All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S02E02.In.the.Presence.of.the.Enemy.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- Don't talk to me until
you've nailed this.

The Asylum Center leads
the front page.

That's it ladies and gents,

get out there.

- Eve, it's suicidal
pushing this through.

You haven't got any support
in the party.

You're destroying your career.

- The Asylum Center poses no
threat to your constituents

or anybody else.

- You could get away with
a few families, maybe.

But 3,000 people?

There's no way it's
going to happen.

- Since when did you
start making speeches

on behalf of the opposition?

- Home office?

Can I ask who's calling?

One moment please.

Who's that?

- It's Dennis Luxford.

Must want more on
the asylum story.

- Publish what you like?

I've issued my statement

and obviously I won't be
making any further comment

- Helen Clyde.

Dennis, how's the heady
world of newspapers?

- I need your help.

Helen, I don't
know what to do.

As long as there's
even the smallest danger to her

you have got to tell the police.

- I can't.

On the tape, Charlotte
says he'll hurt her

if we go to the police.

She says if I don't publish
in three days time...

- Kidnappers always
threaten damage, Dennis.

The point is the police
are experienced

at handling these things.

- This is not a normal
kidnapping.

He's not asking for money.

Look, he's given us
three days, right?

Please, just help me work
out who would do this.

- Who knows that Charlotte
is your daughter?

- Nobody, Eve and I
agreed from the beginning

and that's the point.

- Well I must admit I
was pretty surprised.

You and a radical left-winger?

- Surprised?

Or horrified?

- Well, surprised.

But I can't speak
for your readers.

Are you prepared to
publish the story?

- Whatever it takes
to get her back.

Eve, thank god.

- Where is Charlotte and
who the hell is this?

- This is Helen Clyde.

She's a profiler.

Works for the Met.

- We agreed no police.

- She's a friend.

She's going to help
us, privately.

- This is a trap, isn't it?

You've set this up to ruin me.

- What?

Well it won't
work, Dennis.

Just give her back to me.

- Ms. Byrne, are you saying
you think Dennis kidnapped

your daughter?

Why would he do that?

- Have you seen the papers?

He's been after me for weeks.

It's been relentless.

The minute this story
breaks, our secret lovechild,

me consorting with the enemy...

I can see the headlines now.

I'd be let out of the party

and he knows that.

- But he could publish the
story anytime he wants to.

You have got to go
to the police.

- What is she's killed?

You find her.

And bring her back
to me, please.

- I'll work on it overnight.

But you have to go to the
police in the morning.

It was handwritten
so not ink check.

And no stamps, so we
can do a DNA trace.

They knew what to avoid.

Yeah thanks for your help.

- Now see as I'm taking
my life in my hands

and may not survive dinner,

I thought we could at least
have a proper cup of coffee

in the morning.

- I'm so sorry Tommy.

- You see normally, a chef
would apologize after the meal.

Not before.

- I meant to call.

I didn't realize
how late it was.

- Good news, you're not
cooking after all.

- No, I can't.

- No I know that.

But I'm willing to be
experimented on.

- That's not what I mean.

I've got this case on and...

I think it's going to
be an all-nighter.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay.

I'll cook and you come here.

You've done it before

and this time you can do it
with a genuine caffeine hit.

- That would be great, my love,

but I'm going to have
to power through

on my own.

- Try me I might grasp
it, you never know.

- I just can't.

- Okay.

Well, you better get on.

We'll talk tomorrow.

- Thanks, Tommy.

I'll make it up to
you, I promise.

- We've tried to talk
to you about this

a thousand times.

- It's okay, mummy.

- No, no it's not okay, Leo.

It's not your decision
to make just like that.

It's not your life we're
talking about.

It's Leo's.

- We're not discussing
this anymore.

He goes to Barristoke
in September.

- I'd rather die than let
him go to boarding school.

- I know you think all
he needs is his mother

but trust me.

What he needs is children
his own age.

It's time he was a
little more independent.

It's time you both were.

Young
girl in a canal...

- That's okay.

I'll go.

The girl, who
has yet to be identified...

- Are you listening, Dennis?

Is
about ten years old

and has afro-Caribbean
or mixed race parentage.

Police believe the girl
is not local to the area

and are appealing for
anyone to come forward

who may have seen the girl
or may be able to help

in establishing her identity.

The incident has sent shockwaves
through the local community

which is deep in the heart
of one of the countries

most affluent rural areas.

The vicar of Wootton Cross
expressed the sadness

of the whole community
and is resolved

to bring to light the events...

- Police.

- I'd like a number 14 please.

And what's your... 22, thanks.

Lynley.

Right.

Where was the body found?

Rootrick?

I'll be there.

Sorry I've got to
cancel the order.

Sorry.

Hey, it's me.

Are you busy?

Hang on, Havers.

Wait!

You little...

- Don't sound so surprised.

I have got a life you know.

- It's the Nile.

- What, that's the longest?

Are you sure?

- Yep.

- Yeah, I suppose I
can change my plans.

Yeah, I'll be forgiven
in the end.

Okay, bye.

I'm going to take you
home to your dad

and tell him to stop
sending you to school.

- Hi.

Know what this is about?

- Nope.

- Hot date?

- Very.

- You?

- Actually no.

She stood me up, for work.

I was very understanding.

- Aw, you're such a
great boyfriend sir.

- Just back off and
leave us alone.

- Eve Bowen is a government
minister.

How could she be so stupid?

What was she thinking of
not reporting her daughter

being kidnapped?

- People don't think
straight, do they?

I mean, emotions get in the way.

- How long before forensics?

- Tomorrow, lunch time at best.

- Let's see what the
ransom notes tell us.

- Yeah, anything else?

- Yeah, get some sleep.

- Yes sir.

I've never met a
government minister before.

We'll be having tea
with the queen next.

Right, good night, sir.

- Night, Havers.

Hi.

Five star dinner, I see.

- You know me.

Only the best.

Good to see you.

News from elsewhere.

- I'm not stalking you.

They called me in on a case.

And now I need to see a
sane and friendly face.

- I can't guarantee sane.

- Oh, you'll do.

This case he's put me on.

I thought I'd heard everything.

- I know exactly what you mean.

Just when you think nothing
can surprise you, bam.

Up pops another horrible
fact of human behavior.

- Quite.

Am I allowed to ask
how yours is going?

- You know.

Alright.

Actually, no not
very well at all.

But I'm glad we're
still talking.

Does that mean you've
forgiven me?

- What for?

You're helping me escape the
rather frightening prospect

of having a meal cooked by you.

- Actually come to think of
it, you should be thanking me.

- If you were in the public eye,

and you had a young
daughter who went missing

and then you received a
ransom note telling you

not to contact the police,

would you risk her life
by not reporting it?

And then hire some pseudo
private investigator

to go and find the kidnapper,
would you?

No, you wouldn't.

What kind of person would.

- I don't know.

- Yeah and now of course
the girl is dead

and we have to mop up a mess.

- She's dead?

- Helen, don't tell me.

- I don't understand.

The kidnapper said three days.

- How could you?

Helen...

- Dennis has been my
brother's best friend

since prep school.

One of the family.

I've known him all my life.

I've never seen him
in such a state.

I had to do something.

They were absolutely terrified

and neither of them
would go to the police.

- There is no excuse.

- I told them I'd work
on it overnight.

A few hours to find
out what I could.

- And you didn't tell me?

If you can't trust me, what
does that say about us?

- Tommy please don't
make this about us.

- What else are you hiding?

Any other explosive
little secrets?

- Don't do this.

Please don't.

- So, find anything out?

- It's almost certainly
an intimate of either his

or Eve's.

With no demand for money,
it's obviously

some kind of grudge.

- And this has taken you
all night to come up with?

- Both parents insist
nobody knew

Dennis was Charlotte's father.

Not even Charlotte herself.

It's somebody who
knew the secret.

- Thanks for filling me in.

- Tommy...

- I don't trust anybody,
inspector.

I've learnt the hard way.

There's no such thing
as loyalty.

The kidnapping would
have been made public

and I was sure that it
was a trap set for me.

- You must have been.

- I was.

Do you think I would have
risked Charlotte's life

for a minute?

- It must be terrible for you.

I'm so sorry.

- The press have been
coming for me

for weeks and I was
already exhausted

and when the news came
about Charlotte,

I couldn't think straight.

- I guess you must get
out of the habit

of having personal feelings
being a politician.

- Scotland Yard?

About time.

You okay?

Did you take a pill?

The doctor said it would help.

- My husband, Alex Stone.

I've never taken a
tranquilizer in my life.

I'm not starting now.

- Come on then.

What do you need to know?

Let's get on with it.

- We need to know
Charlotte's last movement

before she disappeared
on Monday afternoon.

- Yes, she left school and
went to her flute lesson

as usual.

She left there at the usual time

but she didn't...

- Who took her to the lesson?

- Nobody she went on her one.

She always did.

- She was a sensible girl.

It was all within easy
walking distance.

- What time did you realize
that Charlotte was missing?

- Denis called me at work

and then when I came
home in the evening,

I found that awful note.

- I wanted to go straight
to the police

but I only run a
restaurant, not the country.

And Eve was very clear
about how you lot

are tight with the press.

Hi, it's
Jonathan here from the Post.

So sorry to disturb
you but I was wondering

if you had come to a decision

about the article
we wanted to run.

- They've half-killed
her, you know.

It's been a living hell.

I mean what does it take
for them to leave us alone?

- I'm sorry.

We need to have the note.

- And samples of both
your handwriting.

- Yes, yes.

- One last thing.

Who else knew or could
possibly have found out

that Dennis Luxford was
Charlotte's biological father?

- I knew.

- If you want to know
what's happened to Charlotte

ask her father.

- Or her music teacher.

- Or her stepfather.

Very edgy.

Should make sure he really
was at the restaurant

that afternoon.

- He was obviously very
close to Charlotte.

- The question is
how close exactly.

- If it wasn't for your
big important career

and self-obsession, Charlotte
would still be alive.

- How can you say that?

- Well she'd never be
taken in the first place

if you weren't an MP.

- But I am.

That is who I am.

- But if we called the
police straight away?

- The kidnapper said he
would kill her if we did.

We had three days.

We thought there was more time

and Dennis and I agreed
not to go to the police.

- Is this the same Dennis
by any chance

that never saw his daughter
while she was alive?

- Alex, please.

- You're unbelievable.

- Here, sorry.

I never got much
room for anything

and I don't entertain much so...

- That's fine.

- I feel terrible.

Charlotte's a great girl.

- So do you know what
happened to her?

- No, look she was my friend.

We had fun.

I looked forward to our
lessons actually.

- Doesn't sound as though
you did much music.

What else were you doing?

- Talking.

And don't get me wrong I mean
we did the flute as well.

Not that her parents would
have noticed if she practiced

or not.

- Did she mind about that?

- No, I don't think so.

She adored them both.

She was really clever.

She could make me laugh
more than anyone.

- Did she ever talk
about her friends?

- She didn't have very
many I don't think.

There was Britta though.

She'd come and wait for
Charlotte sometimes.

- Britta, do you have a surname?

Well what was she like?

- She never came up.

A bit of a wild one by
Charlotte's account.

- Anything unusual about Monday?

- No.

- Any odd activity
in the street?

Did you see people
hanging around?

Anything like that?

- I keep myself to myself.

- I'd just like to have a
look around if that's alright.

- I'd rather you didn't.

- Well I can get
a search warrant.

- It's just a mess everywhere.

- I wouldn't worry about that.

However bad it is,
you can be sure

that DS Havers has seen worse.

- I won't be long.

- Find anything interesting?

- No, not really.

Although he did have
quite a collection

of designer suits for
someone who works from home.

- Excuse me, now I come
to think of it,

there was something actually.

There was an old guy up and
down the street all day.

I thought he was just
looking through the bins

but every time I looked
out, he was still there.

- Thanks.

We'll send someone to
take your statement.

- No problem.

- Do you believe that?

- No, not really.

Still, better get an e-fit.

Check it out.

See if anyone else around
here knows him.

- Well homeless people are
usually quite territorial.

- And even if he does exist,
he wouldn't have anything

to do with us but he
may have seen something

and we could use a witness
on anything right now.

She left here, if she left
here, at about four o'clock,

she'd have gone that way.

Whether she was heading
to Alex's

or to her mum's surgery.

- You know if I wanted to
keep an eye on the street

and not be noticed,

I might just start there.

Boots by the look of it.

- They could be quite recent.

You're right, Avis.

Take a look at this.

Clear view of Damien
Chambers' flat.

I think we need to
get SOCO over here.

Let's get today's papers.

Let's see if Eve Bowen was right

and they really are
out to get her.

Maybe Eve wasn't so
paranoid after all.

Pretty heartless dragging
up politics

into a report on her daughter.

- And no wonder time for
the details of being a mom.

She's too busy out here
fighting for the underdogs.

Yeah that is tough competition
for a kid.

You can't complain when
your mom's being a saint.

- Do you think she resented it?

- Wouldn't you?

- Don't forget, we've got to
check out the friend, Britta.

A successful politician
certainly clocks up a few
enemies

on their way up through
the ranks.

- You know the Asylum Center
proposal gets coverage

in all of them.

- This MP Alistair Harvey.

- I've got him.

Particularly vitriolic.

According to this,
Harvey's saying the proposal

threatens his political
survival.

- Eve's secret love child
would be a godsend to him,

wouldn't it?

- What give you the
right to play god

with my daughter's life?

- Feelings are running high.

It's understandable.

- Understandable,
understandable?

You, my friend, don't
understand shit.

- So this is the great
Dennis Luxford's kingdom.

- Careful, what you're
saying might end up

in the gossip columns.

- You make me sick.

All that pious crap
about family values.

You ruined mine.

- Okay, Mr. Stone, thank you.

That's enough.

Come on.

- Get off me.

- Come on, mind your back.

- Get off me.

- Are you alright, sir?

Alright, get off.

- Come on, Mr. Stone, let's go.

- Back to your work
stations, thank you.

Alright, I'm
leaving, I'm leaving.

- Dennis Luxford, I'm DI Lynley.

We spoke earlier.

I've come for the ransom tape.

Get off me.

- I bet this livened
up the office day, eh.

- Yes, I'm only surprised it
doesn't happen more often.

- Really?

Not a popular bloke
then is your boss?

- You don't get to the
top in Fleet Street

without picking up a few
enemies along the way.

- Must be quite a buzz
though, you know.

Having all that power.

- He's a lucky bastard,
isn't he?

Strolls in here reeking
of dinners with the great

and the good.

He has no idea how we work.

Of course he's all cozy
with the chairman

who thinks the sun shines
out of his backside.

- So you been here
long yourself?

- 20 years, man and boy.

So what's this all about then?

There's dirt under Dennis
Luxford's shiny fingernails,

isn't it?

- Would you be surprised?

- What do you think?

He says you
know what story to tell.

It's dark here, even
when it's light.

And there's birds.

And no one
else has touched this?

No.

What will you do with it?

- Analysis may help us
pinpoint the location.

Excuse me.

- Why kill her before I
could possibly publish?

- A ransom demand could be
a cover for something else.

A smokescreen of some sort.

We don't really have
any answers yet, sir.

Anything is possible.

And we will need a
set of your prints

and a sample of your
handwriting.

How did they meet?

- Eve said they met at
a party conference.

- I would need to see who
else was at that conference.

Who was close to them.

Who noticed what was
going on between them

and didn't like it.

Anyone who still bears a grudge
against either one of them.

- There's no shortage
of grudges.

A fair one there right
there in the office.

Luxford's deputy,
Rodney Erinson.

He hates him.

Thinks he should
have got the job.

- Check him out then.

- I need to talk to
Luxford at home.

Away from work.

See what really went
on between him and Eve.

I'm going to go take a
closer look at Helen's file.

See what else she
had to tell us.

- Have you spoken to her since?

- I want you to go to
Buckinghamshire.

Kick them into life at that end.

- What?

Just me?

- Well the autopsy is
not til tomorrow.

Still, should tell us something.

I want you to make sure the
incident room is up and running.

- What you mean I get
to be in charge

of more than just choosing
the right sandwiches?

- Think you can cope?

- Yeah.

- See, tea with us isn't
that terrible after all.

Maybe you could make a
habit of coming home early

more often.

What do you think?

Yes, what is it?

- I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

- I had a brief affair
with Eve Bowen.

And I mean brief.

It lasted the length of
a labor party conference.

She was a delegate,
I was a columnist.

- So your political
differences weren't enough

to keep you apart then?

- Look, conferences are
hotbeds of sexual tension.

Call it the attraction
of opposites.

The thrill of the forbidden,
whatever.

When it turned out
she was pregnant,

I offered to do the
decent thing.

- You asked her to marry you?

- I offered to pay
for a termination.

- I was already seeing
Fiona, my wife.

Not that I ever thought
she'd become my wife.

- Oh?

- Too beautiful, too young.

- Sorry, Leo just wanted
to say goodbye.

He's off to do his art class.

- Goodbye, daddy.

- See you later, be good.

- Who's the newspaper
savaging tomorrow?

- Fiona...

- It's alright.

I know my place.

- Eve made it clear she
intended to keep the baby.

And she wanted me to
have no contact at all.

- And have you?

- No.

I've only ever seen Charlotte
in those happy family photos

released by the labor party.

And I pay a monthly amount
into an account for her.

Eve's never been near it.

Blood money, she called it.

Sounds ridiculous but
the fact of it is

it always made me
feel a bit better.

- Rather like the
medieval church

letting people buy redemption.

An indulgence.

- Something like that.

- Who else knew that you
were Charlotte's father?

- Absolutely nobody.

- What about your wife?

- Especially not my wife.

Hello?

Helen?

Hey.

You alright?

Can I get you anything?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have been
so hard on you.

Look I know you feel
terribly about it.

The last thing I want
to do is make it worse.

- Don't give me your sympathetic

I'm the nicest bloke in
the world stuff, Tommy.

It's more than I can bear.

- It wasn't your fault she died.

- Look I appreciate
you coming over.

Thanks for the effort
and everything

but I really think I want
to be on my own just now.

- Right.

Sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

- Police!

I said don't move.

- My ID, in my pocket.

- Yeah, right.

Police.

- What?

- Can I get up?

- What the hell were you doing?

- I was trying to see
who the car belonged to.

- Alright you stay down.

Now turn around slowly.

Did you hear what I said?

- I'm Detective Constable
Robin Payne.

And you're standing on my hand.

- Sorry.

- Explains why you're
the Met and I'm not.

How long have you been there?

- About six years.

- You don't look old enough.

I only made DC nine months ago.

I was in computers before that.

- Nine months?

So this is pretty much
your first case?

- First murder for sure.

- It's not murder yet.

Just suspicious death.

- Right, yeah, sorry.

Anyway, Sergeant Stanley
is a bit put out

that someone's been sent from
London to head things up.

- Oh well, let's just
get started then.

Any clothing with the body?

- Not a stitch.

Her mother said she was
wearing a school uniform.

And she had a flute with her.

All we know is that
prior to her death,

she was near heavy machinery.

- Well how's that?

- There's grease embedded
under her fingernails.

She might have been
held on a farm.

Well that's what Sergeant
Stanley seems to think anyway.

- You don't agree?

- Not really, sir...

Sorry, m'am.

Gov.

- Barbara will do.

- Right.

We've got sewage works,
reservoir pumps.

We've got corn mills.

We've got saw mills.

- So you think that
Sergeant Stanley has rushed

to conclusions?

- Yes, maybe.

- Okay, thanks.

I'll bear it in mind.

Right, anything else?

If not, I'll get on to my digs.

- Your digs?

The thing is we thought
you'd be older.

- Well it doesn't look
like an old folks home.

- No, it's mine.

- Yours?

- Don't get me wrong.

It's not just mine.

It's my mum's.

It's a proper bed and breakfast
in AA guide and everything.

It's just there's no real
hotel in Wootton Cross

and we thought it'd be best

but if you mind...

- No, it's fine.

- I just said to Sam
this very second

that it's shocking the
hours they make you keep.

What happened?

- It's okay.

It's nothing.

- Oh...

- Mum, this is Detective
Sergeant Havers.

- A woman?

- Nice to meet you.

- Now you're not to bother
yourself, mum.

I'll see her up to her room.

- Well, welcome to Larks
Haven, Miss Havers.

It is miss, isn't it?

- Mum...

- No, it's alright.

Yeah, but I actually
I prefer Sergeant.

- Hi.

Everything alright?

- Lovely, thanks.

- Can't stand it myself.

But mum's only just finished
redecorating.

With the help of Sam
of course, her fiance.

God help us.

- Oh what, you don't like him?

- He's alright as far as
he goes, which isn't very.

But it's great for mum so...

Anyway I won't have to
look our for her so much.

She's asthmatic.

Fragile.

That's why I've stayed at home.

She never had anyone else.

I know how it looks.

All very Norman Bates.

- No, I understand.

It's a huge responsibility
having a parent

who's not well.

Anyway, thanks.

Oh and I hope your heals okay.

- Remind me not to
upset you in the future.

- Lynley.

Helen.

Don't sneak out on me, Helen.

- No?

- No it's your flat.

- Oh yes, good point.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- You look pretty intense
for nothing.

- Do you think this
makes it all better?

- No.

But it helps.

- Then why do I feel so sad?

Morning, sir.

- I guess who ever it
was wasn't interested

in us finding his prints.

- They were wearing gloves.

- Bag it.

Anything else?

- Oh yeah, this.

- Is this from the music
teacher's description?

- Yeah.

- It's not much to go on.

- No, sir.

- I want it seen by everyone.

Businesses and residents
between Bowen's house

and Chambers' flat.

Officer...

That man with Chambers.

Look familiar?

- I don't know.

Maybe?

- Maybe a politician.

Find out who it is.

See if there's any
connection at all between him

and either Luxford or Bowen.

- Yes sir.

- Why aren't we doing follow-ups
on the dead girl's story?

- Because we're not, Rodney.

- It's a dream.

It hits every note.

We couldn't have invented
it better ourselves.

Someone's going to find
out who the kid's father is

and they'll have the
story of the year.

But it sure of hell won't be us

because in your wisdom,

we haven't got a single
person on it.

- Get out of here!

- Water erosion, chained
to the feet and hands.

A healing abrasion
on the left knee.

No obvious sign of trauma.

- Sorry.

- It's alright, you just
gave me a fright.

- I'm stalking you, m'am.

All in the line of duty.

The pathologist thinks
she's got something.

- Oh, decided to join
us, have you?

- London's waiting to hear
from me so if you don't mind.

- No sign of foam
in the airways.

Or petechial hemorrhages.

No diatoms in the liver
or bone marrow.

Means she didn't have
an active circulation

when she went into the water.

Conclusion is obvious.

She didn't drown.

- So how did she die?

There's
no sign of trauma.

- Suffocation?

Could he have smothered her?

- Nothing to indicate asphyxia.

No bruising or internal
injuries to the mouth.

- Drugs then?

- That's what toxicology is for.

- Fast track the results then.

Yeah, we're checking
every farm outbuilding

and any industrial outlets
with heavy machinery.

No, it was DC Payne's
idea actually.

Yeah, any joy with
Alistair Harvey?

Just a second, sir.

- Sorry to interrupt, and
it may not be of any use,

but Alistair Harvey's
the local MP, right?

Well the canal runs right
through his farmland.

- Did you get that sir?

Yeah, that's DC Payne.

Yeah, he's been very
helpful, yeah.

That gives Alistair Harvey
opportunity and motive.

And possibly access
to Eve's secret.

Yeah, I'll follow-up
at this end.

Okay, bye.

- Listen, would you mind
taking me through

the current thinking?

- Um, okay.

Firstly, we're checking
the background

on the music teacher.

And his story and the
homeless man in the street

the day Charlotte disappeared.

- Yeah, moved on by an
officer, wasn't he?

- Yeah, according
to a shopkeeper.

I mean, he's worth finding.

He might have seen something.

Then there's Luxford's
deputy, Rodney Erinson.

He's clever and very resentful.

- And you think he's
capable of...?

- Maybe.

And there's the mum
and the stepfather.

DI Lynley is hoping to get
more out of Alex Stone.

- Family members, that's
often the thing, right?

- Yeah, right.

On push, even Luxford's
wife's got a motive.

She might have found
out about Charlotte.

- Thanks for this, Barbara.

This is such a fantastic
opportunity for me.

- Alistair Harvey?

DI Lynley.

Could I have a word?

- Absolutely not.

- I want to talk about
the kidnapping and death

of your colleague Eve
Bowen's daughter.

- It's hardly convenient.

- I'm sure you're aware that
her body was found in a canal

which runs through your
property in Buckinghamshire.

- Obviously what's happened
to her is a tragedy.

- But?

- But it's no secret
I don't like her brand

of bleeding heart politics.

- You've publicly made some
very poisonous comments

about her.

- I object to her feeble
minded habit of turning

the world's lost causes
into career opportunities.

- You mean like her
home office plans

for a new Asylum Center?

- Damn right.

It's bang in the middle
of my constituency.

- And you might also
lose your small majority

at the next election, of course?

- I wouldn't expect
you to understand.

But I love my constituency.

It's not just a political
demarcation to me.

It's my home.

I grew up there.

I went to school there.

- Own land there.

- What's your point?

- Were you at the party
conference 10 years ago?

- There's certainly a lot of
interest in that conference.

Hello?

Hello?

- Well he's done alright for
himself, Alistair Harvey.

- Posh schooling, posh life.

- Quiet, innit?

- Ow, they're pecking at me.

- Good thing I'm here
to look after you.

- Give me gang warfare anytime.

- Come on, I've got
stuff to do later.

Inspector,
any new information?

Any fresh leads, sir?

- So sorry to intrude again.

I actually wanted a word
with your husband

but they told me
at the restaurant

that he wouldn't be in today.

- That's hardly surprising.

Alex is in the kitchen.

I'm upstairs in the office.

We don't seem to be able to...

We're both used to
being so busy.

I don't suppose
relationships are compatible

with your job either.

What can I do?

I can work.

What else is there?

- I need to know more
about Charlotte's friends.

- Well she never had very many.

That's not true.

They were hard to keep track of.

You know how it is.

One day on, the next day off.

- Keep track?

Can you even name one?

- Okay, so I wasn't there
everyday when she came home

and maybe I didn't know
about every tiny detail

of her life.

But she understood why.

And she wouldn't have
wanted it any other way.

- And what makes you so sure?

- She told me, Alex.

She told me.

She knew I loved her.

And she understood that
we have a responsibility

beyond ourselves.

She felt it as strongly as I do.

Those who have a voice owe it...

- To those who have not.

- There was a girl
called Britta.

- Well I hope you haven't
wasted too much time

looking for her.

If this is the best
the Met can do,

then you haven't a hope in
hell of finding the killer.

Britta was Lottie's
friend alright.

Her imaginary friend.

She doesn't exist.

- Excuse me.

- You know what attracted me
to Eve in the first place?

This will make you laugh.

Her self control.

- Was Charlotte a
complication between you?

- A complication?

She was the big bonus.

- You have no children
of your own.

- It just didn't happen.

Our careers took off and...

Look, I'm proud of bringing
Charlotte up.

I loved her to bits.

Let's hope
you're onto something

with Harvey.

The music teacher's clean.

We can't hang any connection
to Eve or Dennis on him

or his boyfriend.

Yeah, that's who the
other man was.

The nervousness?

Protection.

His boyfriend runs some
big fund in the city.

Got to go.

- Do you have any connection
with Buckinghamshire?

- In what way?

- Personal or professional.

A story you may have
written that upset someone,

that sort of thing.

- Well I did go to school there.

Barristoke.

Sorry, I'm all over the place.

Leo and Fiona should
be by home now.

I had a few battles
at the office.

Luxford?

Leo, where are you?

Just tell me where you are.

Are you alright?

Goddamit, Leo.

- Mr. Luxford?

- He said, 'You are to run
the story on page one, daddy.'

And he let me go.

- I'm so glad you're here.

I can't find Leo.

What is it?

What's going on?

- I need an observation
team immediately.

And a complete search
of the area.

And technical surveillance
at the house.

- I'm sorry, sir.

If I had found the kidnapper,

this would never have happened.

I've messed up, I'm sorry.

- We've all messed up.

- I got your tea.

I don't know how warm it
is but it'll be right.

- Thank you, so what
have we got then?

They fast-tracked the
toxicology results.

She was drugged.

That's what killed her.

The body was riddled
with diazepam.

- Valium?

So whoever killed Charlotte
has got Leo.

And now that he's been taken,

it means that Luxford
is the intended target.

What I still don't understand
is why was she killed

before the deadline was up?

Before he could even
publish the story.

- Well maybe it was a mistake.

Maybe he didn't mean
to kill her so soon.

And that's why he's taken Leo

as a kind of a back-up plan.

- That's entirely possible.

I've got someone onto
Luxford's deputy.

They're checking
out his movements

and his alibi.

- What about Luxford's wife?

- I think we can rule her out.

I think we should go to
Barristoke school.

That's Luxford's only
connection with the area.

- And what about
Alistair Harvey?

Where are we with that?

Hello?

Yep, be right there.

Wootton Cross, they've
got someone.

- I'll follow you.

- His name's Howard Shaw.

He's a local mechanic.

He had Charlotte's
school uniform

in his garage.

I'm DC Payne.

DS Stanley is on his way.

- DI Lynley.

Are you the arresting officer?

- No, I wasn't.

I didn't get back until
this evening.

- Anything else?

- Classic stuff, sir.

He's a bit of a loner.

Not too bright.

Works at a lock-up half
a mile from the canal.

But the important thing is
that the grease from the garage

matches the grease from
under her fingernails.

Do yourself a favor.

Tell us what you did with her.

- I didn't do anything.

- I'm not a patient man, Howard.

But if we have to, we will talk
to everyone who ever met you

and find out everything
there is to know.

Why did you take her?

- I didn't.

- Did you keep her in
the garage the whole time

or did you move around?

What have you got against
Dennis Luxford?

Why did you kill
Charlotte before

he could even publish the story?

- I never seen her.

I saw her on the telly but
I swear I never seen her.

I only got her uniform.

- Is that the best you can do?

- Talk to us, Howard.

It would be better
for us if you do.

You don't want two dead
kids on your hands.

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

Sergeant.

I've had enough of this.

He's messing us around.

- Just give me a few
more minutes, please sir.

- DC Havers is concerned
for your well-being.

Personally, I don't
care what happens to you

as long as we find the boy.

- I thought it was a girl.

- Okay.

Okay, Howard.

Can you tell us where
you got the uniform?

- At the jumble store.

I've been trying to tell them

but nobody will listen.

- Well, I'm listening.

- Church rate.

They were selling bags
of rags, $1.50 each.

- Who was?

- Celia, Celia Matheson.

- Well, I didn't
think it was him.

- Me neither.

He's not exactly well
connected in the media world.

Who's Celia from the rag store?

He says that she works
in the high street.

We could go find her.

- It's 7:30.

Nothing is open.

- What if he's hidden nearby?

Right here behind one
of these doors.

I mean you look at all this

and it seems impossible that
such a horrible thing...

What if we can't
get to him, sir?

- We will.

You need to get some sleep.

It's been a long night.

- Thanks, I'm alright.

Where to?

- Barristoke school
would be open.

How close is it?

- Back on home ground, sir?

Not now, I'm
not dealing with anything

until nine o'clock.

- So sorry to interrupt.

We wondered if you
could help us.

- You're too early.

The tour for prospective
parents doesn't start

until half past nine.

Come back in an hour.

- I'm Detective Inspector
Lynley.

This Detective Sergeant Havers.

- Before you tell me
what you're after,

I'm getting this young
girl a cup of tea.

You look like you could
do with one, dear.

Don't they stretch to a cuppa
in the force these days.

- She's all yours.

I'm going to go look
around the grounds.

Oh I've
seen them come and go

over the years.

And the only thing you
could be sure of is

you can never tell
which boys will come out

on top.

- Not so different from
the real world, then.

- I think it is, dear.

This lot have everything
given them on a plate.

Do you want a biscuit?

- No thanks.

- Course that doesn't stop
them behaving like animals.

Far from it.

The scandals we've
had here, Barbara.

They'd fill up your
newspapers, no mistake.

- Actually, we're here about
that little girl in the canal.

- Oh yes, poor lamb.

- Yeah, she was the daughter
of one of your old boys.

Dennis Luxford.

He was here over 30 years ago.

- I know him.

Here was here a month ago.

Looked around, did the
tour for his son.

- Thank you very much.

You've been most helpful.

And nice cup of tea.

- And talking about scandals.

One of the biggest happened
while he as at the school.

Luxford, a group of
lads were caught

enjoying the company
of a local girl

for a couple of quid a throw.

- I thought I'd never
get out of there.

- Get the Posit team down here.

It's a matter of priority.

These grounds are full of
possible hiding places.

Ah, here we are.

Look, Dennis Luxford.

- He hasn't changed
much, has he?

No, and look
who's next to him.

Alistair Harvey, if
I'm not mistaken.

- Well exactly how
well do Luxford

and Harvey know each other.

- That what I intend
to find out.

I want you to get out
there and talk to people

about that rag store at
the Church junk sale.

- Robby, at last.

Oh, it's you.

Keeping Robby up night
after night working

is not good for him, you know.

- I don't think...

- This is Celia.

Robin's fiance.

- Barbara Havers.

Right then.

- Barbara, I think I've
found something.

Hi, mum.

Celia.

Can we?

- Look, there.

I drove around all night.

I was thinking about where
I would stash someone away

if I was him.

And then I saw it.

From what I can see, I think
someone's been here recently.

A kids pencil.

- So what did he say?

The boss of all bosses.

- Well he was kind of enough

but I'm a liability.

They'll keep hold
of me for a while

so as not to look callous

but then they'll announce my
being dropped from the cabinet.

Probably after the conference.

It's all over for me.

- They're for Charlotte.

For the funeral.

Dungarees were her favorites.

- She's the reason you
stayed, isn't she?

- She was easy to love, Eve.

And she was there.

Anyway.

Who else would have helped
her with her homework?

- It's definitely the
windmill from the photograph.

I'm pretty sure it was
where she was held.

There's no sign of Leo.

Oh shit.

Sorry, sir.

Yeah, SOCO are on their way.

- Inspector,

substance found at the squat
has been identified as Valium.

- Valium?

- Yeah, here's the report.

- Also the homeless man from
the e-fit has been found

and questioned.

- Alright, so Chambers'
story checks out.

- The bloke says he was in the
street on Monday afternoon.

It's a regular spot of his.

He didn't notice anything
unusual going on tough.

But to be honest,
he's so out of it,

I don't think he'd
notice Armageddon.

- There's no report of him
being moved on though, is there?

That's a bit odd isn't it.

Why would the policeman
involved have not reported it?

Find out whose beat it is.

I want to talk to him.

- Yes sir.

- Mr. Erinson, been
bringing comfort?

- Papers for Mr.
Luxford to sign.

Unfortunately, the news
stops for no man

or child come to that.

- How very thoughtful of you

to bring it all this
way yourself.

- Well, you've got
to, haven't you?

It's a terrible thing.

- Tell me.

How does a newspaper function

without it's editor?

- An interim editor takes over.

- That wouldn't be you
by any chance, would it?

- As a matter of fact, it would.

- Please go and get some rest.

Keep your strength
up for both of us.

- Leo will be released
straight away, right?

Now the story's been published.

- Darling, you'll
only be upstairs.

Please.

This is destroying her.

- How did she react to the news

that Charlotte was
your daughter?

- It was a blow, obviously.

The idea that I'd kept
secrets from her.

I just hope she'll
forgive me in time.

Hello?

Leo, are you alright?

What?

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I did publish the story.

It's there on the front page.

- Get a trace?

No, probably
a mobile number.

- Unregistered, I'm sure.

See if we can get a lock
on the nearest transmitter.

- I heard the phone ring.

Was that him?

Is he alright?

- It was there.

It was all there in the paper.

- Are you sure there
isn't some little detail

you may have overlooked?

- As sure as I can be.

- Then it can't be
the right story.

Recognize him?

Howard?

I was at school with him.

I gather you
ran the rag stall

at the church jumble sale
so did you see him there?

Yes of course.

He came with his gran.

He always does.

Well did he
buy anything from you?

Or bring anything.

- No idea.

Stuff arrives from all over.

Mostly bagged up.

I can't be expected to
keep track of each bag

and where it came from.

- Well did you notice him
hanging around your stall?

- Look, Howard might
be a bit of a misfit

but he's not a murderer.

You know I wondered
about it at first

but I've worked it out.

- What?

- When Robin came back
from the police course.

I couldn't understand
why things were different

between us.

We were everything to each other

and then all of a sudden,
we were nothing.

- CID is tough.

Don't take it to heart if
he seems a bit preoccupied.

It goes with the job.

- Then when you turned up,

that's when things
started, isn't it?

- Things?

Oh you think that Robin and I...

Forget it, Celia.

There is nothing going
on between me and Robin.

- He didn't notice me at first.

He was busy working.

Looking after Corinne.

But I waited.

And then he saw me.

- You've got it wrong.

But I'm sorry, I haven't
got time for this.

- I'm trying to make you
understand how happy we were.

I don't want to lose him now.

- The story in the papers
wasn't what the kidnapper wanted

to see.

There's another story.

- He said I got it wrong.

I had to write it correctly
tomorrow or he'll kill Leo.

I don't know what he means.

- He wanted the story
about your first-born.

That's what you wrote.

- I acknowledged her.

What else can I do?

- I'm so sorry for this.

- Yes, me too.

Charlotte wasn't
the first born at all.

There's another child.

Another first born.

- No, impossible.

- You have another
child, Dennis.

That is the only explanation.

And someone out there
knows who it is.

- I know what's going
no Barbara.

I'm not stupid.

I know exactly what you're
getting up to with Robin.

- I'm afraid you've
got it wrong.

Whatever Celia thinks.

- She thinks you're
stealing him.

But I'm not going to let you.

- Look, I am sorry
you're so upset.

But I've only come back
to pack my things

because I don't think
it's a good idea

that I stay here any longer.

- Do you think that
by moving out...

- Mrs. Payne?

Mrs. Payne, are you alright?

If you've got an inhaler,
where is it?

Mum.

How long has she been like this?

- It just happened.

- It's alright, mum.

I'm here now.

- There's no trace
of the policeman

who kicked the vagrant
off the streets.

- Well then either it's
someone dressed up as one

or I don't know, a policeman
from a different beat.

- Well why would a copper
be in uniform

and off his own beat?

- I don't know but every
question is worth asking

or we'll have another
dead child on our hands.

What are we waiting for?

- You look tired.

- You on your way out?

- Look, I won't keep you long.

Can I just ask you to let
me know if you get any news?

Okay?

- Helen,

can we talk?

I'll just be a minute.

Bear with me.

Don't, Helen.

Even if you'd done everything
by the book,

charlotte still wouldn't
have survived.

She was dead before
you even started.

- What is it?

- That writing.

I'm right, aren't I?

- So who would have written
on the back of the photo?

- Whoever's on the
case, locally.

Normally the DC...

Payne.

Robin Payne.

- What are you doing?

- I couldn't find her inhaler.

- It's okay.

I'll do that.

- How is she?

- These attacks really
take it out of her.

I've given her a couple
of her pills.

She should be fine
in the morning.

What brought it on?

- Well she was upset
when I came in.

She seems to have got
the wrong idea about...

Well, she thinks there's
something going on

between you and me.

Ridiculous I know but
anyway I think it's best

if I clear out.

- You can't go.

It's not ridiculous.

- Robin...

- It's your boss.

- Well of course.

I see.

Well that is news, isn't it?

Have you checked every angle?

Okay.

Yep, of course.

That's fine.

Yep, will do.

Bye.

- Have you got something?

- Yeah, they think so anyway.

- Your mum...

- Don't worry about her.

She'll be out for hours.

Those pills really do the trick.

- Can we just...

Slow things down a bit?

I haven't slept in two days.

- Yeah, of course.

Why don't you take a
couple of mum's pills?

You'll sleep like a log and
feel better in the morning.

Look Sergeant
Havers is with the suspect.

I'm on my way.

Get onto to the local force.

We'll want some backup
out there.

- There you go, this
will sort you out.

Sweet dreams.

You told me
they're how far way?

I don't want any excuses.

Look, just get a patrol car
to DC Payne's house now.

- Barbara?

Barbara?

Are you asleep?

I still can't
get through to her.

- Evening, sir.

No answer from the home, sir.

- How long have you tried?

- Ever since we got here.

- Stay back.

Hello?

Helen, the Valium.

- Mrs. Payne, we need
to talk to you.

We're the police.

Where's your son, Mrs. Payne?

- Robby is so good to me?

My little man.

- Mrs. Payne?

Oh, she's completely out of it.

I'll take a look around.

You look in there.

- Mrs. Payne?

Mrs. Payne, who is this?

Is this Robin's father?

You have to tell me.

A boy's life is at stake.

- I don't know.

Could be.

I was very popular

and the boy's liked me a lot.

Especially the posh boys.

And then I got pregnant
with Robby

and he kept asking me

who is my dad?

Never stopped asking me.

I thought it was very
nice for Robby

to think his dad was
someone really big,

someone successful.

- Will you stay with her?

- Yeah, where are you going?

- I don't know.

I just can't sit and wait.

Hurry, I want every man you've
got out there searching.

- I don't want to.

I don't want to.

I don't like it.

- Come on, come on.

Barbara!

- Drop it, Robin.

Leave him alone.

Run Leo.

Run.

I'm arresting you
for the kidnap...

- It was easy taking
both of them.

If they can't trust a
copper, who can they trust?

- Robby, why are you doing this?

- He never gave my mum anything.

Not anything.

What kind of a man abandons
a young girl

and their baby?

He's not fit to be a father.

Who the hell does
he think he is?

So much better than
everything else.

Why Charlotte?

She never did anything to you.

- I was only giving her a
Valium to keep her calm.

I thought it would make
her less scared.

I didn't mean to kill her.

Luxford couldn't
acknowledge you like you wanted.

He didn't know about you

that's why.

- Is that what he told you?

My mum and he were together.

She's told me all about it.

And why should the
kid get everything?

Why should he?

- Listen to me, you were
such a nice guy.

You had everything
going for you.

I know it's been tough

with just you and your mum.

And I know you're
angry at it all

but you must know that this
is going to end badly for you.

And it's such a waste.

- You liked me, didn't you?

- Yeah, I did.

- And you do understand,
don't you?

- No, I don't.

Come on, Leo, run.

I used all my
spare time for months

going to London.

It wasn't difficult
finding stuff out.

I already knew almost
everything about him

from the net.

Hacked into his accounts.

Saw the money going
to the little girl.

And why should she get all that

and me and my mum get nothing?

- You just wanted your daddy

to show you that he loved you.

Is that what Charlotte
Bowen died for?

- Luxford's got a big showy life

splashed all over everywhere,
in your face, all the time.

It was weird when
I first saw him.

I waited for him to come out
of work and followed him.

That's my dad, I thought.

- If you were so
keen to find him,

why didn't you just
introduce yourself.

- I don't know.

First, I thought I would.

Then I saw how he lived.

His house, his car, his life.

And then I didn't
want to meet him.

I wanted him to be sorry
for how he treated us.

Me and my mum.

- What about Charlotte?

How did you find her?

- I got myself a little fiance.

Have you got one?

- If you're so clever, why
don't you find out for yourself?

- She works in a bank mine.

It's handy that.

All those computers.

Now Barbara, she thought
she was on for a moment,

didn't she?

She even tried to tell me
Luxford didn't know I existed.

- She was right.

He didn't.

In fact, according to your mum,

he was one of any number of men

who could have been your father.

Alex?

Alex?

- You're sure you don't want
the doctor to check you?

You did good today.

It really will be tea
with the queen next.

- Yeah, well, if it's
all the same to you,

I'd rather not.

- She'd be disappointed.

- Yeah, well, I've got
friends of me own.

- The interrupted date?

- Yeah.

- I don't think his mother
will ever understand

just how dangerous that
lie about Luxford was.

- It's not easy facing
up to your mistakes.

- Helen, you do know

you're not responsible for
what happened, don't you?

- Charlotte might have
been found in time.

- If I had been in
your position,

well I don't know what
I'd have done.

- You'd have done the
right thing, of course.

- And why do you say that?

- Because I can't win with you.

- Win what?

It's not a competition.

- No I know that.

What are we doing, Tommy?

One minute I think I
understand what's going on

between us and the next...

- Well I don't think
it's so complicated.

I've been clear from
the beginning.

- Oh yes, of course you have.

It's just stupid me
who doesn't get it.

- It's obvious.

- Not to me.

- Life you know would
be a lot simpler

if you just let it happen.

Look Helen, you worry too much.

You can't second guess life.

You just have to live it.

- I know that.

Then why don't you?

Loving you has made me happier

than I have ever been.

- It's not about whether
we love each other

or not, Tommy.

I know we do.

I'm terrified of finding
it, believing in it,

and losing it again.

- There are no guarantees.

The trick is to stay
as close as you can

to what makes you happy.

- But it's so painful, Tommy.

Being so close.

- Then let's just get closer.

What are you doing this weekend?

- I don't know.

- Well if you're free, I
think we should get married.

What do you think?

Life without you seems
pretty pointless.

You don't have to say
anything straight away.

If you're not free this weekend,

or next weekend, or
the weekend after...