All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S09E07E08.Dust.Thou.Art.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

[electro rock music]

[heels clicking]

Lisa, wait a minute.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa, come on.

[laughing and whooping]

PC Jackson, d'you need a hand?

We're alright, love,
backup's on it's way.

Unless you wanna lift.

We'll give you a lift, love.

[squealing tires]

[ominous music]

[muffled yelling]

Fellas, over here.

Stop, help!

[panting]

[muffled yelling]

[tires squealing]

Oh, for god sake.

[TV Announcer] And his
strength does seem to be

draining away from him.

[grunting]

Oh, that, ooh.

[expels gas]

Well this may be 17th
century and Dutch.

Oh, it is.

It doesn't do much for me.

Oh, come here.

Come and stand here.

Look at the tips of the waves.

It looks like the artist
has put silver

on his brush and blended it in.

[rock music]

Hiya.

How you doing?

I'm good, thanks.

-How are you?
-Yes, I'm fine.

-You look well.
-Thank you.

[lips smacking]

[keys jingling]

Yeah?

-I have to lock up.
-Okay.

* 'Cause I like you

* Yeah I like you

[eerie melody]

47,000.

47,500.

48,000.

48,000.

48,500.

49,000.

49,500.

Any advance on 49,500?

50,000.

Any advance on 50,000?

Selling at 50,000.

Selling.

[gavel bangs]

Thank you, madam.

[eerie melody]

Goodnight.

[tires squealing]

Look out!

You okay?

Yes.

[line ringing]

Yeah, this is DI Pascoe.

My location is the car park of

the auction house
on Brewer Street.

Yeah I've just witnessed
an attempted hit and run

by someone driving
a gray saloon.

South along the Morten Road.

Thank you.

God bless you.

The victim's name is?

Anna, Anna Wisley.

[rock music]

You should be at home, Emma.

Warming my brother's toes.

Someone's got to be trusted
to cash up after this lot.

Haven't they, Dave?

Free drinks aren't
a perk of the job.

I hope you've paid for
the bottle, Tony.

He'll be owing us
a few quid, then.

[Tony laughs]

[door opens and shuts]

[melancholy tune]

[police radio squawking
indistinctly]

[Andrew] We got a name?

[Parvez] Visha Iqbal.

Wallet with cash and
credit cards found

in his trouser pockets.

[Andrew] Suspicious.

[Peter] Time of death?

[Frank] From the first
approximation,

I'd say early hours
of the morning.

[dramatic tone]

We're trying to trace
the next of kin.

Is that a stab wound?

Chest wound consistent with
penetrating trauma, yes.

Looks like a defensive
wound to the hand.

It'll be murder again, then?

You don't want to talk
to Tony, do you?

I can't just turn him out.

I feel responsible for him.

Roll on your retirement,
then Visha can deal with him.

If you would only
let me take over.

Oh come on, we've been through
this hundreds of times.

I'm sorry, Emma.

It's okay.

But my brother's not.

He's a grown man, an employee,

our so called drama teacher,

and he never pulls his weight.

I'm running late.

Oh, you've forgotten
your script!

[piano music]

* Consider yourself at home

He won't survive when
Visha takes over.

If I'd been appointed
as your successor--

Do we really need to go
through all this again, Emma?

I'd have been telling
Tony to resign quietly

or face dismissal.

Don't think Visha will
give him the soft option.

Morning, lads!

-[Group] Morning.
-Morning, Jimmy.

[phone ringing]

You got anything?

Not yet.

Well there is a little
bit of station gossip.

Oh, go on then.

Been having a word with uniform

and apparently Jackson's
not reported for duty today.

So I see, Cal.

I bet she was out on
the town last night,

picked up a fella, still
squeezing the goodness out of
him.

That what mates think.

[eerie music]

[panting]

[chains rattling]

[whimpering]

Come and have a look at this.

New acquisition for the museum?

Yes, it needs some restoration,

but I quite like it.

So what do you want me to do?

Two sailing ships, they've
come become quite obscured.

Sailing ships?

Yes, one large and one small.

There and there.

Oh yes, I think I
see what you mean.

Yes and it obviously
has a bit more going on

in the foreground there.

Yes, obviously.

[chuckles]

Usual terms?

My pleasure.

I'm really embarrassed
that I can't pay you more.

Well it's the only
way we're going to

keep this museum open.

I like Emma.

You know, she's a good worker,

she's a good business woman,

and she's the last person in
the world I'd want to offend.

So what is it going
to take to swing it?

A box of chocolates
or some flowers?

It's gone beyond all that, Tony.

-Your whole record--
-I know, I know, Paul.

I mean you gave me a break
here when I really needed it

and I really wanted
to make it work.

You could have been a
terrific theater manager.

You had lots of ideas.

You sound like my
old Headmaster.

You're a really gifted
student, Tony,

but you must work harder.

Then he expelled me.

You were expelled for theft.

Remember?

It's not too late.

I mean you can't really
fail with Oliver.

You can't even get in on
time for your own rehearsals,

let alone run a whole
production of your own.

Got lots of pencils.

I don't think you can survive
in this place when I retire.

Wouldn't you be surprised
to see me

do something successful
on my own.

I mean I know you've
always had to bail me out.

I know the lions will be
shouting for me when you go.

But, maybe that's
just what I need.

What about the money?

Commercial sponsorship.

No, I mean the money
you owe here.

The 20,000 pound loan.

I'll be okay, I'll
take care of it.

Yeah, I know.

You and Emma have got me down as

being a feckless little shit.

No one said that.

I have got to get
back to the house.

We'll see.

[suspenseful music]

[screaming]

Shut up.

[muffled whimpering]

Thank you.

Pam's in the sitting room, Anna.

Go on in.

I know we agreed that we didn't
want the police involved,

Richard, but someone tried
to run me over last night.

Are you all right?

I'm worried it's because of

what I said about the drawings.

I can't tell the police, Anna.

It's impossible.

Maybe it's just coincidence.

But, Richard, if it was the
people you were dealing with--

I'm sorry, but I won't
tell the police.

Lisa was kidnapped last night.

Oh, Pam.

I got to do a deal with them.

The money will have to be paid
and the drawings returned.

Oliver!

I saw the film of that.

* All I want is a
room somewhere *

* Far away from the
cold night air *

That's the one, isn't it?

Nope.

Don't be daft, 'course it is.

It was good that.

* Oh won't it be lovely

* Lovely

[inquisitive melody]

Hey!

Come here!

Ow.

Ow!

Police.

Andy, I think there's
been a misunderstanding.

Name?

Mark Tatton.

What do you call this?

It's sheep shit, actually.

Oh!

It bloody is.

It's art, Andy.

Where's the shit come in?

What's wrong with
paint and a brush?

[Lisa crying]

Hello?

Can you hear me?

What's your name?

Lisa.

Lisa, my name's Maria Jackson.

I'm a police officer.

The police!

Thank god.

Shh.

What?

Keep your voice down.

They mustn't know I'm police.

Who are these people?

What's going on?

You tell me.

[Lisa sobs]

It'll be all right.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna get out of here.

Visha was a music tutor.

Evening classes,
schools programs.

He was very popular
with everyone.

He was going to take over
for me when I retire.

Do you, do you know
Lisa Johnstone?

Lisa Johnstone, aye.

She's at Trenton college.

Actually she should
be here right now

with Visha's music class.

When you say should?

She didn't turn up today.

What was the relationship
between Visha and Lisa?

Pupil and teacher, why?

Were they having an affair?

They were consenting adults.

He was a married man
of 35 with two kids

and she's a 17 year
old school girl.

What's up?

I'm really worried
about Jackson, sir.

I didn't realize you
were so soft on her.

She's still not turned up.

Well have you tried her home?

No sign of her.

Ah, Jackson will have
been out with

some of the other uniforms.

They'll know who's bed she's in.

Well that's just it.

She weren't, though.

Don't tell me she
was on her own.

Any one of the local shits
could have recognized her.

Have you checked all her
relatives and friends?

Uniform will sort it.

Yeah, well they're not
detectives, are they?

If they need us,
they'll ask Andy.

We've got a murder on
our hands, remember?

Come on.

Keep me posted.

Take this.

[Maria] Help!

-Help me!
-She's doing my head in.

-I'll sort it.
-Please!

Please! There's two
of us in here!

We need water!

We haven't had anything.

Please!

If you can hear me.

We'll die without water.

Shut up you little slut.

She's had a drink.

The essence of drama
is the ability

to become characters
other than ourselves.

Let's take that one step
further as an exercise.

We didn't come here for drama.

We're musicals.

Okay.

Well, you can be an
organ then, Kirsten.

[group laughs]

Sorry to interrupt, Tony,

but is Lisa Johnstone
around yet?

[Tony] Um, no.

Ask Kirsten, they're
usually joined at the hip.

Oh in that case, I'd
like a word with you.

If you can spare
her, Mr. Watson.

Well, we'll just have to manage.

I told ya,

we normally meet for a
coffee and a fag at Joe's

before we come here,
but she didn't show up.

That's all I know.

And she didn't call you?

Or even text you
to let you know?

Have you two has a row?

Fallen out over Visha
Iqbal by any chance?

Mr. Iqbal's wife received
an anonymous letter.

Is this your handiwork?

It weren't me.

Mr. Iqbal's been found dead.

What?

So you see, Kirsten, this
is a very serious matter.

It were only meant to be a joke.

["Lady Marmalade"]

* Now come and share all
your deep fantasies *

* I'm asking, not telling
you please *

* Show me all night you
can do me right *

* Take me where I want to be

* And I'll be singing

* Giuchie Giuchie ya ya da da

* Giuchie Giuchie ya ya here

* Mocha chocalata ya ya

* Where you think you're
sleeping tonight *

* Voulez vous coucher
avec moi ce soir *

* Voulez vous coucher avec moi

Carry on, Kirsten.

It was pretty obvious
the way they carried on.

But anyway Lisa told
me straight out.

How did you feel about
this relationship?

She was full of it.

She's like this educated,
sophisticated, mature man's

taken an interest in her.

Taking her seriously.

Telling her she's beautiful
and talented.

And you didn't approve?

I told her, you're
talking out of your bum.

He just wants to get
in your knickers.

And he did.

What else can you tell
us about Visha Iqbal?

[Peter] Go on.

Him and Lisa were having
a row last night.

Here at the club.

[Andrew] What about?

[Kirsten] I don't know.

-Lisa, wait!
-When they went off together.

[Visha] Lisa!

[Andrew] Did you see
Visha after that?

No.

What about Lisa?

I tried her on her mobile.

It was switched off.

I left messages.

Is she in trouble?

I don't know, Kirsten.

[car engine rumbling]

[Lisa] What are you doing?

Getting us out of here
before they come back.

I feel really sick.

[Maria] You'll be all right.

You probably just need a drink.

No, it's not that.

I'm pregnant.

Oh, God.

[suspenseful tune]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic melody]

Crikey.

[Anna mumbling under her breath]

[Anna screams]

[phone ringing]

[Anna screaming]

[overlapping chatter]

Is it true that Visha's
been murdered?

He, he was such a lovely guy.

I don't know how this
place will go on.

Same as we all do.

Someone's gonna tell you,
so it might as well be me.

And you are?

Susie Ferdinand.

I was having a fling with Visha.

A fling with a future or
just a one night stand?

I don't know, really.

Visha would promise
you anything.

You know the old story,

when the children are older,

when I'm in a better
position financially.

But you believed it?

That night I did.

Susie, did you know that Visha
was having a relationship

with Lisa Johnstone?

No.

[Susie scoffs]

I suppose I shouldn't
be surprised really.

So you weren't jealous?

No.

What are you trying to say?

Who else are we supposed to see,

apart from this Lisa Johnstone?

Now let's have a word
with Tony Watson.

According to Emma Collins,
Visha was going to fire him

as soon as he took over
the running of this place.

* I don't want nobody
hurt for me *

* Or made to do the
dirt for me *

* This rotten life
is not for me *

* It's getting far
too hot for me *

* Don't want no one
to rob for me *

* But who will find
a job for me *

* There is no in
between for me *

* But who will change
the scene for me *

* I think I'll have to
think it out again *

* Hey

Very touching.

Yeah, won't be a dry
eye in the house.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Yeah, of course.

Where were you last night?

I was rehearsing in here
and then I was in the bar.

What was your relationship
with Visha Iqbar?

Well it's a bit delicate.

Try me.

Well you see, he was
having a fling

with Susie Ferdinand
and so was I.

Go on.

Well, it's just that,

someone coming in
from the outside

might misread the situation.

So, how should they read it?

Well, personally I thought
Susie was daft

to have anything to do
with a chancer like Visha,

but it's none of my business.

How did you get on with
him professionally?

You know, well enough.

Wasn't he going to
be your new boss

when your brother retired?

Half-brother.

No, I didn't want
the job anyway.

Well it's not the same as having

your brother in charge,
though is it?

Job's not worth killing for.

You're a good actor.

I expect there'll be
a search on for you.

Oh yeah, my Mum and Dad
will be going mad.

They'll be screaming
for the police

as soon as I was five
minutes late.

[Lisa moaning]

Where's the pain?

Is it something to
do with the baby?

I don't know.

It feels a bit like
period pains from hell.

You're not bleeding, are you?

I don't think so, it just hurts.

And I'm so cold.

Okay, okay.

We've got to get you
warm, come on lift up.

Got to keep you warm.

It's easing the pain.

I think it's going away.

They'll be looking for
you, too, won't they?

I don't know about that.

Probably just think
I've gone off sick.

What about your home?

[melancholy melody]

[Andrew] Someone's
got a few bob.

[Peter] Not exactly homely,
though, is it?

[doorbell ringing]

[Richard] Yes?

Superintendent Dalziel,

this is Detective
Inspector Pascoe.

We'd like to speak
to Lisa Johnstone.

That isn't possible.

My daughter isn't
at home right now.

We think she may be
the last person

to see her music teacher alive.

Visha Iqbal?

These are lovely.

Yes.

Yes, we're very lucky.

They're originals.

Stock and trade, you might say.

We have an art and
antiques business

and we like to get
some enjoyment

out of our working capital.

So where is your daughter,
Mr. Johnstone?

She's gone away for a
few days with my wife.

But you must know
where they are.

Well they took my wife's car

and headed off for
the Cotswolds.

Going to take part luck at
whatever they came across.

[Peter] Strange thing to
do in the middle of term.

[Richard] Yes, but
we had a problem.

What kind of problem?

Lisa was having a
relationship with Visha Iqbal.

Well that couldn't go on.

It was an outrageous
abuse of his position,

so we decided to take
Lisa away for a while

until we worked out what to do.

Oh yeah.

Can you confirm your
whereabouts last night?

Well certainly I was here
with my wife and Lisa

until they left early
this morning.

But your daughter
was at the club

at the art center last night.

Yes, I mean when Lisa came home.

You do understand
that it's urgent

that we speak to your daughter?

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

DI Pascoe.

As soon as Pam gets in contact,

I'll tell her you need
to talk to Lisa.

Well ring her on her mobile now.

Tell her I need to speak
to both of them.

It'll be turned off.

My wife's a very careful driver.

Leave a message.

Andy?

There's another body.

[Lisa breathing raggedly]

We're going to die
here, aren't we?

Don't be daft, there's
bound to be a big search on.

Pictures on the news
and everything.

Yes.

All we've got to
do is stay calm.

[door lock jingling]

Be assertive.

Well what about our feet?

Lisa's in pain.

Thought you were giving up?

Come on, Suz.

I mean I knew you
were fond of him.

We all were.

Sick of this place.

Time to move on.

Will you come with me?

Where?

Somewhere hot.

Spain maybe?

Buy an old ruin, do it up.

Tony, you've not got two
pennies to run together.

No, money's not a problem.

I've got the best part of
20,000 quid for starters.

I don't understand.

You don't have to.

What are we doing here?

It's just an RTC isn't it?

The traffic were unhappy.

There's damage to the
side of the car.

Looks like it might have
been shunted off the road.

Fair enough.

I know this woman.

Who is she?

Anna Wisley.

She was nearly run
over last night

outside the auction house.

[girl shivering]

I think I'm bleeding.

You know, from inside?

I think it's the baby.

Listen, don't worry.

I'm gonna get out of here
and get us some help.

Don't leave me, please.

-Please, don't leave me.
-Okay, okay, okay.

All we've got to do is get
your chain off your ankle.

[Andrew] Any further
news on Jackson?

Still not turned up.

Phil Hixson was on town
center duty last night

and said he saw her about nine
o'clock going to get a cab

wearing her clubbing gear.

What's on CCTV?

Nothing on the camera,

it was focusing on the brawl
Hixson was sorting out.

So someone tried to run
Ms. Wisley over last night

and now she's been forced
off the road?

Mason thinks she died on impact.

What was she doing in
the middle of nowhere

when she should have
been at work?

And that's the road
to the Johnstone's

and I'm sure I saw them with
her at the auction last night.

Ms. Wisley's assistant
said the painting

she bought for the
museum is missing.

[Parvez] It was a 17th
century Dutch seascape.

Mark Tatton, that
sheep shit artist

was here this morning.

And she canceled the
rest of her appointments.

Has Tony ever mentioned to you

about buying a cottage in Spain?

Yes and an apartment in Florida

and a beach hut in Thailand.

You name it, he's planning it.

Oh.

So it's a Spanish
villa this time?

You don't take him
seriously, do you?

No, no.

He's a con man, Susie.

I thought Paul was the only
one who couldn't see it.

Look, tell Uniform to
get their finger out.

She's one of theirs, all right?

Right.

Well make my day, if
it isn't Dave Green.

It's been a while.

Not long enough, Dalziel.

Not working behind the
bar again, are ya?

Give me a break, it's
the only trade I know.

Oh, be fair to yourself.

There's always fiddling.

I did my time for that and more.

How'd you get this job?

Fake references?

[Peter] What can you tell
us about Visha Iqbal?

Not a big drinker.

Putted about a bit.

Was he into any scams?

'Cause you're the
lad who'd know.

[dramatic music]

[Lisa] What are you doing?

They're taking me.

It's all right, Lisa.

Just do what they say
and you'll be okay.

This is the painting Anna
Wisley bought last night

at the auction.

So what are you doing
with it, Mark?

I'm restoring it.

How'd you get involved
in that, then?

Well, I had a bit of training
when I lived in Italy.

I mentioned it to Anna
and she asked me

if I'd like to do
some work for her.

So what do you do?

You X-ray the painting?

See what's underneath then
use chemicals to clean it up?

No it's more I just
paint and a brush.

You mean you make it up?

I mean Anna and I know
what ought to be there

after the dirt's been taken off.

And all this adds significantly

to the value of the picture?

Well it would, yes.

But when you've got
to understand it

Anna isn't trying to make
money out of any of this.

Oh no?

No.

She does it for the museum.

Look, she has a very limited
budget for new acquisitions.

She just wants to give the
public better paintings

than it can afford.

So Mark,

can you think of any
reason why someone

would want Ms. Wisley killed?

No.

Well her car was shunted
off the road earlier today.

No.

No, she was lovely.

A real friend.

[Lisa crying]

What happened?

They made me do a video
recording asking for help.

Lisa, I found a way out of here.

I can't go anywhere.

My stomach's really hurting.

We've got to do something.

You're ill, look at you.

I've got to get help.

No, don't be stupid.

They'll kill us.

I'll be back for you, Lisa.

I promise.

[dramatic music]

Now why would anyone
want to kill

a highly respected art expert?

Now Mark Tatton worked
for Ms. Wisley

and also the art center.

And he's the only connection
between the two murders.

Parvez, have you go anything

from forensics on Visha Iqbal?

No, but I've worked through
Wisley's phone records.

There's several calls
to the home of

Pamela and Richard Johnstone,

confirmed they knew
each other well.

Well that gives us
another connection.

So everything points to
the bloody art center.

I never did like art.

Here, take this.

All right, noses to the
grindstone everyone.

Let's keep at it, okay?

Oh, Claire is it?

Yes, Sir?

Can I have a word?

Your Inspector said
that you were on patrol

with Maria Jackson yesterday?

I've already told them, Sir,

I don't know where she is.

I mean if I knew, I'd have said.

I'm just trying to figure out

what sort of mood she was in.

Was there something wrong?

Well you can tell me.

She was a bit upset.

Go on.

Well more than a bit, actually.

I don't know if I ought
to say this to you, Sir.

There won't be any comebacks.

Well it's when she came
to see you yesterday.

Came to see me?

Did she?

Oh.

She did put her head
around the door.

I've only got one pair
of hands, you know.

Are you sure we're talking
about the same,

oh bloody hell.

Hold on I've dropped
me doings on the floor.

[phone ringing]

What? Oh.

Dalziel.

Hold on I'm on the landline.

Sorry, Sir.

It's a bad time, you're busy.

'Course I'm bloody busy.

I'm at work.

Hold on a minute, I've got
Uniform here with something.

Well?

Actually, it's nothing urgent.

Well in case you hadn't noticed,

I'm on duty.

And as you're in uniform,
I assume you are as well.

This is CID, not the
recreation room.

I might have been a
bit sharp with her.

She was going to ask
if you'd recommend her

for CID training.

Was she?

Well I'd certainly give
it serious consideration.

She's a good kid.

But after she'd seen
you she said that...

Well spit it out.

Dalziel can stuff his CID
where the sun doesn't shine.

I'm pissed off at this
bloody job all together.

Sir.

Thanks.

[suspenseful music]

[Maria gasping]

I don't think we can
be much help to you.

It's a long time since Maria's
been in contact with us.

Well you're her parents.

Adoptive parents.

Like the social services say,

some placements just
don't work out.

We adopted because we
thought we couldn't

have children of our
own, but when Maria was 9

our Jemma came along.

Maria played up from that
moment 'til she left home.

But it was pretty
difficult for her.

She made it bloody
difficult for us.

I'm not surprised she's
gone missing.

She bonked off often enough.

We tried to bring
her back in line.

Impossible.

One word from me, she'd be
straight down the bus station.

Well she always struck
me as being a very

responsible young woman.

And a good police officer.

Yes, well, you're not
her father are you?

Dad, help me.

Help me.

Please give them what they want.

Please help me.

[phone ringing]

Richard Johnstone, yes?

Yes, I've seen it.

Listen, we're doing
our best, please.

Please don't hurt her.

We'll do everything you want.

Leave off groping that
kid, she's worth money.

-Unharmed.
-Just a bit of fun.

Hey now, what the hell's this?

Is that broad in there a copper?

Looks like it.

I knew we should have
gotten rid of her!

Well we didn't.

Sit down.

Why?

She's not part of
the deal, is she?

We can do what we like with her.

[piano music]

* I'm reviewing

* The situation

* Can a fella be a villain
all his life *

In your case, yes.

You haven't got an
artistic bone in your body.

I'm rehearsing.

Well, I'm reviewing
your situation.

And as I'm bound to be
Visha's successor,

I've decided that you'll
be the first to go.

You can't do that, Paul's
still in charge.

But he won't be in
three week's time.

Emma's just told me that
she's taking over from Paul

and then she's going to
get rid of all of us.

There'll be no more Theater.

Your studio's out the window.

Probably gonna turn this
place into flats.

Come on, Tony, she's
winding you up.

[Tony] You wait and see.

I've done with this.

Cheers.

I always said these old
books would turn out

to be an investment.

I'm not sure I want
to stay much longer.

You want to go for a drink?

Yeah, yeah why not.

[keys clatter onto table]

[drawer rattling]

[door opening]

[suspenseful music]

[Maria crying]

Help.

Help me, please.

Please.

I've been kidnapped.

They're coming after me.

Dave?

Dave I can't believe it's you.

It's Maria, I come to the club.

How'd you get on?

Oh, I knew that Jackson
had been adopted,

but I thought, well.

She's such a happy girl.

But her parents didn't
seem bothered.

Did they have any idea
why she might go missing?

No, they washed their
hands of her years ago.

I hope it's not something
I said to her.

Sir, I've got something from
forensics on Visha Iqbal.

Let's have a look, then.

Where does this come from?

The back of Visha
Iqbal's tee shirt.

You see these fragments?

Yeah, what are they?

Some kind of acrylic resin.

What's acrylic resin
when it's at home?

Artist's oil paint is
made up of pigments,

colors mixed with oil.

Acrylic resin is a substitute
of the oil.

I think we're looking at
traces of fine art paint.

Like you might find on the
floor of an artist's studio.

So Visha Iqbal could have
been killed at the art center?

Mark Tatton again.

[camera shutter clicking]

What are they looking for?

Who has keys to the studio?

Well me and Paul, of
course, and Visha.

I mean, Visha had a set
as a Deputy Director.

Were you using the studio
the night Visha died?

Well yeah, I'd have
been in and out of there

during the evening.

What time were you
in there last?

10:30, 11:00ish maybe.

Then what?

Went home.

And the studio was locked?

Yes.

[phone ringing]

Excuse me.

DI Pascoe.

[Man On Phone] Sir, we
found a female body.

[melancholy music]

Sir?

It's Emma Collins.

-I thought it was--
-I know.

Where is she, Peter?

Where's Jackson?

They're looking for her.

[Maria crying]

Shut up!

Why won't you tell me then?

Shut it!

Come here.

[muffled screaming]

I know it's not because
of what I said to her.

People don't just disappear.

But they do, Andy.

Every day.

You know that.

Someone doesn't want
to be found,

there's not a lot we can do.

No, no.

Look, this is Jackson.

It'd take more than a bad
day to make her disappear.

In any case, she's one of us.

[Paul crying quietly]

I'm really sorry to have to
press you now, Mr. Boddison.

But, Emma's the second person

from the art center
to be murdered.

It's okay.

Were you together last night?

No.

We'd had a bit of a row and

I went home without her.

Where was she last night?

She stayed on at the center.

She needed to talk to
our artist in residence.

Mark Tatton?

Sir?

Forensics reckon the car
that forced Anna Wisley

off the road is a
red volvo, 1995.

Good.

Get it circulated.

Morning Kirsten.

So, what would you
like to tell us?

I wanted to talk to
you about Lisa.

Go on.

Well, the thing is,

she was meant to be meeting
me early this morning.

Right.

She didn't turn up.

Didn't turn up for
what, Kirsten?

I was going with her
to the clinic.

See, I had to go there
myself once.

What kind of clinic?

An abortion clinic.

[suspenseful melody]

[Lisa moaning]

I'm really not in a position
to help you.

Lisa was the last person
to see Visha Iqbal alive.

You spoke to Anna Wisley
on the morning

that she was murdered.

And now there's been
another murder

and you're telling us that
your wife and daughter

still haven't made contact.

Does your family's absence
have anything to do

with your daughter's pregnancy?

So what happened, Mr. Johnstone?

Did you kill Visha Iqbal because

he got your daughter pregnant?

Anna Wisley found out
about the murder?

Are your wife and
daughter in hiding

whilst you sort this mess out

or have you killed them as well?

Richard, I can't stand
this any longer.

Tell them.

Lisa's been kidnapped.

We've been liquidating
our savings.

And selling stock to
pay the ransom money.

I beg you not to interfere.

We were told not to
contact the police.

* A man's got a heart
hasn't he *

* Broken apart hasn't he

* And though I'd be the
first one to say *

* That I wasn't a saint

* I'm finding it hard
to be really as black *

* As they paint

* I'm reviewing

* The situation *

* Now can a fella be a
villain all his life *

* All the trials

* And tribulations

* I better settle down
and get meself a wife *

* And a wife will cook
and sew for me *

* And come for me

* And go for me

* And nag at me

* The finger she
would wag at me *

* The money she would
take from me *

* A misery she'd make of me

* I think I'd better
think it out again *

Thank you.

[thunder clapping]

[eerie music]

[Maria groaning]

This place has become
a nightmare.

It could be any one of us next.

I've got an idea.

Why don't I get on the internet

and book a one way
flight to Spain?

We both know we're
not going anywhere.

No, look, I want to
take care of you.

Just you and me.

A new start and maybe we
could buy a restaurant.

I suppose you want me
to do the cooking?

Yesterday you wanted
to buy an old ruin.

Well know what I really want?

Is for us to get married.

You're so full of shit, Tony.

Anything from the kidnappers?

No.

But Lateef's got some results
from Mark Tatton's studio

at the art center.

Tell me.

The traces of blood in
the studio are DNA matched

to the samples from
Visga Iqbal's body.

If he weren't killed there,

his body was certainly
kept there.

And Emma Collin's
fingerprints were

all over the desk and
papers as well.

Good.

Anything else?

Well some weird stuff.

I don't know if it means
anything or not.

The problem is what's
normally in an art studio.

Sheep shit, apparently.

What have you found?

Particles of some
kind of keratin.

What?

It's what makes up
animal's claws,

bird feathers, human
fingernails.

There's other organic stuff.

Particles of oak gall.

Don't you get oak galls when

wasps lay their eggs
in oak trees?

Thank you David Attenborough.

We also found traces
of iron sulfate.

Don't know what any
of it means yet.

Any word about Jackson?

Nothing, Sir.

Heathfield's brought the
girl back in to Weatherton.

I don't have to know that,
as long as it's secure.

David, got coffee on?

I cannot serve you
right now, Tony.

I'm busy.

All right, can you keep
an eye on that for me?

Textbook git.

Go on.

The thing is, there's a
search on for the copper.

I know.

We got to get short of
both of them soon.

Yeah, well as soon as
her old man comes up

with the money and the drawings,

you'll get your share
and Lisa can go.

And you're what?

I don't wanna know.

[Andrew] There must be something

we haven't thought of, Peter.

We should have found

-something by now.
-Got a break, Sir.

Just had a call from a Mr.
Malone from the big crush.

-The big what?
-Car crushers.

A man, medium height, thin
and brown hair, sharp chin,

just brought in a red volvo.

The car is registered to a--

Mark Tutton.

I can't prove I wasn't
driving my car

when Anna was pushed
off the road.

But I was very fond of her.

She was my mentor.

Believe it or not,
she liked my work.

And financially, well
any restoration work

she actually put my way.

Why would I want to kill her?

What about Emma Collins
and Visha Iqbal?

Were they gonna get rid of you?

Is that why you murdered them?

[knocking]

Lisa Johnstone's kidnappers have

made contact with the Dad.

I'll get this over
to surveillance.

We need a tracking
device on it right away.

Your wife does the drop.

Two o'clock.

One plastic shopping
bag, pay phone,

first floor of the
shopping center.

Wait for instructions.

No, wait a minute.

I'm not sure.

I think I should do it.

I don't think I can
ask my wife to do this.

[David] You heard, just do it.

They're doing a trace.

I can't ask Pam to do this.

Whatever they want, I'll do it.

Don't worry Mr. Johnstone.

We'll be there

and we'll get Lisa back.

Charlie one, courier is
driving into car park.

Charlie one, courier is
walking towards the lift.

Foxtrop five, I have visual.

[Peter] Roger, you have control.

You're doing fine, Pam.

Don't go into the lift.

Remember, use the stairs.

Foxtrot seven, I have visual.

Roger, we're off the trail.

The phone booth's at the
top of the escalator, Pam.

Foxtrot seven, courier
is approaching the phone.

[busy signal]

Shit!

Okay.

That'll be nice.

Yep, bye.

[phone ringing]

[Man On Phone] Pamela Johnstone?

Yes.

Leave the shopping
center by the North exit,

cross the road to the bus stop,

catch the next 237 to Leeds.

-Got it?
-Yes.

I've got to get a bus to Leeds.

We're still with you, Pam.

Don't worry.

Just keep going.

Foxtrot seven, courier
is on the move.

Unable to pursue.

[suspenseful music]

The Leeds bus could be a decoy.

All units standby.

Charlie one, two
up on motorbike.

Approaching to take the street
heading towards bus stop.

This is it.

Do not intervene.

All units standby.

Charlie one, possible
targets on bike

heading toward courier.

Charlie one, target have
the money heading west.

West on Inkvale Street.

I'm unable to pursue.

I'm coming out there now.

Don't let anyone move in
until we know Lisa's safe.

Take over.

What's happening?

Please, I need to know.

[phone rings]

I told you.

I'll let you know
when it's over.

Then you can come and
collect the money.

Dad?

Don't leave me here.

I'm in really, really bad pain.

I need a doctor.

Charlie one, I have visual.

Get rid of the bag.

[phone dialing]

We've done it.

We got it all.

I said get rid of it.

[David] Count to a hundred.

One, two, three.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Mom?

It's me.

I'm all right.

Oh, Lisa.

Thank god.

Hello, Lisa?

I'm a police officer.

Where are you?

Hostage is safe.

I repeat, hostage is safe.

[Peter] All right,
let's take 'em out.

[exciting music]

Charlie one, target gone
riding up bicycle path.

I've gone on foot,
unable to pursue.

I'm at the north side, Peter.

Stay with them.

Sean, here!

Go.

Name?

Name!

Micky Heathfield.

I'm arresting you
for kidnapping.

Hang on, we released the
Johnstone kid, right?

You want a medal?

I'm holding me hands up
for the Johnstone kid,

but the other one's got
nothing to do with me.

-Other one?
-I was driving.

Didn't know anything about her

'til she got pulled
out of the boot.

-What other one?
-The copper.

She was all right last
time I saw her.

Where is she?

What have you done with her?

I don't know!

Get off me!

All units!

We gotten a yellow bastard.

He's got Jackson.

They've kidnapped Jackson.

Jackson?

How the hell did she
get into this?

Well?

When we took the Johnstone kid,

the copper stuck her nose in.

She got taken as well.

Where is she?

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

I don't know!

Go for a walk, Peter.

-Andy.
-Go on.

You know you're not
gonna enjoy this.

Now then.

Last time I saw her
was yesterday.

We split the girls up.

I don't know anything
about the other one.

My mate took her off.

It's go nothing to do with me.

So what's your mate's name?

I handcuffed the prisoner,

but he attempted to escape
and fell in the canal.

I've been warned off swimming
since me heart trouble.

I've sworn to way worst
things than that, lad.

Dokerty, Sean Dokerty.

[ominous melody]

[Maria whimpering]

You've got a sexy mouth,
you know that?

Now then, open wide.

What was it you said?

You could die without water?

Well now you can have as
much water as you like.

We've got plans for you.

Listen, you could
just disappear.

I don't know who you are.

I don't wanna know.

But we're gonna get to know
each other, you and me.

We'll know each other inside
out before the finish.

You can spend a lifetime
inside for kidnapping.

They'd have to catch me first.

And even then, I'd
have me memories.

Let go of me, you creep!

[Maria spits]

That's what I like,
a bit of spirit.

[grunts]

Fine!

You can stay until you rot.

Paul?

Thanks for stepping in for me.

What are you doing here?

You should be at home.

I don't want to be on my own.

Well why don't you
come stay with me?

I'll take the sofa and
you can have the bed.

Haven't done that for
a bit, have we?

[Paul sighs]

I was looking forward
to seeing more of her.

In three weeks I'll be
leaving this place.

I'll have all the time
in the world and no Emma.

You've got me.

Maybe your kid brother can
look after you for a change.

Plus, we really need
you to come back

and direct this play.

I really don't think I'm
cut out to be a director.

Too much like hard work.

[Paul sighs]

Come one, you've got
to keep going.

[phones ringing]

Have you got something?

You know Dokerty did
four years in Wakefield?

An armed robbery.

Well, for some of that time
it was three up in a cell.

You want to make a guess to
who his other cell mates were?

Heathfield?

Starter, the other one?

Dave Green.

Magic.

-There you are, Sir.
-About time.

Heathfield's phone is bound to
have Dokerty's number on it.

Trace it and we shouldn't
be far from Jackson.

[ominous melody]

[foreboding tune]

[Dave laughing]

[Andrew] That confirms
what Lisa told us.

I'll meet you at Dave Green's
when I'm finished here.

All right.

[Richard sighs]

It's over.

Not for PC Jackson, it isn't.

Why didn't the kidnappers
go for someone famous?

Someone on TV?

What made them think of you?

Fortunately I kept photocopies.

One of our specialisms
is old master drawings.

We were offered these
by a source which was,

well, rather irregular.

[Andrew] So who was this source?

I think we have to
accept our losses

and stay out of the
line of fire.

We'll come back to that.

Go on.

They seem to have been
an authentic part

of the Marino collection
at some point.

Early 17th century sketches
of a very high quality.

The asking price was
half a million.

We agreed to buy.

That's a lot of money
to pay for goods

from what you call and
irregular source.

They would have been a bargain.

In my world, if you're
offered something good

at a bargain price
from someone dodgy,

you'd suspect it was stolen.

Yes, well there are a lot of
gray areas in the art world.

And you didn't ask
too many questions.

Well we were confident
we could find customers,

let's leave it at that.

You paid up?

We were asked to make a check
out to a private company.

What went wrong?

Our friend Anna Wisley
came for supper.

And we showed her the drawings.

Yes, they're just up
your street, Anna.

But sadly, I don't
think the museum

will be able to afford them.

Come and have a look.

Anna spent the rest
of the evening

pouring over the drawings.

Oh yes.

They're lovely.

[Richard] Then after
a couple of hours,

she spotted something.

I was very surprised.

I mean, I always
considered myself

to be something of an expert.

Have a close look at the
stroke on the left arm there.

Hmm?

[Richard] Why?

While I'm not 100% sure,

but I don't think that's
quite the artist's style.

Look, Richard, there's
a strange flick

on the right, too.

[Richard] Yes, I think
you're right.

I can't believe I
never spotted it.

So what did you do?

I stopped the check and
complained to our supplier.

The next thing I knew, the
money was demanded in cash

as a ransom for Lisa,
along with the drawings.

Who is this supplier?

You try and trace them.

I can't.

Revilo Pictures.

Revilo.

That's Oliver backwards.

[suspenseful tune]

Dave!

Dave!

You better not be hiding.

I want my bloody money.

Sean?

Dave?

Come on, some of us are
dying of thirst out here.

Been working very hard.

All right, I've only
got one pair of hands.

Suz, you seen Dave?

No, I bloody haven't.

And he's not answering
his phone.

Well I'm just gonna
help myself, then.

[cork squeaking]

[banging]

[Andrew and Peter coughing]

Look at this, where the
shaft meets the handle.

[Peter] Looks like dried blood.

How convenient.

It's just the kind of weapon
that killed Visha Iqbal.

Frank?

I was gonna say,

the skin doesn't look
very red to me.

I thought you always got that
in carbon monoxide poisoning?

Old forensic proverb,
never say always,

never say never.

I'll comment on the
skin pigmentation

when I've got better
lighting conditions.

Anything else?

Body smells strongly of alcohol.

There's an empty bottle
of scotch in the car.

Also a bottle of what appear
to be diazepam tranquilizers,

nearly empty.

[water gurgling]

[Maria crying]

Our main priority is
finding Jackson alive.

Dokerty's got her.

So our only lead is
Dokerty's mobile phone.

Have you got anything?

His phone's switched off.

I'm just waiting for
him to make a call.

Anything else from
Dave Green's house?

Yeah, this was found
in his dust bin.

It's the other half of the
pair Emma Collin's was earing.

You're a bright lad.

Emma Collin's spreadsheets.

What am I looking for?

A motive for Dave Green
to murder her.

Can I show you this first, Sir?

This image was drawn
on a piece of paper

that was resting on
a bit of card found

in Mark Tutton's studio.

The same bit of card Emma
Collin's must have picked up,

as her fingerprints
were on it, too.

Looks like one of the fakes

that Johnstone said he
bought from Revilo Pictures.

We've been having
a crash course in

how to fake old master's
drawings, Mark.

There are certain things
you need, of course.

Like pen and ink.

Well you have to make
those yourself.

Like the old masters did.

No nipping down the
stationers in those days.

[Peter] For a pen, you'd
use a a goose quill.

Trim the nip, cut the feather.

And that would leave
traces of keratin,

which we found in your studio.

And as for ink.

Well, oak galls are
very authentic,

ground up into a powder,
soaked in rain water,

then boiled up with gum
arabic and iron sulfate.

We found oak gall
particles and iron sulfate

in your studio at
the art center.

Antique paper is a
good idea, as well.

Where did you get
that from, Mark?

Old books.

You ease out the fly leaf
and distress the edges.

It's not difficult.

Of course, there's
one basic essential

we haven't mentioned.

You have to be able to draw.

Yeah.

Well I've always kept
a bit quiet about that.

When I went to art school,

it wasn't really the
way to get on.

[Andrew] So what became
of the pictures?

[Mark] They were sold.

As old master drawings?

Hang about.

All I did was make the drawings
using authentic materials.

It's perfectly legal.

I never said anything
about old masters.

But you added the Marino
collection stamp?

The Marino collection stamp?

No.

So who handled the marketing?

Tony Watson.

Tony took the pictures
from you and sold them?

Tony would take one
of my ink drawings

down to a small dealer
out in the sticks,

spin a yarn.

The dealer pays Tony
a few hundred pounds,

takes the drawing down to
an art dealer in London

and sells it for
a lot more money.

And how much did you get paid?

Maybe a hundred pound?

That's all you got?

These pictures changed hands
for a lot more than that.

Look, if a dealer sold them on

or if someone has added
a collection stamp,

that's not my fault, is it?

[Peter] Isn't it?

If you got rid of some
of these books,

you'd have enough room
for a decent sized bed.

Yeah, but I don't choose my beds

on the grounds of decency.

Rather the reverse.

Such a smart ass.

I don't know how you read
any of this old stuff anyway.

Books aren't just for reading,

any more than beds are
just for sleeping in.

I wish we'd met years ago.

You haven't answered
my question.

Who else is involved apart
from you and Tony Watson?

Two girls have been kidnapped,

three people murdered,

and you're the missing link.

Dave Green.

Go on.

He supplied the cash
for the materials.

That's why Emma Collins thought

there was something iffy
about the bar figures.

So was Dave Green fiddling
the till and Emma found out?

I told you, I don't know
what happened to her.

It's our information that
a set of your drawings

were offered for sale at
half a million pounds.

What?

[computer beeping]

Sir?

I think I've got the hang of
Emma Collins' spreadsheets.

Good lad.

You're gonna be disappointed.

Why?

As far as can see all
the accounts add up,

there's nothing to show that
Dave Green was fiddling.

However, there is one thing.

Well?

Under assets and liabilities,

there's a loan of
20,000 pounds from

the art center to Tony Watson.

On very soft terms.

Any sign of Dokerty or a
trace on his phone yet?

Afraid not.

If I was in Dokerty's position,

I wouldn't want all the bother

of keeping a captive this long.

He'd let her go?

[rain splashing]

[Maria coughing and crying]

We could find a place
for ourselves.

Buy other properties, do
them up for Holiday lets.

Since when did you become
a property developer?

Well idiots do it, Susie.

It's money for low rope.

Yeah, well I'll leave the
blue sky thinking to you.

I've got to get going.

You know for the first time,

everything's coming good for me.

I didn't know you took these.

Put them down.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't want you to know.

It's just this place.

I mean, things will be
different when we get to Spain.

Suz, look, come with me.

Two tickets, club class.

As soon as the play is
finished, we're off.

Tony, this is really
all too soon.

Why?

I booked the flights and
we can't cancel them now.

And you're coming with
me, aren't you?

I've got to go.

I'll see you later.

[rain pittering]

Looks like Tony's been
having a bit more

than meals on wheels.

I got into financial
difficulties quite a while ago

and my employers helped
me out with a soft loan.

But it's all above board.

And do you see yourself
paying it back?

In due course.

I would have thought
it'd put you

under considerable
financial strain.

I mean, salaries aren't over
generous in your line of work.

It'll be dealt with.

Its not a crime, is it?

And how did Emma feel
about the situation?

Well, she wasn't very
happy about it,

but I mean you're not suggesting

I murdered her over it, are you?

I'm not in the business
of making suggestions.

You've got quite a
collection here.

Yeah, these things
build up over the years.

The lining papers seem
to be missing.

Well 300 year old books are
seldom in mint condition.

Ever lend books to Mark Tutton?

That what he told you?

We're asking you.

Yeah, I believe I did
from time to time.

Did they come back in tact?

I don't know.

What's this about?

Are you involved in
a scam to pass off

contemporary drawings
and old masters?

If there was a liar in the room,

he would ask you if
you could prove it.

In the absence of a liar,

I don't have anything to say.

Where were you this afternoon
from about 2:30 onwards?

Oh is that when poor Dave died?

Answer the question.

Well I was in rehearsal
and that took up

the rest of the afternoon.

There will be witnesses?

Well if you think about it,

that's rather in the nature
of a theatrical performance.

Unless you're really crap.

This is a murder inquiry.

Don't push your luck.

I'm sorry, it's just
my manner of speaking.

He does have a point,
though, Andy.

If he was on stage.

Yeah, right.

Well, I really do have
a rehearsal to get to.

[motorcycle engine rumbling]

[foreboding music]

Right, shall we show
Oliver how it's done boys?

[Boys] Yeah.

* Why should we

* Break our backs

* Stupidly

* Paying tax

* Better find some
untaxed income *

* Better pick a pocket or two

* You've got to pick
a pocket or two boys *

* Better pick a pocket or two *

* Why should we all
break our backs *

* Better pick a pocket or two

[phone ringing]

I'm sorry, Paul.

I thought I told you
to turn that thing off.

Okay, lads, take a break.

[boys chattering]

Who's this?

[Sean] I want me money.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

'Course you do.

You saw me in Dave's bar
and he told me who you were.

Your name's in his phone.

Now don't piss around.

I want my share of
that 500 grand.

I still don't know what
you're talking about.

All right, Tony.

I'll make it clear for ya.

I'm standing over a
very wet, very cold,

and very frightened copper.

For the moment's she's alive,

but I've got a bit
of evidence here

that'll link you to her murder.

If I don't get my dough
within the next two hours,

I'm gonna phone the
police, plant the evidence,

and you're gull will
be arrested.

Is that clear, Tony?

Where are you?

[Sean] Meet me at the entrance
of Midgley Sewage Plant

on the end of Halifax road.

Sir, forensics have
matched the DNA

on that cigarette end
in Mark Tutton's car

to Sean Dokerty.

Well why would Dokerty
steal Tatton's car

and then run Wisley
off the road?

And Dokerty's number's
been activated.

The phone company's
traced the call

to the Midgley area
off Halifax road.

That place is a rabbit warren.

Jackson could be anywhere
within half a mile radius.

Who was he calling?

Tony Watson.

[Maria coughing and gasping]

Help!

So did he top himself?

It's not as simple as that.

Well get on with it.

This man didn't die from
carbon monoxide poisoning,

the levels in his blood
are quite low.

What then?

Cardio respiratory failure

brought on by a massive
dose of diazepam,

the effects of which were
magnified by alcohol.

In fact, he was dead
before the carbon monoxide

had much chance to get at him.

Well maybe he planned
the suicide

by inhaling exhaust fumes,

and took a massive
overdose of drugs

and booze to get through it,

but died soon after
switching on the engine.

No, I don't think so.

The thing about diazepam is

if you swallow them
in a quantity,

you'll still have undegraded
capsules

in your stomach after death.

Now there's no sign
of that here.

So he didn't actually
swallow the capsules?

I think the capsules were opened

and the drug dissolved
in the alcohol.

Toxicology has confirmed
high levels of diazepam

in the bottom of Green's
whiskey bottle.

Are you saying he was
drugged by someone else?

You can draw your
own conclusions.

I thought diazepam was only
give out on prescription?

Yeah, but you can buy
it on the internet.

And there's something else.

Pre-mortem bruising
on the upper arms

could suggest that
he was held under

the armpits and dragged.

If it is Tony Watson,

how did he fake Dave
Green's suicide

while he was on stage
rehearsing?

Well I've been thinking
about that.

In the novel, Fagin doesn't
appear until quite late.

So I checked, and it's
the same in the musical.

He doesn't turn up until
late in act one.

He'd have had time.

* What happens when I'm 70

* Must come a time

* 70

* When you're old
and you're cold *

* And who cares if you
live or you die *

* Your one consolation is the
money you may have put by *

* I'm reviewing

* The situation

* I'm a bad 'un and a
bad 'un I shall stay *

* You'll be seeing

* No transformation

* But it's wrong to be
a rogue in every way *

* I don't want nobody
hurt for me *

* Or made to do the
dirt for me *

* This rotten life
is not for me *

* It's getting far
too hot for me *

* Don't want no one
to rob for me *

* But who will find
a job for me *

* There is no in
between for me *

* But who will change
the scene for me *

* I think I better think
it out again *

* Hey

[Paul] Very good,
well done, Tony.

[audience applauding]

We need to talk to you.

I can't right now.

I'm back on stage
in two minutes.

Tough.

We know Dave Green was
murdered with diazepam.

And there was a half
empty bottle in your flat.

We also know you has the
opportunity to kill him

and fake his suicide.

[Peter] Evidence was
planted framing

Dave Green for the murders.

Who'd have had that evidence
apart from the murderer?

[Andrew] You and Visha Iqbal
were sharing the same woman.

Jealousy has proved
motive enough in the past.

[Peter] Then you realized
it couldn't stop there,

because Emma had found
out about the scam.

I think I've got the picture.

So you killed your
brother's wife.

Tony Watson, I'm arresting
you for kidnapping and murder.

You do not have to say anything.

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

You see your police woman
is being held by Dokerty

and unless he gets his
money within the hour,

then he's gonna kill her.

Well now's your chance to do

one decent thing in your life.

[dramatic music]

[Tony] All right, where is she?

[thunder rumbling]

[car engines revving]

[Officer] Police! Stop!

[motorcycle engine starting]

Get a toolkit.

The water's rising.

I'm going to drown.

You're gonna be all right, love.

Just keep your head up.

Come on now, you're
gonna be okay.

We'll get you out of here.

Hurry up with them cutters!

Help me!

Please hurry up.

My ankles chained, I can't move.

You'll be all right.

We're going to get you out.

Please hurry up.

I'm going to drown.

Please help me.

Pass me the cutters.

Please be quick.

She's free, pull her up.

[hopeful tune]

Come on!

It's all right.

Keep going.

Keep coming love.

Keep going, come on.

Come on.

Are you all right, darling?

Are you all right?

Are you all right, love?

Come on, keep coming.

[sirens wailing]

You're all right.

You're all right, darling.

[conversations drowned
out by rain and sirens]

Why?

So that I wouldn't have
to act anymore, Dalziel.

Have you noticed, Peter,

some women will do anything
for a bit of attention.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]