

- Mum?

What're you doing here?

- Ted's not too well, I think
it's nervous exhaustion.

- I hope you've given
him something strong,

he'll feel a lot worse
in a minute.

Evening.

- Mr. Dalziel.

What can we do for you?

-[Dalziel] Come for a
little talk with your dad.

- I'll fetch Dad down.

- How are you, Kate?

- You know.

I found something.

When I was out with the dogs.

Don't know if it's relevant.

I meant to give it, yeah?

- Where'd you find it?

- On the lane near the lodge.

- Emina's, matches
the arm we found.

Thanks, could be important.

- I've been having a
chat with Terry Pascoe.

- Aye.

- And I've been watching
a video.

You and Terry are on it

dragging a dead sheep
across your land.

I've got a statement from him.

Well?

- It took me 30 years
to build this place,

30 years of graft.

- What happened, you get greedy?

- I bought land, I had to.

And I stretched to far
and I got into debt.

I couldn't give this farm up,
Mr. Dalziel, I had to save it.

- Foot and mouth is a
blessing in disguise then.

- I were only doing
what others did.

- Some others.

-[Dalziel] But Terry
Pascoe was the wrong man

to do business with, wasn't he?

- He couldn't keep
his mouth shut,

he had to impress Martin Wilkie,

and I've been paying
the price ever since.

- So you decided to stop
paying him once and for all.

You killed him.

What did you use?

Your walking stick?

- I wanted Jill to
have what I'd made.

I wanted my grandchildren
to farm this land.

And then Martin Wilkie
told me the baby was his.

- Once you'd realized
what you'd done,

you roped Terry into
steal the tape,

only he was too clumsy.

- Did Terry kill her?

My Jill?

- We're not sure yet.

- I suppose I came from nothing

and now I'm back there
with nothing.

- He wouldn't have
killed his own daughter.

She was the only thing he loved

apart from his precious farm.

Could he have killed Kemal,

or have we gone back
to Terry for all that?

- It's all in the family, Peter.

-[Peter] Now Megan gets the
farm, what's left of it.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Tweedie?

Yeah.

Right.

I see.

Uh-huh.

Well done, thanks.

That was Tweedie.

She checked with her dad,

he works for the mail.

The plastic bag we found the
money in, it's standard issue,

if you work on the mail.

Barking up the wrong
tree again, Peter.

(dramatic music)

- Where's Kate!?

- She went out, wh,
what's the matter?

What's going on?

- She's gone!

Why'd she give us this?

- Because it confirms what
she was worried about.

There's another witness
still alive.

- Emina!
- What're you talking about,

why'd you want to
speak to Kate!?

- I hope Mum didn't mention
it to anyone, did she?

- Mention what!?

- The little girl
back at our house.

- Yes, she did, she said your
dad was looking after her.

- Here you are, Emina, I
brought you a sandwich.

(phone ringing)

- No answer!

(ominous music)

(car rumbling)

(creaking)

Turn left, we're here.

- Annie?

(dramatic music)

(thudding)
(Bill grunting)

(Bill yelping)

(glass breaking)

(both grunting)

(Dalziel groaning)

-[Peter] Andy!?

What is it!?

- My chest, heart attack.

(phone beeping)

- I need an air ambulance!

Hello!?

Hello!?

Andy!

- All right, you get
on, back to the house.

- Not quite yet.

- Your dad!

You'd never forgive yourself!

(dramatic music)

Get going, you stupid bugger.

- I'll be straight back!

(Dalziel groaning and gagging)

(phone ringing)

(Kate screaming)

(Dalziel gurgling)

(sad string music)

(helicopter whirring)

- Andy!

Stay with me!

Come on, Andy, don't
you give up now!

Breathe, you stupid old sod!

- My mum died when I was born.

-[Peter] I know.

- Every day of my life,

my dad blamed me for that
as if it were my fault.

- Why did you kill your sister?

- She had everything.

The farm, she was
my dad's favorite,

and then she took Martin.

- Martin Wilkie?

- He was the only person
who ever said he loved me.

-[Peter] But he was
married, he had two kids.

- He was in love with me!

He said he were gonna
leave his wife, he told me!

But then she took him!

The one thing I ever had!

- Oh, Kate.

(Kate sobbing)

- Oh.

Seems to have managed
without me, then.

- Just mopping up, sir,
you did the legwork.

We'd best be going.

- Okay.

Oh, Wieldy.

Thanks for the ballroom
dancing mat.

Not much use for it
in here, of course,

but as soon as I'm out,

I'd like to master my
chasse turn action.

- We'll practice
it together, sir.

- I hope you'll be feeling
better, sir.

- Just remember, next
time, I want red grapes,

in a bottle with a cork.

- I'll catch up.

The doctors reckon
you're doing well.

- Aye.

Something on your mind, Peter?

- About what happened
in that field.

You telling me to go on
and leave you like that.

- You had to.

I'm not family, your dad is.

So how are things between you?

- Don't know.

He's all right, at least.

- Don't leave it, Peter.

Your dad won't always
be here to talk to you.

Now, why don't you run along?

There's a nice big nurse
floating about somewhere

wants to give me a bed bath
and I've hidden the sponge.

- How're you feeling?

- I'll be back on the land soon.

- Not soon enough.

You'll need help.

You'll be missing Terry.

- He was a great help.

But, maybe, he didn't have
the strength of character

that you'd expect from a Pascoe.

- I've taken a few
more days off, Dad,

gonna help out around the place.

Don't want you doing
more than you can.

- We could certainly use it.

(peaceful string music)