All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S08E03.Great.Escapes.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

First call
for Church Streets,

anyone in the area, I need a
first call for Church Streets.

- No network coverage?

What do you bloody mean
no network coverage?

- Hello?

Peter?

- What do you want, Andy?

- My car's knackered,
my mobile's not working,

and I'm stuck in a
phone box at the ass end

of nowhere, you'll have
to come and get me, Peter.

- Call the breakdown
people, I'm busy.

- Busy doing what, I'm
standing here in full tartan,

hypothermia is setting in,

and my tranklements
are frozen solid.

- Where are you?

- Skelsby Moor.

That's 40 miles away.

- You can do it in half an
hour if you put your foot down.

- Sorry, Andy, no way, call
a cab, find a local to help.

- Peter.
- Night, Andy.

- Peter, you selfish sod!

- Why are you dressed
like a girl?

Why are you
dressed like a boy?

- I'm not.

What's your name?

- Nicki, I live here,
that's Bobby, what's yours?

- Andy.

- Do you like dogs, Andy?

- Well, I prefer them
without the fangs.

- That's a Barguest,
it's a local legend.

He brings death and misfortune
to people.

- Well, that's nice.

- He only takes revenge
on evil-doers, so.

- Oh, I must remember to
mind my manners, then.

Oh, hey, don't you
cheek the customers, Nicki.

- Oh, hey, Bobby, goodnight.

- Night, love.

- Hey, put him down, you
don't know where he's been.

Hey, Mike, Sally can't get away

* Sally, Sally, pride
of our alley *

- Are you serving, love?

Yeah.

- A single malt as it comes,
and make it a double, please.

- No problem, a bad night?

- My car broke down
a mile up the road,

can't get anybody to come out,

it's real brass monkey
weather out there.

- Ah, we'll soon warm you up.

- Do you do rooms here?
- Aye, a few.

Any chance
of one for tonight?

- Eh, we're pretty busy.

- Number nine's free,
Mike, 32 pounds,

excluding breakfast, but
the room is small, mind.

- Anyway I could get my
head down would be a bonus.

- I'll get someone
to make the bed up.

- Get Kerry, thanks.

- In that case, I'll
have another single malt,

a large one, please.

- Send me another round
when you're ready, Sal.

She's all right, our
Sally, isn't she?

- She is all right, yeah.

- You passing through?

You've not been dipping cheap
in that getup, I take it.

- Charity do on the coast, on
my way back to Wetherton, you?

- Well, you could
call me an ex-pat.

My family all came from Skelsby,
my gran still lives local,

I have my own poultry
business about 20 miles east.

- A long way to come for a pint.

- Oh, no, I'm up here with
friends, come for the fishing.

Hey, Sal?

- Poultry business
must be doing well.

- Oh, I scratch a living,
here, love.

You keep that on the
bar for later.

- All right.

- Ta, love.

Word of advice, you're
not pulling that.

Go on, tell 'em what
your job is,

it's a joke in itself is, that.

Works for me, this Frank, seven
year now, go on, tell 'em.

- At the moment,

I'm inseminating turkeys.

- Does his wife know?

- Bad eh? And the pay is
chicken feed.

- Come and have a word,
we'll be in the kitchen.

What's that about?

- Keep calm, Trevor,
no need to panic.

- Best find out what's going on.

- Take it easy, will you, don't
want to startle the horses.

Mike?

Is there trouble?

- Charlie's escaped from prison.

You're joking,
aren't you?

- I'm splitting my
sides here, aye.

- Was he coming this way?

- They don't know, we'll have
to call it off for the night.

- It's too late now,
everyone's heading on.

- There's a police helicopter
searching the whole area.

- We can take precautions,
I'm looking

to make a proper
killing tonight.

- That's not the only
consideration here.

Look, it's too risky
with all these--

- You follow the
sport, eh, Mike?

- You got a problem?

- There's a prisoner escaped,

they think he might
be out on the moor.

Creep forward
and see what they're doing,

but for heaven's sake, don't
let them know they're watched.

- You should have been
in bed ages ago,

and you shouldn't
be watching that.

- But it's only a film.

Well, switch
it off now.

- Do you think that
man was cursed, Nan?

- Well, of course not, love,

they're just stories
to frighten people.

Come on, let's get you
into bed, come on.

- That room's ready when
you want it, Mr. Dalziel.

- Okay, thank--

- You vicious cow!
- That's what you get

for going near my
husband, you little slag.

- I was only talking to him.

- Oh, yeah, and the rest?

- Get off, Tracy, will you?

- And you're no better.

- For god's sake, girl!

- Get off, I said get off me!

- We got it all in Skelsby, eh?

Cat fights, escaped--

Time to drink up now.

- Poor old Sal, eh,

it's better than watching
the soaps, isn't it?

- Give it a rest, will you?

- Looks like you're having
a worse night than me, love.

Another double, and
whatever you're having.

- Oh, thanks.

- My name's Andy.

- Thanks, Andy.

- Hope the bloke that you're
fighting over was worth it.

- No, he's not,

but I'm not gonna be sticking
around this door much longer,

anyway, Mr. Henshaw said
he's gonna get me a job,

he owns a few clubs in Leeds.

- I'd recommend sleeping on a
decision like that one, love.

Right. Time
to hit the road.

- You're not stopping, then?

- No, off to the lake
for a bit of eel fishing.

It's grand down there
on a full moon,

isn't that right, Frank?
- Aye.

- So I'll bid you good night.

- Night.

- I might come along later.

All right, all right.

Are we off or
what, where have you been?

Oh, come on, Frank--

Hey, Sally, come here.

Have you seen Sally?

No.

- I do need some help
with these breakfasts.

- Well, the lads won't want
any, they've already left.

Well, they
might have said.

- It doesn't make
any difference.

- It's all extra cash, Mike,

we need every penny,
you could at least--

- Look, don't start
now, Jess, okay?

- Marilyn called in sick, look,
can you pick Tom up at 3:00?

Thanks, Mom, see you
later, sorry I'm late.

Where is he, I need
at least one cup

of coffee before I face
the wrath of Khan.

- Relax, Spike, he broke down
on his way home last night,

he'll be hours yet.

- Thank you.

Do you see the news,
a Cat-A prisoner

from Welbeck went AWOL on
Skelsby Moor last night.

- Do we know him, the prisoner?

- Not on our patch, it
wasn't back then, anyway.

- I wonder if he's bumped
into Andy in his kilt yet.

- Oh, not a rugby man, then?

- I'm a girl, Nan says
rugby's dangerous, anyway.

You look terrible, your
eyelids are all puffy,

your skin's sagging.

- Haven't you got any
friends you could be rude to?

- Well, Bobby's my best friend.

- I'm better looking than Bobby.

- All right, sweetheart, all
right, it's now or never,

if you want that
lift to your car.

- All right, okay.

She's not backward in coming
forward, your Nicki, is she?

She's a straight
talker, right enough.

You can say that
again, is she your daughter?

Granddaughter.

Parents not about?

No, did you just
throw the break down, did you?

Yeah, a bit on
the way, so they say.

The fishermen left
early this morning.

Aye, along
here, is this?

Yeah, down here
somewhere, yeah.

What's going on here?

Don't know.

Sir, sir, help!

What's he want?

- I need help, please!

Could you help, there's
someone down there, a girl.

Where?

- Over there.

Oh, no.

We'd
better call the police.

- There's no need.

They said
she'd been savaged,

could have been by a big cat,

you hear about them roaming
on the moors.

It's highly unlikely.

- Well, it's not impossible,

since the Endangered Species
Act, it's illegal to--

- It's still highly unlikely.

- So you're buying
the pints, then,

when it turns out I'm right?

- I don't know who's more
trouble to work with, you or
Andy.

- Flattery will get you
nowhere with me, sir.

It's Mel Gibson.

- He could have shaved his legs,

the socks are particularly
fetching.

Oh, he doesn't look happy.

- No, he'll cheer up now
he's got a body to deal with.

Did you get
stuck in second gear?

Trousers.

- Good of you to come
all this way, Peter.

- I was otherwise engaged,
it's nearly 40 miles,

and it was 11 o'clock
when you rang.

- 36 miles, actually,
and it was 10:17.

- What have we got?

- Sally Craig, barmaid in the
pub I stayed in last night.

20 years old, a nice kid,
well, she was, anyway.

She's taken quite a blow
to the back of the head.

- Did you talk to her?

- Well, there was a
set-to last night

over the landlord's son, Paul,

Sally came up worse
than the wife.

- Crime of passion, then.

- Jealousy, you're lost.

- Well, I reckon young
Sally was attracting plenty

of both in the bar last night.

There was seven or eight
blokes staying,

went off eel fishing by
moonlight at some local lake,

left first thing, we'll
need details.

- Okay, what's done
all this to her,

these bites on her
neck and chest?

Foxes, probably,
scavengers.

- We'll need Ashurst
to take a look in situ.

- Yeah, um,

I'd avert your eyes, Spike,
I reckon you've seen enough

to put you off your dinner
for one night.

- I suppose you've heard about
the escaped prisoner, sir?

- He was local, apparently.

- Yeah, there was a PC,
came in the pub last night,

the landlord mentioned
something, was he dangerous?

- Murdered his wife,
name of Walker.

- Nicki, love, can you
come here a minute?

Granddad and I need
to talk to you.

What's it about?

- Come here, pet.

It's about your dad, sweetheart.

Now, your Nan and me thought
it would be better coming

from us than hearing
it from somebody else.

He's escaped from prison.

Come here, Nicki.

- Why's he escaped,
is he coming here?

- No, no, he wouldn't
do that, love.

- And your Nan wants you and
Bobby to stay in for now.

- But--

- No, I'm serious, Nick,
I don't want you

on that moor with or
without Bobby until,

until it's safe, all right?

- Okay.

You promise?

- Okay.

Yeah.

Get off
me, just get off me!

Look, just let me go,
honest.

Look, I want to speak to my
daughter, speak to Nicki, Nicki!

Get off me, get off
me, let me go now.

- She would go in straight

to Paul's after we've
finished the session,

"Get an answer out of him one
way or another," she said.

- Okay, thanks, love.

- I want criminal records checks

on all the staff and guests,
including the fishermen,

and we'll need that incident
room set up.

- Should be a laugh
with no mobiles working.

- We're not employed to have
a laugh, come on, Peter.

Mr. and Mrs. Pitman,
this is Inspector Pascoe.

We need to ask you
some questions.

- Sure.

- We understand Sally
lived here above the bar,

we'll need to search her
room, and did she have a car?

- Yeah, a little old red Fiesta,
should be round the back.

- Any idea who was the
last person to see her?

Probably you, Mike.

- I suppose so, yeah.

I was, closed the bar
just after you'd gone up,

Sally went to her room, I
got to bed about half 1:00.

- You didn't go fishing with
Henshaw and the rest, then?

- No, I was, I was
too tired by then.

- The prisoner who escaped
last night was your son-in-law.

- He murdered my daughter,
was it him,

do you think he killed Sally?

- Well, it's too early to
be sure of anything yet.

What about the trial?

- What about it?

- Sally was the main
witness for the prosecution.

She was just a kid then,
she lived with her mom,

next door to Kate and Charlie.

She'd heard them arguing the
night that she disappeared.

- When the sentence was read
out in court, he went berserk,

he said he'd pay
her back one day.

- No.

- Any progress, doc?

- I think so.

Quite a puzzler,
though, this one.

At the outset, it looked
like she died

of that nasty hematoma,
bang to the head,

probably caused by
being pushed or falling,

rather than a blow, by the way,
and that's not inconsistent

with the pattern of
bruising on her forearms,

which suggests she
struggled violently

with someone shortly
before death.

- Any sign of sexual assault?

- Not sure as yet,

I've just examined her
superficial wounds,

it's cold out there.

I'm fairly certain

that those animal bites were
sustained before she was dead

and hidden, not afterwards,
and someone,

or something else, pulled
her out again.

- Wanted her found, you mean?

It looks like it.

- So what's the puzzle?

- I won't be sure of that
til I get it back to the lab,

but from the blood loss
and other signs,

I'd say it was about 50/50
whether it was the head injury

that killed her, or whether
she was mauled to death.

- By what?

- Not a fox, that's for
sure, those tears were made

by something pretty
monstrous, great big canines.

- What's got into them, eh?

Listen, do you want to
go and finish off?

What do you want?

- A word with you and your wife.

- Tracy's away at her brother's,
stormed off last night,

came back this morning to give
me a big of a rag, you know.

- Is that how you got
those scratches?

- No, it was one of the dogs.

What do you want to
talk to me about?

- The test match, you
and Sally Craig,

I assume you've heard
she's dead.

- Look, we saw each other
two or three times is all,

I broke it off weeks ago.

- What went on last night?

- Sally was stirring it.

- Did she come here after
work last night?

- Who told you that?

No, never saw her after
me and Tracy left the pub.

- I saw you in the car
park half an hour later

with Sally and the fishermen.

- Yeah, no, I forgot, no,

I came back to see my
dad about something.

- What something?

- A bit of business.

Then what did you do?

- I went home on my own.

- And stayed put the
rest of the night?

- Yeah.

- Do you keep some
big dogs here?

- So?

- We think Sally was
attacked by a big dog,

may even have been
what killed her.

- No, none of these would
do anything like that.

- Ask your wife to
give us a call.

What do you reckon?

- Well, he's got no alibi,
maybe she came down,

found him in the kennels,
they argued,

and one of the dogs
went for her.

- No, I got the impression
Sally had changed her mind

about Paul, given it
up as a bad job,

she was more interested
in getting away from here.

Give us your car keys.

- What for?

- I'm digging holes to China,

driving, what else
would you think?

- It's my car, Andy.

- "It's my car, Andy."

- I'm leaving hope you'll
grow up one of these days.

Hello, hello?

Mrs. Tetley?

It's Julie, with your dinner.

Mrs. Tetley?

Are you there?

Are you on the toilet?

Mrs. Tetley?

- Any other stretches
of water around here?

- Not according to the map.

- So this is where our band

of merry men went fishing last
night, if they were fishing.

You know, I didn't
notice any rods

and tackle when they packed
up to leave this morning.

- Well, they must
be avid followers

of the country code
if they were here,

it's strange there's no sign,

no beer bottles, no tire tracks.

- Everything's strange
around here, come on.

Is this you on top
of things, Spike?

- Don't give me a
hard time, sir,

I'm doing my best in
bad circumstances.

- Any word from forensics
or the search team?

- Yeah, there might be if I
get the bloody phones working.

- DS Milligan.

Deep pan what, wrong
number, mate.

- Come on.

Don't open the door.

- Don't panic.

- Give me a good reason why not.

- You can come out, you know,

they only attack coppers
in uniform.

- DI Pascoe, Trevor Nesbitt.
- Hello.

- Are you coming in?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, I heard about
Sally, terrible business.

- Aye, we'd like a word
with Frank, if he's here.

- Aye, he's in with turkeys,
I'll walk you through.

Hey, put the dogs in
for us Terry, will you?

- How was the fishing
last night?

Oh, no great shakes.

Got nothing
for the pot?

- Not this time, you'll
have to dip your feet.

Frank!

The police are here to
see us about Sally.

Mr. Fyley?

Trevor tells us your trip

to the lake was a
bit of a washout.

- Nothing much biting.

- Can you tell us what
time you arrived there,

and when you got back?

- We got down there about 12:30.

- We left early, though,
didn't we, Frank, yeah.

- That's right.

- Had a few drinks to
keep our spirits up,

but got cold eventually, packed
up, went back to the inn.

- What time was that?

- Well, it must have
been about half 4:00.

Anyone see
you coming in?

- Mike gives us a key
to the back door,

so we don't need,
like, letting in.

- So neither of you saw
Sally Craig after you left

the inn last night, she
didn't turn up where you were?

- No, nothing like that.

- What was going on with
Sally and your mate,

Henshaw, is it, in the
carpark last night?

- Oh, just a bit of flirting,
not serious.

She was trying to make
poor old Paul jealous.

- You left the pub
early this morning?

- Aye, we soon digested
his ale, eh, Frank?

No, I was up for
the full English.

- I didn't notice any fishing
tackle, rods, all the like.

- No bloody fishing for
eels with a line,

Mr. Dalziel, a decent torch

and a net's all you need
to catch them creatures.

- Helicopter spotted it
down a gully on the moor.

Found it on the backseat.

- She wasn't a folder, then.

- It fits in with what
I found in her room,

she left her perfume and stuff.

- All right, then someone's
gone to a lot of trouble

to make it look like Sally
packed up and left last night.

- And if Ashurst's right,

someone else didn't want
it left that way.

- I can't see Walker
managing all this on his own,

stashing the body, and the
car, packing up her clothes.

- So maybe he's got
an accomplice?

- Barguest.

Mike.

- What, what are you
doing ringing here?

For god's sake, Charlie,
man, you've gone mad.

Listen,
there's no one else,

Mike, you've got to meet me.

I can't do that, man,

the place is crawling
with police.

- Just do it, listen
to me, you do exactly

what I ask, I'll
call you tomorrow

and tell you where,
listen, I swear to you,

if you don't help me, I'll
come and take what's mine.

Nicki?

- Coming, Nan.

- If you're not doing
your project,

can you put it away, love?

Yes.

- Good girl.

No news from the police
about Charlie?

- No.
- I just want him caught.

- Aye.
- Look, I'll be in the bar.

- Can I go out yet?

- No, not yet, love,
there's been an accident.

What sort
of an accident?

- With Sally.

- What sort of an accident?

Well, we're
not sure yet.

- Is she dead, did the Barguest
hurt her, I had a dream.

- I know, your Nan told me,

there's no such thing
as a Barguest.

He only
hurts bad people.

Are you frightened

of Dad?

- No, I'm not frightened, and
you shouldn't be frightened,

either, your dad loved
you, he wouldn't hurt you,

I can promise you that, Nick.

- He hurt my mom.

- Right, I'm off to Mike's
to settle our account.

- You should stay clear, Trev.

- I don't see why.

- We've just had
the police here.

- I've naught to worry
about, have I?

Mr.
Nesbitt, phone for you,

social services,
about your gran.

- I got to my brother's at 1:00,

I had a cup of tea,
and went to bed.

- Where does your brother live?

- Tillet's Farm, 10
miles from here.

But I'd never hurt
her, not seriously.

- Gave her quite a slap,
from what I've heard.

- It was hardly anything,

I've walloped Paul a
lot harder than that.

I'd had a few vodkas, she
was trying it on with him.

She deserved that much.

- Okay, Tracy, that
will do for now, thanks.

- What did Tracy have
to say for herself?

- I wouldn't want to
get on the wrong side

of her and a few vodkas,
she's got an alibi,

I don't think she's involved.

- What about the CRO check?

- Only one name came up, Keith
Henshaw, he owns a part share

in the greyhound track
outside Weatherton.

- Barnesbridge, that must
be where I've seen him.

- He also owns a couple
of dodgy clubs in Leeds,

got investigated about
four years ago

for procuring underage girls,
no charges were brought.

- No sightings of Walker?

- No, not yet, some
food was stolen

from a freezer last nigh
about five miles away,

it could have been him.
- That was the lab.

Ashurst found some blood
on Sally's skirt

that isn't hers, we're
checking it now.

Also he's found some
more bruising,

he now says he thinks she
was sexually assaulted.

- Take a seat.

Do you want a coffee?

- No, ta, we've got a long.

Tell us about you
and Sally Craig.

- Nothing to tell.

Didn't look
like that last night.

- Well, she's an
attractive girl.

We all like an attractive
girl, don't we?

- She said you'd offered
her a job.

- Well, I might have mentioned
something a few weeks back.

So when did
you last see her?

- Last night, after we
left to go fishing,

she was outside, having a smoke.

- And?

- And nothing.

- You had words with
her, I saw you.

- Well, then, you'll know that's
what they were, just words.

- That's not what the
forensics says,

there was evidence she'd
been sexually assaulted.

- Well, that had nothing
to do with me.

- You were all over
her at the bar.

- Didn't touch her.
- If you offered her a job,

maybe there was something
you wanted in return.

- I said I didn't harm the girl.

- I'm not buying much of
this so far, Mr. Henshaw.

I doubt you were catching
eels last night,

I feel sure there was
something going on between you

and Sally before you
left the pub, I'm looking

to charge someone with murder
here, perhaps you'd prefer

to talk at a police
station, under caution.

- All right, I'll tell
you what happened.

We weren't going fishing, we
had a bit of lamping planned,

got the cars, a few fast
dogs, got out on the moors,

caught the hares
in the headlamps.

- Set the dogs on
them, take bets on

which one gets there first,
tears it apart, am I right?

It's not my kind of
thing, and it's illegal.

Go on.

- Sally told me she had
a mind to come with us,

fancied a bit of fun, I said
I'd meet her down at the lake

in an hour, after the
bar had closed,

take her down wherever we were,
an hour later, I turned up,

she didn't.

End of story.

- Maybe, maybe not.

Don't leave the country,
Mr. Henshaw,

we might want to talk
to you again.

She could have gone

to Paul Pitman's after
Henshaw left her.

- She could have gone anywhere,

Henshaw could be lying
about her not turning up.

He said he had dogs with him,

one of them could
have attacked her.

- Lurchers and greyhounds
are bred for speed,

though, aren't they, they're
not particularly aggressive.

Mike Pitman must have known
what they were really up to.

- And Paul, I reckon, he
was probably with 'em.

Maybe she
bumped in Charlie Walker.

- Out walking his killer dog?

- Maybe we should talk
to all the others,

see if they corroborate
Henshaw's story.

- A tenner says Henshaw's
on the blower right now,

making sure of it.

- Thanks for coming so swiftly,

I'll come down to the
parlor in the morning.

- I'm ever so sorry,
Trevor, love.

- Oh, thanks, Mrs. S.

- A bite to eat, love?

- Cheers, I best start
on some clearing.

- Well, there's no
hurry, is there?

- Well, you know the
council, they'll be wanting

to move someone in
before Gran's cold.

- Come round if you need out.
- Will do.

Bye, love.

Hello?

Keith.

Calling to offer
your condolences?

- Are you winning, Spike?

- I'm managing, how
did it go with Henshaw?

- Oh, he spun some yarn
about illegal hare coursing.

- Was he lying?

- Well, I bet Peter
a tenner on it.

Any word from the lab?

- They've matched the blood
on Sally Craig's skirt

to Charlie Walker's DNA.

- Are they certain?

- DNA doesn't lie.

- Puts him back in
the frame, then.

No news on his whereabouts?

- Local uniform and
many roadblocks

in the area tonight
just in case.

- Well, he's not a ghost,

he's got to be out
there somewhere.

- Well, he's from around here,

he probably knows plenty
of places to hide.

This is his file,
it just arrived,

I've had a quick look through,

and there's one interesting
detail

which nobody bothered
to mention to us.

They never found the
body, Walker was convicted

on forensics, and Sally
Craig's testimony alone.

- All right.

Well, there's not that
more we can do tonight,

have you found us
somewhere to stay?

- There's a B&B in the village,

but I prefer to get home, so.

- Yeah, me too.

- Well, we can't waste
time going back and forth.

- I'd rather not leave Tom
overnight if I can help it.

- And I've got a date.

You're staying.

- Andy!

- No arguments, that's an order.

What are you doing?

- Going out.

- Where?

- None of your business.

- You have to talk to me, Paul.

- Not now.

- Yes, now.

The police had just told me
Sally was attacked by dogs.

I want to know what you
had to do with it.

- Leave me alone,
will you, Tracy?

I'll leave you
for good is what I'll do,

I'll tell the police.

- You'll say nothing.
- I'll do what I like.

- Well, you liked the
money well enough,

though, didn't you, eh,
well, you're involved now.

- I didn't kill anyone,
though, did I?

- Now you shut your trap!

Do what I tell you,
do you hear me?

- Oh, yeah, or what?

Need a hand?

Oh, thanks, love.

I've gotta
go out for a bit.

Oh, whatever for?

I won't be long.

Charlie is
out there somewhere.

There's something
I've gotta sort out.

Nicki and
I need you here.

For Christ's sake,
I've only got an hour.

Mike, answer me!

- Hey, there's a nice
pub down the road,

I'm off for pie and chips,
are you coming?

- We're going home.

- I've already told you no.

- Some of us have lives
to live, Andy.

- We'll be back at
7:00 tomorrow.

- I may need you before that.

- We're going, I'll
see you in the morning.

- Night, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Good evening.

- Are they all right?

I gave 'em a shot.

- Well, I found somewhere
to keep 'em for now.

- What are we all doing here?

- I could have brought the
animals straight to you.

- We shouldn't even
be risking it

with the police everywhere.
- Shut up, Frank.

- So?

- I've had a visit from Dalziel,

he told me that someone tried
to rape Sally last night.

- What?

- And they found the
car this afternoon.

- I told you it wasn't
even safe down there.

- What other choice did we have?

- You should have stopped
the fights months ago,

I warned you it was
getting out of hand.

Look, we've
all done well out of this.

- Who's we?

You brought her here
in the first place.

- She didn't come with me,

I arranged the lift
for her is all.

- You were told to keep
the women out of it.

- It wasn't me who couldn't
keep his trousers zipped up,

as far as Sally was concerned.

- Oh, are you accusing me?

- Calm down, Paul.

- Steady, lads, Mike is
right, there's no point

in starting a battle over this,

there were 20 odd blokes
here last night,

it could have been
any one of 'em.

We did the only thing we
could in the circumstances.

- Wouldn't have happened
in the first place

if Keith here hadn't
have kept a wounded dog

in that room untethered.

- Nobody knew Sally was
gonna go in there.

- I told you once, Paul, it
had nothing to do with me.

- Or me.

- Or any of us, too
busy enjoying the sport.

- Yeah, well, it's not
sport now, is it, Trevor?

We agreed, when we cleared
this mess up,

that even if they found
her, they had nothing

to go on but the bites,
well, that's changed now.

Dalziel wants to charge
someone with the murder,

and I'm telling you all, here
and now, it's not gonna be me.

- So what do you suggest,
we look for a scapegoat?

- Could have been Charlie,
he's out there somewhere,

he knows the place well enough.

- You disappeared off
that night, I remember.

- So did Trevor, and
you were coming

and going half the bloody night.

- Oh, look, come on,
whatever happened to Sally,

it's done, there's nothing
we can do about it.

Just stick with your stories.

- And what then, eh, Mike,

just hope Dalziel gets
fed up, walks away?

- What?

I told you I might need you.

- Yeah, all right.

- All right, I haven't been
all right since I got stuck

in this place, in there.

Two women in two days.

- Aye, but not just any woman.

- Well, who is it?

- You'd know if you'd been
here doing your homework.

Kate Walker, Nicki's Mom,

who, as far as we know, has
been dead for seven years.

Good evening, doc.

- It's morning, actually.

- Sorry to get you out of bed.

- No, you're not.

- Have you got the
cause of death?

- Asphyxia, caused by
compression of the throat,

leading to respiratory
failure, she was strangled.

When?

- Ah, that's trickier,
she'd been frozen, you see.

Notice the mold growing
around the nostrils,

and the freezer burns.

- I owe you one on me.

- Can we tell how long
she's been frozen for?

- No, but I've be able to
establish roughly how old she
is,

or was, when she died,
I'd say 25 to 30, tops.

- How old was she when
she disappeared?

- 28.

- So someone's kept her in
a freezer all this time?

- Is there any way of telling
if they were both killed

by the same man?

- Another tough one, from
the bruising on the bodies,

I'd say both women struggled
with someone before death,

and both were sexually
assaulted.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, but only girl
number two, Walker,

was actually raped,
you'll be pleased

to hear I've managed to
get you a semen sample.

We should have some
DNA results later.

- Maybe my luck's changing,
you can go back to bed now.

- Morning.

You leaving that?

- Heart attack on a plate.

- So what do we do next?

- Trying to work out why
Charlie Walker would rape

and kill his wife, stick
her in a freezer,

and then get her out
so many years later,

after he'd killed Sally Craig.

- There's no proof it's
the same killer, is there?

- And no way of knowing
if any evidence

against Charlie Walker from
the original case stands up.

- Some of it's consistent,
we know they were supposed

to have had an argument
that night,

and there was blood on the bed.

- No evidence of a rape, though.

- A rape and a murder, I
can just about deal with,

but the rest of it just
don't make sense.

- If murder made sense, we'd
all be out of a job, Spike.

- Assuming the same man killed
both women, for a moment,

whether it was Walker or not,
it narrows the field a lot.

- To someone who was
there on both occasions,

Paul Pitman must have
been, and Walker,

and Mike Pitman, but
he was alibied by Jess.

- Well, I can't see Paul
Pitman raping his own sister.

- They weren't the other people

in Skelsby that night, though.
- Who else?

- Trevor Nesbitt, he was staying

at The Barguest the night Kate
disappeared, do some digging,

Spike, I want to know
a bit more, I wonder,

run a financial check on him,
Henshaw, and the Pitmans.

- What are you thinking?

- Someone's been making a
lot of illegal money out

of their nighttime shenanigans,

Sally must have known
something about it.

Well, maybe that night
she found out more

than was safe, for them, or her.

Thanks
for coming, Mike.

- Charlie?

- What, don't you recognize me?

- Well, I reckon seven
years in prison's enough

to change anybody,
you're gonna get caught,

you know that, don't you?

- Well, I haven't
managed it yet.

- Sally Craig's dead, they
think you're maybe the killer.

- I never killed anybody,
but I know the man that did.

I was out here night
before last, remember?

My first night of freedom,
recognized this old jeep

of yours, I saw you stop,

but I didn't realize
what was going on,

not til I pulled her out
of those rocks, anyway.

- All right, all
right, all right,

I put her there, but I didn't
kill her, I swear to you.

- Don't explain it to
me, beyond caring,

I won't tell a soul, as
long as you get the money

that I'm owed, and Nicki.

- I haven't got your money.

- Seven grand, what
Trevor owes me,

plus my share of the
last winnings,

and I want to see Nicki today.

I'm gonna take my chances,
you can take yours.

- Morning, Jess, is,
is Mike around?

- No, he's got--
- I'm here.

Well, I thought
you were going

to the cash and carry.

- Shall we sit down?

- Okay.

- We found another
woman last night.

- Oh, no.

- We, we believe it's your
daughter, Mrs. Pitman.

- Can you,

are you sure?

- We'll have to arrange
a formal identification,

there's not a lot
of doubt, though.

Not now, love.

- After all these years, you
surely can't be positive.

- Well, there are special
techniques we can employ
nowadays,

as Andy says, there's
no real doubt.

- I'm sorry, love, I
know it's not easy

to hear after all this time.

- Do you know what happened,
how she died?

- We're still collecting
evidence,

but we should be able to
establish exactly what happened,

and who was responsible.

- Charlie killed her,
we know that much.

- We can't be certain
of that now, Jess.

Look, if there's anything
we can do,

anything you need, just
ask, all right?

Obviously we'll leave it up
to you, how you tell Nicki.

Will you get that, Peter?

- Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, no, I'll
let him know.

- Excuse us a minute.

- Make sure they're okay.

- What's up?

- That was Ashurst,
we've got a problem.

The semen sample they got

from Kate Walker's body
didn't contain any sperm,

no sperm means low copy
DNA, which means no results,

well, not for months, anyway.

- Well, that counts
out Charlie Walker,

we know he wasn't firing blanks,
there's Nicki to prove it.

- Well, unless he had a
vasectomy after Nicki was born.

- Yeah, that's a point,
even if he didn't, I mean,

it still only counts him out
for the rape, not the murder.

- Anyway, looks like
we're stuck,

we can't access medical records,

and we can't ask every relevant
male for a semen sample.

- I want to get Spike up here,

- I want to get Spike up here,
I reckon the Pitmans could
do with some support,

I reckon the Pitmans could
do with some support,

and we need to try and pin down
where Kate's body was kept,

and why it was moved.

- What, search every
freezer in the area?

- Police work, Peter.

Good morning, sir,

do you mind if we have
a look in your back?

Where are
you going now?

- The bank.

Why?

- Put the till money in.

- I cashed up yesterday,
there's hardly anything there.

- Do I have to account to you
for everything I do nowadays?

Mike.

- What?

- I want to talk
to you, I'd like,

I need something from you,
I'd like to know how you feel.

We've spent seven years
waiting for news, hoping.

- I've told you, there was
never any point in hoping.

- How can you say that?

I was her mother.

I couldn't just give up.

- If I've told you once,
I've told you 100 times,

sometimes you've got to
shut the book in life,

you've got to get on
with your own life.

- It's easy enough for
you to say, isn't it?

She wasn't your daughter,
you just shut the book,

and it's over, your whole
life's a closed book.

- Don't start with me!

- You never really were
like a father to her.

- Listen--

- You never really
cared about Kate.

It broke Paul's heart
when his sister died,

you didn't help him, you
didn't give him anything,

you didn't give me anything.

- I loved Kate, I wanted
to be a father to her,

for god knows how many years,
I tried to be a father to her,

she wouldn't accept me,
and you're no better,

shutting me out,
taking her side,

always defending her,
and Paul, he's.

- He's what?

He's what, Mike?

- Nothing.

- Oh, what's the point?

It's too late.

Too late for everything.

- Look, Jess.

- Just leave me alone now--

Listen.

- What are you doing up here?

I've seen Charlie.

- You what?

I don't believe you.

- He wants the money
you owe him.

- Your problem, Mike, not mine.

- And I want to know what
you think you're doing.

- My grandmother
just passed away,

I'm clearing out her house.

- Don't mess me around!

- You've lost me.

- Is it a visitor, does he
want a cup of tea, Trevor?

- Don't play games
with me, Trevor.

- Or what, what are you
gonna do about it?

- I'm not letting you
get away with this.

- You haven't got a lot
of choice, have you, Mike?

Trevor?

- It's all right, Mrs.
S, he's not stopping.

- How did the Pitmans
take the news?

Well, okay, just
about, anything for us?

- Financial checks just came
through, Nesbitt's interesting,

before he bought his
current business,

he was a credit write-off,
one or two failed ventures.

In 1993, he had to
sell his house

to pay off the loans he'd
stacked up, and then in 1996,

everything changed, he
bought his business,

and he's been raking
in the cash ever since.

- What about the Pitmans?

- Opposite story, they've had

to remortgage The Barguest
twice in the past six years,

all their savings are gone.

Oh, and Mike Pitman withdrew
2,000 pounds

in cash about an hour ago.

- Well, it could be wages.
- Sir?

It's the search team,
they've found something.

- Quite a setup.

- A setup for what?
- Dog fighting.

I saw something like
this once before in Bradford.

- What's all this, then?

Some kind of
tranquilizer, probably.

- Yeah, sometimes they
chain the dogs,

close enough to wound,
but not so close

that one of them can
quickly overpower the other.

He improves the sport.

Sir?

- That's the pattern on the
skirt Sally Craig was wearing.

- I think I've seen enough.

- So where do you want
to start, Henshaw?

- Frank Fyley, he hasn't
got the bottle

to hold out on us as
much as the rest of them.

My God Frank, you've been busy.

Is Trevor about?

- No, his grandmother
died yesterday,

he's at the undertaker's,
making the arrangements.

Oh, good, 'cause it's
you we're anxious to talk to.

- How's Nicki doing?

- I haven't had the heart
to tell her yet.

Mike thinks I'm wrong, but.

- I've got a little
boy, I can't imagine

where I'd even start,
it must be really hard

for both of you, coping
with what's happened.

- All those years, I dreamed
she was still alive somewhere.

Now there's nothing,
no hope, even.

Can,

is there anything you
can tell me about Kate,

about how she died?

- We're still following
up on our inquiries.

- It's just all these
years I've waited,

I've never really known
what she went through.

- I think it's best if
you speak to Mr.--

- She was my daughter, Sergeant.

Sorry.

It, it's the not, not
knowing, it's like torture,

it's worse than anything,
please.

- There's new evidence,

well, we're not sure now
if Charlie killed her.

- Of course he did, he used
to slap her when he was drunk,

even after Nicki was born.

- Do you know if Charlie
had a vasectomy after Nicki?

- No, oh, I'm sure he
didn't, not the sort of man,

what's this got to
do with anything?

- I'm not sure I should
be doing this.

I need to know, please.

- There's evidence that
Kate was raped, Jess,

and we've just heard
from the pathologist

that whoever raped
her was sterile.

The Barguest,
oh, yes, it's for you.

- Thanks, DS Milligan.

- Been to a dog fight recently?

- No.

- That's odd, because
we're fairly certain

that's where you were
the night before last

with your friends, Trevor,
and Keith, and the rest.

- We were hare coursing.

- I could understand your
reluctance to be frank, Frank.

A lot of dirty money
involved in dog fighting,

thousands bet, and some
of the prize dogs go

for racehorse prices,
so I'm told.

Nasty form of entertainment,
if you ask me.

- And highly illegal.

I couldn't tell you.

- Did Sally Craig turn
up with Henshaw to watch?

- Or perhaps she followed
you down there.

Either way, she turns up,
and someone wants a bit

of fun with her, things
get out of hand,

she runs into trouble with one
of your dogs, and suddenly,

you've got a dead body on
your hands, am I getting warm?

We've been down at
the farm, Frank,

we've got scientists all
over it, picking up evidence,

it's only a matter of time
before I've got proof,

who was it that lost
control of himself?

- I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know.

Not me, it weren't me.

- Who found the body
in the outhouse?

- Can't remember.

- Who found the body, Frank!

- It was Trevor.

- Spike, why aren't
you at the Pitmans?

- The list of vehicles checked

through at the roadblocks
came in.

- What am I looking for?

- There, house clearance
van, went through

about an hour ago, having
picked up some unwanted items

from a Mrs. May Tetley, a
place called Staley Bank,

about two miles from here.
- What about it?

- The customer's name on the
sheet was Trevor Nesbitt,

May Tetley's his grandmother,
she died yesterday.

- Pretty fast to get
the removals men in.

- Trace the van, see what was
collected, where it's gone.

- I already did that,
sir, it's a junk shop

in a little place
called Stoneburr,

the van dropped off
various items for sale,

including a large second-hand
freezer in working condition.

- Have you got something?

- A hair, we'll have to
get to the lab to be sure,

be he reckons it's a match.

- Oh,

hello, I'm Detective
Superintendent Dalziel,
Weatherton,

CID, this is Inspector
Pascoe, is Mr. Nesbitt about?

- He's sorting out
May's funeral,

he's due back any minute now,

I've just popped in
from next door to help.

You don't think somebody
killed her, do you?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, it's,
it's just a routine visit.

Can we come in?

- I'm nearly finished,
Nan, come and see.

- That's great, Nick, your
teacher should be really
pleased.

- Do you think Mom saw the
Barguest before she died?

- You don't want to
think about that, love.

- If she was bad,

it might have been the
Barguest that killed her.

- Your mom wasn't bad, and
the Barguest isn't real,

Nicki, it's like witches,
and ghosts,

it's something out of
people's imaginations.

Your mom was very cross with
your dad about something,

and he got angry back,
that's what happened.

- But it was granddad
Mom was cross with.

- What do you mean?

Granddad loved your mom.

- I heard them, I woke
up, and I heard them.

The night Mom went away,
she was really angry.

I looked out the window,
Mom and Granddad.

They were fighting, she
was really angry.

What is it, Nan?

Where's Mike, Kerry?

- I don't know, Mrs. Pitman,
I've hardly seen him all day.

- Okay.

Here I am.

Talk away.

- We've just had
a chat with Frank

about what went on at
the derelict barn.

We know you were there,
we know Sally was there,

and we know she died
there, in the outhouse.

Got anything to say about that?

- I'd advise you to answer
truthfully, Mr. Nesbitt.

Lying to us now will only
make things worse later.

- All right.

There was a dog fight
at the farm.

Keith asked Sally to come along,

left a wounded dog
in the outhouse.

I couldn't tell you why
she went in there.

- But you found her?

- I went to look in on the
dog, she were already dead.

- You may have heard,

we found Kate Walker last
night, Jess Pitman's daughter.

You were at The Barguest
the night she disappeared,

is that right?
- I was.

- In his statement at the time,

Mike Pitman said he saw you
go off to bed about 12:45,

a good two hours before
Kate Walker was last seen.

- Can't remember details.
- So in theory,

you could have left the
inn later and killed her?

- Except I didn't.

You were married
once, is that correct?

- Any law against it?

But you were
divorced two years later.

- I don't see how
this is relevant.

We didn't agree on
things is all.

- What about children?

We didn't have any.

- Is that what you
disagreed about?

- I don't understand
what you're getting at.

Are you sterile,
Mr. Nesbitt?

- Oh, come off it.

Answer the
question, please.

- No, I am not sterile.

- Have you had a vasectomy?

- No, I haven't, not that
it's any of your business.

- Kate Walker was raped by
a man with no sperm count,

and she was strangled
two nights ago.

The same man may well have done

the same thing to Sally Craig.

- You're barking up the
wrong tree, Dalziel.

I've sired at least one
child in my lifetime

that I know of, maybe more.

- Can you prove that?

- If I have to, yes.

I didn't kill Sally Craig.

- Maybe not, but you
had a hand in her death.

- You can't prove that,
and I had nothing

to do with Kate Walker's death.

- No?

- No.

- So why did you keep her

in your grandmother's
freezer all this time?

- Come on.

- Stay here, Bobby, good boy.

- When Mike and I were
first married,

he was very keen
to have a child.

I already had Kate,
anyway, we tried

for a couple of years,
and nothing happened.

He got very depressed
about it, it,

it came between us.

There was a man, he stayed
at the inn regularly for

about a year, and he was very
nice to me, we used to talk.

One night, Mike was
away, and we,

well, we, I fell pregnant.

I couldn't,

I let Mike think the
child was his.

Paul was born, and

I never saw the man again.

Did you tell Mike?

- I wanted to, I just, I,

I couldn't tell Mike
or Paul the truth,

it would have destroyed
everything, our marriage,

our whole lives.

- Did you tell Kate?

- The night she died.

I don't even know why,
though.

Kate was furious with Charlie,

talking about leaving him.

She was so black and
white about everything,

always judging people, I,

I just wanted her to see
that life isn't that simple.

The thing is,

Nicki says she saw Mike
with Kate that night.

Nicki says they were arguing.

- Hello, sweetheart, where
are you off to, then?

I was only
going down to Uncle Paul's

to see the puppies, I
wasn't going on the moor.

- Is your Nan still upstairs?

- No, he's gone to the village.

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

- We're having trouble
believing you, Mr. Nesbitt,

I'm sure you can understand why.

- I didn't kill Kate Walker.

- So I'm asking you again, why
did you keep her dead body?

- I was using it for my pension.

- What do you mean, pension?

- Ask Mike Pitman.

Sir?

- Can't it wait?
- I don't think so.

Where are
we going to walk?

- Remember the little huts
where we used to have picnics

under the crag?

- Come on.

- Is that where Dad's hiding?

- He's asked to see you.

- Does Nan know?

- No.

- Or Andy?

- Just us.

- Mike, Nicki?

Nicki, love?

She's gone.

- Where might she go?

- I don't know.

Nicki?

- Kerry, have you seen Nicki?

- She's gone out.

- You were supposed to make
sure she stayed indoors.

- Well, she was with Mike,

I saw them leave in
his car just now.

- Sir, a patrol car's
reported a sighting

of a suspect's Land Rover
heading west towards Kirby
Cross.

All right,
you ready, darling?

Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

- Well, there's no one
in the Land Rover.

There they are.

Now, there's no
need to be frightened.

I won't let anything
happen to you, okay?

- Do you remember me, Nicki?

We used to come here with
your Mom, don't be frightened.

Do you want to come
inside, with your granddad?

- All right.

- Yeah, go on.

I've got your money, two
grand, it's all I could get,

you should make a run
for it now while you can.

Aren't you coming in?

Yeah.

I can't stay, Charlie.
- I know.

Wait a sec, Nick.

I didn't kill your mom,
Nick, I loved her.

We loved each other,

I would never have hurt her.

- You should have looked
after her better, Dad.

- I know, my love.

I should have.

I want you to know, from me--

What was that?

Who are you?

That's Andy,
he's a policeman.

- I didn't tell him!

- He's not lying, Charlie.

Are you gonna
take my dad away?

- We just want to talk

to him down at the police
station, love.

- Well, should I
take Nicki back,

well, my car's only
a couple miles away.

- We'd prefer it if you stay

where you are for
now, Mr. Pitman.

- So what do we do
now, just wait?

- Yeah.

We just wait.

Dad, wait!

- No, Nicki!

Please, Dad, don't go.

- Come on.

- Charlie, wait!

- Just let us go.

- All right, let's stay calm,
you're not gonna get far

with Nicki, why don't
you let her go?

- No, I'm staying with you.

- Don't do anything stupid,
Charlie, we got backup coming.

We can sort all this.
- Stay where you are.

- We know you're innocent,
Charlie,

we know you didn't kill Kate.

- Don't give me that,
I'm not daft.

- It's not a trick.

He's telling the truth.

What?

- Look, we know it wasn't you.

Listen to her, Charlie!

Yeah, so if it
wasn't me, who was it, then?

- Please, trust me,
it's all over,

Charlie, just, just let her go.

- Go to your Nan, Nick.

- No, I want to stay with you--

- Please, Nicki, you
must, I love you.

- Okay, Charlie?

- No, I know, love,
it's all right.

Your dad will be all right.

- Let me take her.

- Yeah, you go with
the sergeant, Nick,

it'll be okay, love.

- Jess--

It was a mistake!

- Was Sally an accident, too?

- No, that was nothing
to do with me,

it was Nesbitt, he told
me it was all his fault,

but he knew I couldn't
say anything.

- Because he had the evidence

to prove you're a rapist
and murderer?

- It was an accident,
man, it was the drink,

I was legless, and so was she.

She kept going on at
me, and going on and on,

saying I was useless,
pathetic, worthless,

sniggering, laughing at me,

'cause I didn't know
that Paul wasn't my son.

- So you raped her?

- I don't know what
happened, and to this day,

I can't remember, I
just flipped, I snapped.

Nesbitt knew what I'd
done, said he'd come round,

sort everything out,
said he'd get rid

of the body on the moor.

- But he didn't, he stuck her
in his old gran's freezer.

- Next year he came around,
and he blackmailed me

for 100 grand, Charlie
had already been picked up

by the police, I've been
paying him ever since,

watching him build
up his business,

seven years, looking
after Jess and Nicki.

I forgave her for what
she did to me.

- Save it for the interview.

- Look, I know what
I did was evil,

I've had seven year to
think about that, man.

- Go on.

Keep walking.