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[ Wind whistling ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

DALGLIESH:\N"She sorrowed into death,

tracks of tears like cuttings\Non her skin.

That look I didn't know,\Nit was reproach.

You take my treasure\Nand my blood,

the part of me that's yours,\Nand watch me go.

The wanted part.

You stand and watch me go\Ninto the last sighting."

[ Indistinct conversations,\Nfire crackling ]

Hey!\NYou see that?

You see that?

[ Laughter ]

Nice one.

BOY:\NThat was good.

Thought it was gonna smash,\Nbut it didn't.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Screams ]

BOY:\NWhat?

[ Gasps, whimpers ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Music continues ]

DALGLIESH: "And the night is\Nrendered still by her departure.

No sound, no screams\Nto halt the oncoming glare."

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Clock chiming ]

"The Christmas tree's magic\Nseemed to be wearing out.

It must be getting closer\Nto morning.

Benji knew that the tree's magic\Nonly worked at night.

What a great adventure\NBenji was having,

but he lost track of time.

How would he get back\Nto the front door on time?

Benji was trying..."

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

"I stand aside.

A mouth of scree...

...a choke of swallowed words."

[ Applause ]

Well, I think we all need\Na moment after that,

and then we'll begin\Nthe interrogation, Adam.

[ Laughter ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping, cawing ]

[ Bell tolling in distance ]

HOWARTH:\NGood morning, Inspector.

DOYLE: Morning. Early enough\Nfor you, Mr. Howarth?

You came along for the ride,\Nthen?

It's not very often\Nwe get the director of the lab

on the scene.

I told the staff I wanted to\Nfollow the next murder,

familiarize myself\Nwith their work.

DOYLE: You couldn't have picked\Na more straightforward one.

Domestic, 99% certain.

Even the murder weapon\Nwas ready and waiting.

Keep out of the way!

What is this place, anyway?

Oh, yeah.\NYou're not a local.

They call it a clunch pit.

They used to dig chalk out\Nof the ground here for building.

It's a dismal place to die.

Hey, Doc.

Sorry.\NI got here as soon as I could.

Nice of you to join us.

DOYLE: So are you actually going\Nto prioritize this one, then?

Only you said that\Nabout the last murder,

and I was sitting on my hands\Nfor a week.

I'll get started.

If you've got any complaints\Nabout my lab,

put them in writing\Nwith detailed evidence.

Your lab?

I thought Mr. Howarth\Nis the new boss.

Of the facility, not my lab.

- Same difference.\N- He's right.

The biology lab\Nis Dr. Lorrimer's domain.

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Christ. He's even worse\Nthan bloody usual.

I assume that you want...

What is his problem, anyway?

I have no idea.

LORRIMER:\NWe need to talk about this.

Not now.

DOYLE:\NOkay, lads. Let's get cracking.

Screens and cordons.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping, cawing ]

[ Bell ringing in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations,\Nbell ringing in distance ]

- Brenda.\N- Good morning, Mr. Howarth.

HOWARTH: And I need to speak\Nto the surveyors.

[ Ringing continues ]

LORRIMER:\NWhat are you doing?

I thought I could make a start\Non the swab.

Leave it.\NI'll do it.

At least then it'll be done\Nproperly.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine starts ]

- WOMAN: Good night.\N- MAN: See you tomorrow. Night.

WOMAN:\NAll right. You coming, John?

MAN:\NYeah. On my way.

Mr. Howarth asked me\Nto tell you he's leaving now.

And?

[ Down-tempo folk music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations,\Nmusic continues ]

MAN:\NWhoo!

[ Music builds, continues ]

Whoo!

[ Laughter, glasses clinking ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Music builds, continues ]

WOMAN:\NWhoo! [ Laughs ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Folk music fades ]

LORRIMER:\NStop it.

Stop it!\N[ Grunts ]

[ Bell ringing ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Bell echoing ]

[ Music continues ]

What do youwant?

[ Music continues,\Nlaughter echoing ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

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BLANCHE:\NAmerica is a hard nut to crack.

It's also an enormous market.\NWe should be proud.

I know you won't read\Nwhat they're saying,

but 18,000 copies sold\Nin two weeks.

So the U.S. office are pushing\Nfor a tour --

five or six of the major cities.

A tour.

Poetry is the new rock 'n' roll.

You could follow\Nin the footsteps of Dylan T.

Hardly.

You could.\NIt would be a blast.

Everything would be set up\Nfor you.

Fall --\NThat's autumn to you and me --

starting in New York.

I have a job, Blanche.

No.\NYou have twojobs.

And this one's getting bigger\Nand wants attention.

Last year, you said\Nyou were thinking of stopping

the policing.

That's a trick I play on myself\Nsometimes.

I tell myself I can stop\Nso that I can keep going.

Why do you need to keep going?

[ Telephone ringing ]

Sorry.

Honestly, I'm not sure.

- BLANCHE: Well...\N- [ Saucer clanks ]

...if there's any chance\Nyou could stop,

might stop...\Nthis would be the time.

Ride that wave.

We have a few weeks.

Can I tell them\Nyou're thinking about it?

All right.

Excuse me. There's a phone call\Nfor you, sir.

Scotland Yard.

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DALGLIESH:\NDalgliesh.

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MISKIN:\NWhy us, sir? This job.

DALGLIESH: The commissioner's\Nanxious about it.

Hoggatts laboratory\Nis privately owned.

The evidence\Nfrom almost every investigation

in the region is sent there.

A murder or possible break-in,\Nit affects confidence.

Have you been to Norfolk before?

No.

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[ Engine stops, doors close ]

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh?

Yes.\NThis is D.S. Miskin.

Maximillian Howarth.

I'm the director.\NPlease.

The staff are in the library.\ND.I. Doyle's orders.

New building?

Yes.\NTen years in the planning.

This one's barely fit\Nfor purpose.

Built as a private house.

[ Indistinct conversations,\Nmachinery whirring ]

HOWARTH: Dr. Lorrimer was\Nour senior forensic biologist.

He's worked here for 15 years.

DALGLIESH: I assume you knew\Nhim, too, Dr. Rollinson.

Oh, yes.

We've worked on dozens of cases\Ntogether.

I asked the local GP to come\Nand do the initial exam with me.

I thought that would be\Nfor the best.

Good.

So, time of death between 7:00\Nand 10:00 p.m. last night,

possibly 11:00.

Looks like a single\Nswinging blow

delivered when Lorrimer turned\Nhis back,

and the mallet would fit\Nas a weapon.

Would the assailant\Nbe bloodstained?

Probably not.

The blood appears\Nto have flowed steadily

without any preliminary\Nsplashing.

Would it have needed\Na lot of force?

Not especially.\NA woman could have managed it.

I was about to say that\NI'll know more after the PM,

but I take it that you'll --

We'll be making arrangements\Nto have that done elsewhere.

- Who found the body?\N- HOWARTH: Brenda.

Brenda Pridmore.\NShe's our clerical officer.

Poor girl's only 18.

How long was she alone with him?

Not more than a few moments,\NI should say.

I was alone with him for a brief\Ntime after I called the police.

Yes, briefly.

I'm sorry,\Nbut I'm due at the hospital.

Do you need anything else\Nfrom me now?

An alibi?

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You do want an alibi.

DALGLIESH:\NA simple witness statement --

where you were last night,\Nwhen you last saw Dr. Lorrimer.

When you arrived, everything was\Nlocked and alarmed as normal?

Yes.\NIt's very strange.

And we've noticed\Nnothing missing,

no other sign of a break-in.

Who else has keys\Napart from you?

Lorrimer.

And then there's one kept\Nin the wall safe in there

and one held\Nat the police station.

This is the only door we use.

The back door's closed off.

- You arrived at what time?\N- 8:25.

Brenda arrived\Nas I was opening up.

I was seeing to the alarm\Nwhen Lorrimer's father rang,

asking if he was here.

He hadn't come home last night.

Brenda took the call\Nand ran upstairs to check and...

Well...

That's the only one\Nin the building

which isn't kept locked.

Is it usually ajar?

Yes, but it's far too high up\Nto access.

But in theory, someone could\Nhave got in or out through there

without triggering an alarm.

Well, there's nothing\Non the other side

except for a sheer wall\Nand a 20-foot drop

down to the roof\Nof the incinerator shed.

Would a cleaner have come in\Nlast night?

Yes. We have a cleaner for\Nan hour at the end of every day.

Looks like someone was sick\Nin there.

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DOYLE:\NThose are his keys to the lab.

I'm glad to be\Nhanding this one over.

It's weird when you know them.

AndI'm up to my eyes.

MISKIN:\NOn the cases he was working on?

DOYLE:\NMostly.

That was our murder weapon --\Nat least that's

what he was supposed to be\Nconfirming for us.

And the cases?

DOYLE: Young woman\Nfound dead two nights ago

in the clunch pit --\Nquarry north of the town.

Head caved in.

We reckon it was the husband.

Found a note from a fancy man\Nin her bag.

Both the gentlemen have been\Nin custody since yesterday.

MISKIN:\NSo is it possible

that someone was trying to get\Nto the evidence,

stop Dr. Lorrimer\Nfrom examining it?

Like who?

As I said,\Nsuspects are both in custody.

And if someone wasdoing that,\Nwhy would they leave the mallet?

Next of kin was the father.\NIs that right?

Yeah.\NWe just left him.

Pretty sure he's not all there.

He reckons he called here\Nand spoke to Lorrimer

at a quarter to 9:00 last night.

Which pushes back\Nthe time of death.

Yeah, but it might not be true.

There's one other relative.

A cousin -- Angela Foley.

She actually works here.\NHowarth's secretary.

I called her to get her to come\Nover and look after the old man.

She didn't sound thrilled,\Nbut she's over there now.

DALGLIESH: Anything else\Nwe need to know about?

I reckon that's it.

Will you be needing these, two?\NBecause --

Yes.

Let's get the body moved.

Then I want a thorough search\Nof the building --

any possible access points\Nwe haven't considered.

And I want a search\Nof the grounds --

any footprints, tire tracks.

MISKIN: There's what looks\Nlike dried vomit

in the first sink\Nin the men's toilets.

- Take a sample, please.\N- We'll be sending forensics

- to the lab at the Yard.\N- Yes, sir.

I don't want to speak ill\Nof the dead,

but he was a miserable,\Narrogant pain in the arse,

especially lately.

You won't be short of suspects.

DALGLIESH:\NWhen you came downstairs

after seeing the body, had any\Nother members of staff arrived?

No. Clifford Bradley arrived\Nwhile I was calling the police.

He's our junior biologist.

Then it was Miss Foley,\Nmy secretary.

- Dr. Lorrimer's cousin?\N- Yes.

I had no idea they were related\Nuntil today.

But then, I've been here\Nless than eight months, so...

You were an external\Nappointment?

Yes. I was at the Darwin Centre\Nin London before this.

One could say I was headhunted.

Hoggatts is good,\Nbut it's slow.

Or at least it was.

And then there's the new build\Nto oversee.

The board felt the place needed\Na manager

rather than a scientist.

Would Lorrimer have wanted\Nthe job?

He did want it.

He showed a little\Nlow-level resentment,

but nothing\NI couldn't deal with.

He was a first-rate biologist,

but he wouldn't have made\Na good director.

He, uh, struggled to get on\Nwith people.

Do you know if there was\Nanything in particular

which had been troubling him\Nlately?

No.\NI'm afraid I don't.

BRENDA: I've never seen\Na dead body before.

Funny, all the stuff\Nthat comes in here.

I'm responsible\Nfor signing everything in

with the police liaison --\Nblood, fluids.

We even had a hand in\Na few weeks ago.

- Did you touch the body, Brenda?\N- No.

I could just see\Nthat he was dead.

You waited in the hall\Nwhile Mr. Howarth went upstairs.

- Is that right?\N- Mm-hmm.

Could anyone have come past you,

left through the front door,\Nperhaps?

I don't think so.

I was shocked,\Nbut I didn't faint or anything.

Do you think the murderer\Nwas still there

when I went upstairs?

Don't say that.

DALGLIESH: How did you spend\Nyesterday evening?

Actually, I played violin at\Na concert in the local village.

My attempt to embed myself\Nin the community.

My sister was there watching --\NDomenica.

- Surname?\N- Howarth.

She isn't married.\NShe lives with me.

What time did you arrive?

Uh, half past 7:00.

Domenica wasn't feeling well,\Nso we left as soon as we could.

We got home at 9:30\Nand went to bed around 10:30.

Did you have dinner\Nbefore the concert?

Yes.\NA light supper.

What did you eat?

Oh. I-I see.\NThis is because of the...

An omelet, some green salad,\Nand a glass of Chablis.

BRENDA:\NI really liked Dr. Lorrimer.

He was nice to me.

He showed a real interest.

In what way?

I-I don't mean anything,\Nyou know...

He tried to teach me things,

said I should get some A-levels,\Nscience,

and maybe go to a college.

No one's ever said anything\Nlike that to me before.

Mum and Dad are great, but they\Njust want me to get married.

They don't like\Nthat I'm working here.

And they'll like it even less\Nnow.

Do you live at home?

Yes.\NWe have a farm.

What time did you leave work\Nyesterday?

About 6:00, the normal time.

And where did you go?

I cycled home.

MISKIN:\NWhat time did you arrive there?

About 25 past.

It used to be quicker\Nbecause there was a shortcut

through the grounds\Nup to the lane.

But I'm not allowed\Nto go that way anymore

because of the building works.

Were you at home\Nall of yesterday evening?

Yes.\NI don't go out midweek.

Had your mum made a nice dinner?

Yeah.

[ Voice breaking ]\NYeah. Chicken and chips.

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DALGLIESH:\NCome in, Mr. Bradley.

We need your help.

You worked closely\Nwith Dr. Lorrimer, I understand.

Can you tell us what he was in\Nthe middle of doing last night?

He was running a test --\Nelectrophoresis --

grouping a sample\Nof the victim's blood

and the blood from\Nthe suspected murder weapon.

- I'm not sure why that's gone.\N- DALGLIESH: That's okay.

How long had you worked\Nwith him?

Eighteen months.

I'm not long qualified.\NThis is my first job.

Did you enjoy working under him?

Yes.

Yeah.\NHe was brilliant.

I learned a lot from him.

He didn't suffer fools, but then\Nmaybe that's how it should be.

How had he seemed recently?

Any particular worries\Nhe'd mentioned?

No.

What time did you leave\Nthe lab yesterday?

6:00.\NI went straight home.

We've just had our first baby.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

My mother-in-law was there.

She stayed on for some dinner\Nand...

Do you mind telling me\Nwhat you ate?

Why?

[ Indistinct conversations,\Nmachinery whirring in distance ]

It was\None of those chicken curries

you make using a packet,\Nyou know?

Uh...I took my mother-in-law to\Nthe bus stop for the 9:00 bus.

Got back quickly as I could.

The baby's got colic.

MERCER:\NTwo different tread patterns.

A mismatch.\NThat one's new to me.

DALGLIESH:\NIt could be a Semperit.

We rarely see it.

Identify the brands\Nand start by ruling out any cars

belonging to the staff.

There's no reason\Nwhy they should park here

when there's a car park\Nat the front.

And talk to\Nall the local garages.

They should have records or at\Nleast remember the combinations.

Yes, sir.

[ Machinery whirring ]

Thoughts?

It seems like it has to be\Nsomeone he knows.

Why admit a stranger\Nor turn his back on a stranger?

The alternative is that someone\Nwith keys to the lab

let themselves in, crept\Nupstairs, and surprised him.

Or someone didn't even\Nleave work, just lay in wait,

knowing there'd be\Na murder weapon to hand.

If it was someone without keys,

they must have used Lorrimer's\Nset to lock up after themselves,

then found a way to replace them\Non the body

before D.I. Doyle arrived.

And they'd have to set\Nthe alarm.

It all points to someone\Nconnected to the lab.

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Angela Foley?

D.S. Miskin.

This is Chief Inspector\NDalgliesh.

[ Exhales deeply ]\NI've been waiting hours.

I phoned the priest\Nfrom the church he went to,

apparently,\Nand he said he'll be over soon.

So can I go?

We're sorry for your loss.

We need to ask you\Nsome questions.

This is Stella Mawson.

Hi. The devil makes work\Nand all that.

I'd rather she stayed with me,\Nif that's allowed.

DALGLIESH:\NAt this stage, yes.

What other stages\Ndo you anticipate?

I understand you work\Nat Hoggatts laboratory.

I'm Mr. Howarth's P.A.

DALGLIESH: What time did you\Narrive at work this morning?

8:40, as usual.

Mr. Howarth tells me\Nthat you know the combination

for the key safe in the office.

ANGELA:\NIt's my job to know.

We checked this morning to make\Nsure the keys were still there.

What time was that?

About 10 minutes\Nafter I arrived.

You must see quite a lot\Nof your cousin at work.

He was around, but we had\Nnothing to do with each other.

And I've got nothing to do with\Nthe old man upstairs either.

He was my grandma's brother.\NThat's it.

I told D.I. Doyle this.\NI didn't grow up in the family.

I grew up\Nin local authority care.

I've never considered him\Nas family.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

When was the last time you saw\Nor spoke to Dr. Lorrimer?

Yesterday.\NIt was 6:00.

I went up to the lab to tell him

Mr. Howarth was leaving\Nfor the night.

Did he say anything?

No.

[ Pen scratching ]

I've only ever had one\Nproper conversation with him.

Years ago, when my grandma died,\Nshe left all her money to him.

But she said he should leave it\Nto me one day

unless he'd had children.

Sons.

Only the sons count.

So I-I came here\Nto ask him if he'd consider

giving me a share of the money\Nstraightaway,

and he said no.

So now that Dr. Lorrimer\Nis dead,

it's your understanding\Nthat you inherit how much?

About £30,000.

You'll have to ask\Nthe solicitor.

STELLA:\NProbably more now.

I doubt crusty old Edmund's\Nbeen living it up.

We know what you're thinking.

I doubt that, Miss Mawson.

We were together all evening\Nand all night, so...

MR. LORRIMER:\NIs that them?!

Is that correct, Miss Foley?

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Uh, yes.

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[ Paper crinkling ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Drawer closes ]

Incredibly disciplined.

But where's his heart?

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[ Footsteps approaching ]

Edmund was quite a scholar,\Nwasn't he?

You must be very proud of him.

Oh, he is a scholar, sir.\NNot many know that.

Did he have any good friends?

A girlfriend, perhaps?

Oh, not him.\NNo.

There were that woman,\Nof course.

That were a rum do.

Which woman was that?

Oh, I don't know.

On the telephone\Na few weeks back.

Edmund were in the bath,\Nso I picked the thing up.

She started off straightaway,\Nyeah,

whispering that something\Nwas going on.

The -- The can being burned\Nand she had the numbers.

And then these numbers!

Well, how am I supposed to\Nremember them?

Do you mean something like a...\Na telephone number

or a-a date?

Oh, five or six numbers.

I remember the last two --\N18 and 40.

First houses I lived in.

DALGLIESH: Can you remember\Nwhat her voice sounded like?

Did she have an accent?\NWas she young or old?

MR. LORRIMER: She sounded\Nexcited, I would say.

No.

Conspiratorial.\NShe sounded conspiratorial.

Did you talk to Edmund\Nabout the call?

I did. He...\NHe said nothing.

He were always secretive,\Neven as a lad.

Did he ever have a place\Nthat he liked to hide things --

inside the house or outside?

Things that he wished\Nto keep private?

MR. LORRIMER:\NThis was my grandfather's desk.

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- He showed Edmund once.\N- [ Latch clicks ]

I remember.

[ Paper rustling ]

He was in love.

With Domenica Howarth.

[ Music continues ]

[ Birds chirping, calling ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Dalgliesh.

Is your sister in?

Why?

If this is about the, uh,\Nthing she had with Lorrimer,

then I promise you that --

I asked you\Nif you knew of anything

which had been troubling him\Nrecently.

Well, I didn't think\Nit was relevant.

DOMENICA:\NIt's fine.

Let's get this over with.

DOMENICA:\NOh, Lord. Are those the drafts?

God, I always suspected\Nhe'd been practicing.

The ones he did send\Nwent in the bin.

Sorry you've had to read those,\Nhis whinings.

More of a cri du coeur,\Nwouldn't you say?

How did you first meet?

We met in church, weirdly.

I'm a thoroughly lapsed\NCatholic,

but I was in what passes\Nfor a town around here.

I saw St. Benedict's, and...\Nhe happened to be in there.

We made the connection about Max\Nand the lab.

I made the mistake of imagining\Nthere was something interesting

beneath that repressed exterior.

There was a clumsy, desperate\Nsort of need, I suppose.

But essentially...he was boring.

So after a few weeks,\NI finished it.

Where would you meet?

Is that relevant?

We both have cars.

His is particularly roomy.

God knows there are plenty\Nof secluded spots around here.

Did anyone else know\Nabout the affair?

No.\NI'm certain of that.

And it wasn't an affair.

I told my brother,\Nof course.

I didn't want Lorrimer thinking\Nhe could wield power over him.

Max wasn't thrilled, but he knew\Nit wouldn't last long.

Max was right about you.\NYou areunexpected.

Not at all like\Nthe local coppers.

Nor are you, come to that.

Did you ever telephone Dr.\NLorrimer to make an arrangement?

No.\NI don't even know his number.

We'd arrange our next meeting\Nwhen we saw each other.

So the number 18 or 40 have\Nany significance for you,

particularly in relation\Nto him?

No, none.

Have any reason to go\Nnear the lab last night?

No.

Where were you last night?

Listening to Max fiddling\Nat his concert.

We left around 9:00, 9:15.

Came home and went to bed.

I had a headache.

DALGLIESH: These are passionate,\Nvehement letters.

His feelings for you\Nwere profound.

It's clear he'd never felt\Nsuch emotion before

and was desperate for\Nthe relationship to continue.

Did he try to see you\Nor harass you in any way?

No.

You're judging me.

I don't judge people.

Do you want me to say\N10 Hail Marys?

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

The results\Nof the background checks.

Nothing on anyone\Nwho works at the lab.

Nothing on Stella Mawson.

I've asked them\Nto check Domenica.

Did you believe her --\Nthat she never phoned him?

I think so.

But we can't rule her out\Nas our mystery caller.

Priorities for tomorrow.

We set up a search\Nof all the lab's case files,

any case Lorrimer worked on

which includes the numbers 18\Nand 40.

Anything involving cans\Nor canisters.

Cannabis?

Yes.\NI'll see the solicitor.

Keep Mercer on the tires.

And we start checking alibis.

STELLA: What was it like\Ngrowing up in care?

We've never really talked\Nabout it.

ANGELA: There's not much to say.\NIt's lonely.

I resented other children\N'cause they had mothers.

Never grown out of that.

It's pathetic.

I even resent Brenda\Non reception

'cause she's so obviously loved\Nand she's got a proper home.

So have you now.

And soon no one will be able\Nto take that away from us.

[ Indistinct talking\Non television ]

[ Indistinct conversations,\Ndown-tempo music playing ]

Another one, sir?

Not for me, thanks.

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[ Birds chirping ]

GIRL:\NCome on. Throw it. That's it.

That's good.

[ Engine stops ]

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My dad's not in.

That's all right.

My name is Dalgliesh.\NI'm a police officer.

It's actually your housekeeper,\NMiss Willard, I've --

You shouldn't talk to her.\NShe lies about everything.

And she steals Daddy's alcohol.

Police have come for you.

Stealing sherry.

Yes. Dr. Rollinson was here\Nall evening on Tuesday.

Uh, h-he arrived home\Nat around quarter past 7:00.

And he didn't go out again,\Neven briefly?

Oh, no.\NNo, no, no. No.

He would have told me\Nbecause of the children.

That's my primary role, watching\Nthem when he's called away.

William's a little angel.

But Nell --\NWell, you saw.

School holidays are a trial,\Nfrankly.

But then they're missing\Ntheir mother,

so one has to show\Nunderstanding.

What happened to their mother?

Well, I'm afraid she ran off

with one of Dr. Rollinson's\Ncolleagues from the hospital.

He was devastated!

But then, to my mind,\Na woman like that,

she wasn't worthy of him.

There's a divorce under way,\NI believe.

It's tragic, really.\NShameful.

Father Gregory at St. Benedict's\Nmentioned that Dr. Lorrimer

sometimes drove you\Nto Sunday Mass.

Yes, sometimes.

The bus service is so poor.

He'd pick me up if I was waiting\Nat the end of the lane.

Not that he was happy about it.\N[ Chuckles ]

It was very much\NFather Gregory's prompting.

I was once five minutes late,\Nand he'd gone.

Did you ever telephone him?\NTo make the arrangement.

No, no, no.\NNothing so organized.

I oughtn't to say this,

and of course I'm horrified\Nby what's happened to him,

but...he wasa very\Noff-putting man.

He barely spoke a word to me.

NELL:\NDaddy! Daddy!

ROLLINSON:\NHello! Hello, you two.

- You okay?\N- NELL: Yeah, I'm okay.

ROLLINSON: Steady.\NSteady now, little one.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Chuckles ]\NThere you go.

Nice to see you.

Ah. Chief Inspector.\NGot everything you needed?

- Yes, thank you.\N- NELL: Daddy.

Had the PM results yet?

Tomorrow.

- Come away.\N- Okay. Okay.

Sorry.

Sorry.

[ Music continues ]

MISS WILLARD:\NWilliam?

[ Door opens ]

Husband's clobber.\NClunch pit.

Right.\NOkay.

What's going on?

Oh, they started looking through\Nloads of old case files.

I'm supposed to be putting\Nall these away.

But I ended up reading them.\NThey're great.

They're like all the mysteries\Nthat you see on TV.

You're in this one.

Do you remember it?

Not really.\NStarring role, eh?

- Yes.\N- [ Chuckles ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

MISKIN: Is the lead officer\Non that case available?

I'll hold.

[ Telephone ringing ]

MISKIN:\NRight. Okay.

[ Music continues ]

I've just been with Major Hunt,\NDr. Lorrimer's solicitor.

I'm afraid I have to tell you\Nthat your cousin

didn't leave you any money\Nin his will.

He left everything\Nto his father,

with the exception of £5,000,\Nwhich he left to someone else.

That can't be right.\NIt just --

That isn't right.

He changed his will\Nonly last week.

Why?

The solicitor wasn't certain,

but he said Dr. Lorrimer\Nseemed to disapprove

of Miss Foley's friendship\Nwith you.

- [ Sighs ]\N- Who else?

You said he left money\Nto someone else.

Who?

Brenda Pridmore.

[ Exhales sharply, stammers ]

Brenda Pridmore,\Nthe girl who works on reception?

[ Exhales sharply ]

How fucking predictable.

He said the money\Nis for her education.

Interesting euphemism.

He could only have known her\Nwhat, five minutes?

Did either of you speak to\NEdmund Lorrimer about the money

or the will at any time\Nover the last few months?

No.

If it's true that he\Ntook against your relationship,

I'm wondering...when he had\Nthe opportunity to do so.

Can you leave now, please?

[ Vehicle passing,\Nmusic playing ]

[ Door opens ]

I saw the sign outside.

Do you own this place\Nor rent it?

Rent.

So, are you going to put in\Nan offer?

Right.

We did.\NIt was rejected.

- Star.\N- We can't afford this place.

That's fine.\NWe'll find somewhere else.

You seem very settled here.

The solicitor tells me\Nyou're a novelist.

And as a writer,\NI should have thought

the last thing you would want\Nis to have to move.

What would you know about that?

You think what?

We found out there was\Na new will in the offing

and tried to kill him\Nbefore he made it?

But then -- "Oh, dear.\NToo late."

Will you go now, please?

Perhaps it's Brenda Pridmore\Nyou should be speaking to.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Birds chirping,\NAngela crying ]

MISKIN:\NIt doesn't rule them out.

They might still have\Nanother possible motive.

DALGLIESH:\NYes.

Tough on Angela, though.

Her family's last chance\Nto do something for her.

I know what it's like\Nwhen you realize no one's there

to give you a break.

I can't believe\NBrenda's involved.

I spoke with her mother earlier,\Nand she confirmed her alibi.

She was with her parents\Nat the farm.

[ Knock on door ]

CARLING: Sir, you've just had\Na call from the Yard.

Results of those tests\Non the vomit are in.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Tuesday morning, Lorrimer...

he told me he'd just completed\Nmy annual report

and he was going to hand it in\Nto Mr. Howarth the next day.

He told me it was bad,

that he'd questioned\Nmy competence about everything.

I tried telling him that I only\Nmade a mess of things

when he was watching.

He made me so nervous.

A report like that means\Nthey could get rid of me

and no other lab\Nwould look at me.

I told my wife.

She said I should try again\Nwith him, confront him.

I knew he was working late,

so after I dropped my mum-in-law\Nat the bus stop,

I came back here.

What time was that exactly?

A few minutes after 9:00.

Mr. Bradley,\NI'm going to ask you again.

Are you sure you don't want to\Ncall a lawyer?

I -- I, uh, rang the bell,\Nand he let me in.

We came up here.

I tried to plead with him,\Nbut he was in a foul mood.

He wouldn't even look at me.

And then he just suddenly\Nstarted shouting,

telling me I was\Na useless biologist,

a hindrance,\Nthat I was in the wrong job.

I felt...

Ugh.\NI couldn't stand it.

Jesus.

I run to the toilets.

I was sick.

MAN:\NA Semperit? Yes.

I fitted the tire myself.

- Are you sure?\N- Mm.

- Positive?\N- Aye.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Have you got a phone?

There.

[ Music continues ]

How long did you stay\Nin the toilets?

About 10 minutes, I think.

I started to feel...angry.

It was all so bloody wrong.

And I decided\NI was gonna tell him.

So I splashed some water\Non my face,

came back here, but...

...he was dead.

And...I panicked.\N[ Exhales deeply ]

I thought someone was gonna come\Nat me, so I ran.

I'm sorry.

I just ran out of the building.

And there was this car\Nwith its headlights on.

Right there.\NRight on me.

MERCER:\NIt's registered to your missus.

No, no, no. I've got to\Nphone it in because I--

Listen.

Because I'm not the only one\Nwho bloody knows,

and I'm not getting dragged\Ninto this.

They're onto you.

So this is your heads-up, right?

I'll wait half an hour,\Nand that's it.

I suppose we should eat\Nsomething.

Where are you going?

It's going to be all right.

- W--\N- This is our home.

Knowledge is power.

What do you mean?\NWhere are you going?

Don't worry.\NAnd don't follow me.

Love you.

Stella, w--\N[ Sighs ]

DALGLIESH: The car --\NCould you tell what make it was?

Could you tell who was driving?

It was too bright.

I ran for the trees,

worked my way along the wall\Nand out of the gates.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

I didn't kill him.

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

They're sure?

BRENDA:\NGood night, Mr. Howarth.

[ Fox barking in distance ]

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

D.I. Doyle.\NWhere is he?

I don't think he's in, sir.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

I'm sorry, sir.

No one seems to know\Nwhere he is.

[ Typewriter clicking ]

[ Music continues ]

- [ Metal clanging ]\N- [ Gasps ]

[ Footsteps echoing ]

[ Metal creaking ]

Hello?

[ Metal clanging ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Help!

Help!\NPlease!

Help me.

[ Gasps ]

[ Rope creaking ]

Oh!

[ Whimpering ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]