All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S03E01.In.Pursuit.of.the.Proper.Sinner.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- To the future.

- The future.

- Shall I say anything
to Havers, sir?

- No.

I'll deal with her tomorrow.

- Somebody help me!

No!

- Sir.

- Havers.

- Oh, I'll be glad
when this is over.

- He has a high opinion
of your abilities.

He won't want to lose you.

You'll be fine.

- Yeah.

Thanks for your support, sir.

- Thank you.

It was registered
to a Gerard Cole.

Four weeks ago.

- Must have cost a bob or two.

- Doesn't look like the
motive was robbery, sir.

- Well done, Billy.

You mean a phone
lost is our gain?

- Demoted?

- I think I made myself clear.

- But I have worked really
hard to become a DA, sir.

- I had no choice.

- Well neither had I.

- You shot a fellow police
officer with a flair gun.

How can I condone--

- Saving a child's life.

- You sure that's the tone
you wish to take with me?

- I'm sorry, sir.

Does Inspector Lynley
know of your decision?

- He recommended it.

- But he knows what this
job means to me.

Sir, if I could just
appeal against this...

Just one more chance
and I swear--

- I suggest you now
go to the stores

where you will be issued
with a uniform.

- Yes sir.

- Havers.

Havers.

- You knew, didn't you?

- Well he did discuss
it with me, yeah.

- No, he said you
recommended it.

- Look, Havers.

- You know, you could've
at least warned me.

But you said it would
be all right.

- It will be all right.

This is just a setback,
now it's up to you to...

Sorry.

It's Webberley.

Yes sir.

Right away, sir.

I better...

- Young woman named
Nicola Maiden.

Her father's a retired
superintendent from Manchester.

His wife runs a country
house hotel.

He only had one child.

Just a bit older than my Jenny.

- You said a double murder, sir.

Yes, the lad she was with.

Two kids out camping.

Anyway, North West have
requested assistance

from another source in
order to retain objectivity.

You'll working with
the DS Hanken.

Currently acting inspector
to cover a sick leave.

- Right.

She's pretty devastated, sir.

- Havers?

She's lucky I've not
got her on traffic duty.

- Can I ask you what you
do have in mind for her?

- The best thing for her is
to get out of the front line

and knuckle down to some good
old fashioned police work.

- Sir.

They found this in the fire.

"Say no before it's too late."

- I can read, Billy.

All right, file it.

Hanken.

Yeah.

Inspector Lynley,
that's excellent.

- Hello?

- Derbyshire.

Double murder.

- How long for?

That's a stupid question.

- I'll tell you what though,

Derbyshire is very
beautiful this time of year.

Maybe you could take
a couple of days off.

- Well, I can't just
drop everything.

You're not the only one
with an important job.

- All right then.

Let's just have fun tonight.

I've found the restaurant,
canceled the reservations

for tomorrow night, and made
them for tonight instead.

- Well there's a reason
we made it tomorrow.

I need to prepare for a
meeting in the morning.

- All right, let's do
it when I get back.

So how
did it go with Barbara?

- As expected, she got demoted.

Webberley told her that
I'd recommended it.

- Well to save her career,

I hope you pointed
that out to her.

- Havers knows what
I think of her,

I don't have to spell it out.

Look, I'm off at first
thing in the morning.

Since you've got a lot
of paperwork to do,

I may as well follow suit.

Get up to speed on the case.

- DS Hanken, sir.

Can I just say what
a great honor it is

to be working with a
man of your reputation.

- Oh, thank you.

This is...

- Billy Slavin.
- Billy.

- Trainee detective Constable.

He's a good lad, keen,
willing to learn.

- Nice to meet you, Constable.

- Hey.

The campsite was ransacked.

But a valuable bike and
money were left behind so,

we're ruling theft
out as a motive.

- Unless the killer wasn't
after either money or a bike.

- Yeah, yeah, obviously.

Anyway, Nicola was
ID'd by her father.

Cole, that's the other victim...

26, artist or some such.

No real family to speak of,

but he was ID'd by his landlady.

Didn't get much out of her.

- Bit barkin' if
you ask me, sir.

- Anyway, sir.

We'd really value your
expertise on this one.

Very tricky.

See, the bodies lay out
all night and it rained,

so we have next to no
forensic evidence,

no murder weapon, no witnesses.

Oh, but...

I did find this at the site.

"Say no before it's too late."

And it's clearly
meant for Nicola.

- Do you think we're looking
for more than one killer?

- No.

- The pathologist's
ready for you.

- This way sir.

- Thank you.

Billy.

- Depressed fractures
to the skull

consistent with blunt trauma.

Repeated blows, possibly
a frenzied attack.

- Have you any idea whether
the assailant

would be male or female?

- Well, from the intensity
of the blows

I'd be inclined to say male,

but it doesn't rule
out a strong female.

We found debris in the
overlying laceration.

Traces of mineral apparently
consistent

with stones found in the area.

We're waiting on the lab report,

but I'd say you're looking
for a chunk of

sharp edged rock, size
of a small melon.

- Well you'd have hundreds
to choose from up there, sir.

- We found similar
fragments on the female.

And traces of the male's
blood on both.

- So they were killed
by the same weapon,

most likely the same person.

Do you think he was killed first

and she was running away?

- Yeah.

- Any indication
of sexual attack?

- No sexual injuries.

But see this?

She was pregnant.

Very recently.

But I've examined her
uterus and there are no

products of conception.

- Miscarriage, you think?

- Either that or a termination.

- Mrs. Maiden?

- Yes, I'm sorry but...

Oh, you must be Inspector
Lynley.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

I expect you'd like to
speak to my husband.

He's upstairs.

Andy.

Inspector Lynley's here.

- Good.

Good.

Andy Maiden.

- I'm so sorry, Mr. Maiden.

- Andy.

And thank you, I know
it's not easy.

Worst part of the job.

I never got used to it,
even after 30 years.

- So, this must be
Nicola's room.

- She didn't live here,
just the odd weekend.

She--

- She had a flat at
the university.

- We don't have much to go on.

This isn't gonna
be easy for you,

but I need to get as
complete a picture as I can

of your daughter.

Particularly the last few days.

- Of course.

- Did she have any problems
that you know about?

Anything troubling her?

- Nicola only worried
about two things.

Exams and the dentist.

- We found the remains
of a letter.

All we could make out was...

"Say no before it's too late."

Does that mean anything to you?

- No.

- Did Nicola have a boyfriend?

- Yes.

Julian Britton.

- Really?

Oh.

But the name of the
other victim was Gerard.

Gerard Cole.

Did you know him?

- Look, I've been over all this.

Nicola had lots of
friends, Inspector.

Male and female.

She was a very popular girl.

- Don't you think that
Julian might have had

a problem with her going out
camping with another man?

- No, you're barking
up the wrong tree.

Julian's a lovely boy, who
was crazy about Nicola.

Besides...

I know who killed my daughter.

- Andy, you don't.

- Someone who wanted to
get at me, that's who.

I've put away some nasty
pieces of work in my time.

If they're not doing
open university degrees,

or running their empire
behind bars,

then they're planning their
revenge for when they get out.

- Do you have anyone
specific in mind?

- No, but you've got my
files at the station.

And I've kept my diaries.

- Yeah, well we'll definitely
pursue it, thank you.

But you do know that
you cannot be

actively involved in
the investigation.

- Am I supposed to just
stand here and do nothing?

My daughter's been murdered,

do you know what
that feels like?

- Think I should get going,

I've got to check in at the B&B.

- Oh, hold on, I thought
you were staying here.

- I don't really think
it would be appropriate.

- That's quite all right.

I've spoken to Superintendent
Webberley.

He's perfectly willing
to allow it

under the circumstances.

- Right, I really--

- That's settled then,
Nan's made up your room.

- Hello darling, it's me.

Just to say there's been a
change of plan on this end.

I'm now staying somewhere
called Maiden Hall.

It actually belongs
to the parents

of one of the victims.

But, I'll call you when I can.

- I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Oh, thank you.

- And I'm sorry if Andy came
on a big strong, it's just...

Nicola was his world.

- Mrs. Maiden.

Nan.

Were you aware that Nicola
had recently lost a baby?

- She had a termination.

Please don't tell Andy,
it would break his heart.

- If it becomes relevant
to the investigation,

I'm sure he'll find out.

- Yes, but for now.

Please.

He could see no wrong in her.

Dinner is at seven.

- But by the way...

Did Nicola have a mobile phone?

We didn't find one.

- Yes.

I have the number somewhere.

- Your husband seems
convinced that the motive is

revenge against himself.

- Andy...

He needs to be busy,
be a detective.

Let him contribute
something, please.

- Of course I will.

At the moment it's our
main line of inquiry, sir.

Revenge
against Andy Maiden?

- Yes sir.

He had a very long career, a
record number of convictions.

I could really do with
dedicating an officer

solely to researching his files.

- But surely there's someone
up there who could do it.

- We're pretty stretched
up here, sir.

I was wondering if you
could spare Havers.

- Havers is currently
on her last warning.

- I'm well aware of
that sir, but...

As you said yourself, what
she needs is to knuckle down

to some good old fashioned
police work.

- Well I don't want her
gadding off to Manchester

thinking she's in the clear.

She won't
do that sir,

not when she sees what
I've got lined up for her.

- Well.

I don't know.

- I'll keep her on
a tight reign.

- Well you'd better,
cause if she messes up...

- I'll take full
responsibility, sir.

- Can you have it
serviced please,

not waste any more police time.

Sir.

Manchester?

Yeah, I can be in the next 20.

- Jolly good.

And by the way Havers, you can
leave that uniform at home.

Mr. Britton.

- Yes?

- I'm Inspector Lynley.

- I take it you're here
because of the murder

of that little tart.

I'm suddenly supposed
to start liking her

because she's dead?

Julian's around the back.

- Thank you.

Here.

- I said I didn't want anything.

- It was upsetting for me too.

- You hated Nicola.

- I'd never wish death on her.

Look, I know you're upset but...

It'll be okay.

- You don't know anything.

Julian Britton?

- Yes.

- Inspector Lynley, I'm in
charge of the investigation

into Nicola's murder.

- I'm Samantha Blair,
I found the body.

- Yes, I read your statement.

Thank you.

Samantha's my cousin.

- Second cousin.

- Right.

Could we have a word, please?

In private.

Did you know Gerard Cole?

No.

Isn't it
unusual that she would go

camping with another man?

- Your point being?

- My point being, did
you suspect she was

seeing someone else?

- She wasn't.

Nicola loved me.

We were speaking about
getting married.

- You were engaged?

- Not exactly.

She said she wanted
time to think about it.

She said she loved me
but she didn't feel

she fitted in with my family.

Meaning my father.

- Why?

- He hated her on sight.

- Any reason you can think of?

- Do drunks need reasons?

- Did you tell him that
you wanted to marry her?

- We had a fight about me
bringing her into his house

and I told him.

Oh come on, you're not
seriously suggesting...

The man's blind drunk by
10 o'clock every night.

- Can you think of anyone
who would want to harm her?

- No.

- Or write a threatening letter?

- A threatening letter?

- We found the remains
of a letter at the site,

it said "Say no before
it's too late."

- I know nothing about that.

- Did you know she was pregnant?

- Yes.

- Could the baby
have been yours?

Of course
it was mine.

- Is that why you asked
her to marry you?

- I loved her.

I wanted the baby.

- Well she didn't.

Because she had an abortion.

Did you know?

- No, I didn't.

- Are you absolutely
sure the baby was yours?

- Is this relevant, Inspector?

- In this stage, everything's
relevant.

In fact, I need to
ask where you were

the night before last.

- I was here.

Daisy was dropping a litter.

- Can anyone verify that?

- I can.

I was with him the whole time.

I live here.

Me and Juls are renovating
the house.

- Identifying a body
at my time of life.

It's been such a shock.

- How long did Cole live here?

- About three years.

The idea of him lying
out there all night...

I mean who would
do such a thing?

- Well, that's what we're
trying to find out love.

So, we could take a
look at his room.

- I'll take you up.

- Ah, just the keys
will be fine.

- Wow, look at this bad boy!

- Concentrate, Billy.

Let's just find what
we're looking for.

What are we
looking for exactly?

- Anything to tell us
what the connection was

between Cole and Nicola Maiden.

What?

- Don't get paid
enough for this.

Some of these
are quite good, sir.

- The guy go this head
bashed in, Billy.

And it wasn't for doing
some two bit sketches

you could get off
any street artist.

- Hardly, sir.

You can't get people
to strip in the street.

- Give me strength.

What do you think Cole
and Nicola Maiden

were doing in that tent?

My guess is they weren't singing
"Ging Gang Goolie Goolie".

- Sir.

- Bingo.

Let's get out of here
before we catch something.

- So will you be giving
up teaching

to concentrate on your writing?

- Oh, teaching's still
really important to me.

I've always felt my
students gave me

more than I ever
gave them, so...

I have no plans to
give up anything.

- Great Dawn is your first novel

and has been described
as a compelling testimony

to love and personal honesty.

Is it in any way
autobiographical?

- All writers draw on
their own life experiences.

Often in oblique ways.

Sorry, I've dried.

Sorry.

- Excuse me, Inspector Lynley.

I've come to talk about
Nicola Maiden.

- Oh yes, yes of course.

If you could excuse us.

- Sorry to interrupt.

I tried your office.

- No, no, no, no need
to apologize.

I lecture to 500 students
at a time

without batting an eyelid,

but stick a television
camera in front of me,

I'm a nervous wreck.

Look, my hands are sweating.

It's dreadful news
about Nicola, Inspector.

We're all devastated.

- I understand you
were her tutor.

- Until a couple of months ago.

She dropped out.

- Really?

Her parents were under
the impression

she was still here.

- Well, this isn't like
school, Inspector.

We don't have parents
nights and progress reports.

- Did she give any reason?

- Not really.

She wasn't handing
in assignments,

her attendance was
getting worse and worse.

I offered her extra tutorials,

hoping she'd find
her way back...

But her mind was
on other things.

- Was she in some
kind of trouble?

- Oh, quite the opposite
as far as I was aware.

She was from a good home,
no financial worries.

You know, I've got students
working two and three jobs

to see themselves through uni.

And sometimes it's the ones
that got it a bit easier

that give up at the
first hurdle.

Anyway, sorry, I've
not been much help.

I must...

Did you
know Gerard Cole?

- The name's familiar,
is he a student here?

- The other victim.

- Oh, well, that's where
I've seen his name,

I read it in the paper.

Yeah, no, no, he wasn't
one of ours.

I really must get back.

Good luck.

- I found this in
Cole's flat, sir.

Now obviously they were lovers.

My guess is...

Boyfriend finds out,
tails her...

Finds them together,
goes berserk.

- Maybe.

Or maybe he planned it.

He claims the baby was his

and he wanted to get
married to her.

If she turned him down

and then had the abortion
against his will...

- That's it, sir!

It's the classic crime
passionelle.

As the French would say.

- You need to excuse
him sir, he reads a lot.

- Oh, Havers.

This is DS Hanken and DC Slavin.

This is DC Havers, from London.

I requested her presence.

- Oh, right.

Also...

Nicola Maiden, I
been to her flat

but it seems she pulled out

so I'm chasing up the
forwarding address.

- Has anyone been to the uni?

- Yes, I have.

I've spoken to her tutor.

Apparently she dropped out.

- Why?

- I don't really know why.

- Well I bet her friends
would know.

I'll get to chatting
to some of them and--

- No, Havers.

I've got something
particular lined up for you.

- Okay.

Tell me this is a wind up.

- Andy Maiden thinks the
killing may be payback

from someone he put away.

Here, there's one more here.

Crime reports, witness
statements,

scene of crime details,
and documentary elements.

- I don't buy it.

You're telling me a
hardened criminal

turns up and improvises.

- Maybe that's what the
killer wants us to think,

make it look like an amateur.

- No, the killer is an amateur.

That campsite was
a complete mess.

A pro would've covered
his tracks,

hidden the fact that he
was looking for something.

- I suggest you make a start.

- Why are you all assuming
that Nicola was the target?

The way I see it, he
was killed first

and she was running away.

Why don't you let
me check on him?

- Your job's in here.

- A rookie could do this!

- Havers...

- Why did you get me up here?

- Maybe I wanted to
keep an eye on you.

Besides...

- Yes sir?

- Where else would I can
get an experienced Sergeant

to work for a Constable's
salary?

You're a good detective,

get this right and
it'll be a big step

towards your reinstatement.

- You knew.

- Nicola and I fought
bitterly about it.

I begged her not to give
up her education, but...

There was no talking to her.

- Why didn't you say something?

- I was hoping that she
would come to her senses

and go back.

Then Andy would never
have to find out.

- I mean why didn't you tell me?

I understand that you
want to protect

the memory of your daughter.

- The habit of a lifetime,
Inspector.

Keeping difficult and
unpleasant things to myself.

All marriages have their
own way of working.

This worked for us.

Nicola's mobile number.

I meant to give it
to you earlier.

- Thank you.

Is there something else, Nan?

Anything?

- We had a huge row just
before she died.

I said some terrible things.

In the end, we weren't
even speaking.

How am I going to live
with that, Inspector?

I'm sorry, you'll
have to excuse me.

- Oh, there you are.

I've not got very far.

For every one I put away, 10
more slip through the net.

- I've got a very good
officer doing this

back at the station.

- I did 20 years in vice.

Going undercover, mixing
with the sickest minds

in the country.

I've seen things.

These days they offer
you a session

with a psychologist after
every encounter.

Not back then.

My family were my therapy.

My life support system.

Some nights I'd come
home with a smell

of a brothel still on me.

And just watch her sleeping.

- Maybe you shouldn't
be thinking about this

all the time.

- Well what else can I do?

- Talk to Nan.

- I should have a list
of names for you soon.

- Sir.

Can I ask you a question?

- Go on.

- What do you think
about Havers joining us?

- Oh you're mad to question
the great Inspecto Lynley.

I have no idea what he's doing

bringing people in from outside.

I mean a case like this,
it's local knowledge.

- Just stretching my legs.

- DS Hanken.

Yeah, I'll hop to it.

- Where is this lot from?

- The campsite.

That's what they found
on Gerard Cole.

- Wasn't he an artist?

- Yeah, that's right, yeah.

- Then why's he got
a student pass?

It's not even his, it
says Tony Easton.

- Really?

- Has anyone looked
into this yet?

- What's going on here?

- This should be followed up,

it was found on Gerard Cole.

- Cole's not a priority
at the moment.

And certainly not for you.

- I am part of this team,

in case you hadn't noticed.

- Yeah, you're right.

And I have got a very
important job for you.

Get us a cup of tea,
there's a good girl.

What?

Is it my accent or your ears?

Count the stripes.

Me Sergeant, you plod.

Tea, two sugars, no milk.

- If you think that--

- Look, it's all right,
I'll get the teas.

- Sergeant?

- Yes sir?
- Yes sir?

Can I have
a word please?

- Sir.

- How do you take your tea?

- You got a car, Billy?

- Spoke to the Layton Agency.

The rent's 975 a month.

She had a flatmate.

- Hello?

- And she had to have
an employer's reference,

a Mr. Reeve.

PR firm in the city center.

- Ah, come on.

- Are you sure we should
be doing this?

- I'm about 100 percent
sure we shouldn't.

- Well we're not gonna
be long gone,

my mom's got the tea on me.

Have you read this?

It's really good.

- Tony Easton was in
the English department,

but he didn't complete
his studies.

His tutor was Dr. Webster.

- What, Gavin Webster?

- That's right.

- Cool.

- Okay, thank you.

All right.

Inspector Lynley
come to see Mr. Reeve.

- Martin Reeve, how
can I help you?

Can we come into
your office, please sir?

- Sorry, got the decorators in.

Can't swing a cat.

- I understand Nicola
Maiden worked for you.

- Yeah, poor girl.

Terrible shame.

We're all shocked.

I tell you what.

We'll go across the road.

Thanks, Susie.

You've written employee,
that should be ex-employee.

She didn't last long.

- Did you fire her?

- She left.

- When was this?

- About a month or so ago.

- Any reason?

- Left to move on,
that's what she told me.

Got herself some posh boyfriend

with a crumbling ancestral
boil out in the Peaks.

- She moved into a flat with
someone called Vi Nevin.

- Doesn't ring any bells.

- Do you know if she
went to another job?

- Couldn't say.

- What did she do
for you, exactly?

- The usual PR stuff.

Dealing with clients
and the like.

- Did she have any
qualifications in public
relations?

- All I know is she
was a clever girl,

she learned the job fast.

I was sorry to see her go.

Lovely girl.

- What did you pay her?

Going rate.

Which is...

- I couldn't say off
the top of me head.

- Roughly.

- Well I guess she must've
been on at least 25k.

Not bad for a girl of that age.

- Yeah, very good.

Doesn't explain how she
could afford her flat.

I wonder what she's
been living off

for the last couple of months.

- Her looks, probably.

Pretty girl like that just
had to bat her eyelids.

Some rich sod will
foot the bill.

Women, eh?

Don't you just love them?

Mrs. Webster.

- Yes?

CID.

Is your husband at home?

- Yes, we're in the kitchen.

The police want to
speak to you again.

- Hello, I'm DC Barbara Havers

and this is DC Slavin.

- Can I just say Mr.
Webster, it's a privilege.

I've read your book and
I think it's excellent.

The story was just...

Excellent.

Oh, and the ending.

Excellent.

- Ah well, thank you.

- Perhaps Constable Slavin
would like a signed copy.

- Oh that would be cracking.

- Wow, it's a pleasure.

Can
I get you anything?

- Oh, no thanks.

I see you're selling.

Are you moving far away?

- Well, no.

We love this place, but we
could use something bigger.

I take it this is about
that poor student.

- If you could just make
it out to Billy.

- Actually, I wanted to
ask about another student.

Tony Easton.

Why, I understand you
were his tutor.

Are you still in touch?

- Tony's dead.

- Oh...

- It was nearly two years ago.

Just before his finals.

He would've got a first,
no question.

- Gavin took it very hard.

He was very attached to Tony.

- I suppose it's all
right to tell you.

He came out to his
parents in his first year

and they disowned him.

Withdrew all financial support.

He had a really tough time.

- Typical Gavin, he
took him under his wing.

- No, no, not really.

I did what any decent
tutor would do,

and encouraged him
to keep going.

- How did he die?

- A diabetic coma.

He probably didn't take
enough care of himself.

His poor parents.

- If they'd supported
him, he'd still be here.

- Yes, well don't you
think they must've

tortured themselves with that?

Given time, they might've
come around,

they might've made
it up with him

and been proud of their son.

But now they'll never
get that chance.

- They don't deserve
that chance.

- As I say, Gavin
took it very hard.

He worried that there was
more he could've done.

- Excuse me.

Roddy, I'm coming!

- Look...

Can I ask what this is
in connection with?

- Well, the murder of a
young man named Gerard Cole.

- What does that have
to do with Tony?

- Well, they found his
ID in Cole's wallet.

Would you have any idea
why he might've had it?

- Well, students fake up
these ID cards all the time.

A ten minute job
on the computer.

Now chances are this
Gerard Cole found the name

of a dead person

and just stole his identity.

Come on, dad.

- Julian, Julian, is that you?

Come on, let's
get you to bed.

Leave me.

- I'm just trying to help you.

- Trying to help.

That's what I was trying to do.

Trying to help you.

- What did you just say?

- Good boy.

Very good boy.

Go away, Sam.

- Forget her, Julian.

She was
battered to death.

- She didn't want you.

She got rid of your baby.

Who told you that?

- I heard the policeman
tell you.

Julian...

- Why did you lie to him?

- To help you.

- You think I need your help?

I need you to cover for me?

- I think...

You've been under a lot
of strain lately.

What, with his place,
and your dad...

But she tipped you
over the edge.

She didn't give that
for your feelings.

Didn't realize what a
wonderful person you are.

But sometimes, Julian...

People don't see what's
right under their noses.

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything.

Oh it must have been
a terrible a shock for you.

- Oh.

Do you...

Do you think he suffered?

- No.

No, it would've been very quick.

- I'll put the kettle on.

Right, you've gotta
put these on.

- This is really exciting.

With Hanken it was in and
out, fast as he could.

- Oh, wham, bam,
thank you ma'am.

This must have set
him back a bit.

- But no computer.

- What for?

- Making ID cards.

- I don't buy that.

I mean, the ID didn't even
have Gerry Cole's photo on it,

what use is that?

- Remind me again, why
are we doing this?

- Because Hanken isn't.

- Claudette, Wild and Wet.

Frolics with Francine, hmm.

Lesbian Lovers.

- Sir.

No, I'm still hard at it, yeah.

April 1985.

Lunch.

That's all right, I'll find it.

Okay, bye.

- Where were you when I called?

- In my office.

- I was in your office.

- Okay, I was doing what
Hanken should be doing.

Checking out Gerry Cole.

I found these in his flat.

- Give me one good reason--

- Well I'm not convinced
that Nicola

was the main target.

I mean, Cole was killed
first and she--

- One good reason why
I shouldn't report you

straight to Webberley.

Yes, Superintendent.

No sir, we have no definite
leads at the moment.

No, our main line of
inquiry is still revenge

on Andy Maiden.

Havers?

What can I say?

She's been given the
opportunity to show

that she can obey orders.

And...

Well.

She seems to be knuckling
down to it, sir.

- From the phone company, sir.

A list of all calls to
and from Nicola Maiden's

mobile in the last three months.

- Thank you, Billy.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Vi Nevin.

- Yeah, I'm Vi.

Did Nicola send you?

- You don't know about Nicola?

- What?

- I'm Inspector Lynley,
can we go inside please?

- Don't tell me you've
actually found something.

- Well, I'd rather run
it past Inspector Lynley,

it might be nothing.

I'll decide
if it's nothing.

- Are you in the same
line of work as Nicola?

You know, girls in
a place like this.

- Oh, I've had men like you.

Hoity-toity.

Marbles in the mouth.

Got this client, Abannister.

Likes me in school uniforms
so he could rough me up.

- Vi, please.

I just want to ask
you about Nicola.

What kind of trouble was she in?

- Nicola could handle
herself, okay?

- Apparently not.

I'm sorry.

- I don't think I can
do this on my own.

So...

Am I in trouble?

- Not from me.

For what you're doing
isn't very safe.

Especially now that
you're on your own.

If you'll let me, I'll
talk to someone

I know who can help you.

- I used to wish I
had Nicola's life.

She was beautiful.

Clever.

Her parents loved her,
she had a boyfriend

that was crazy about her.

- Did you ever envy her at all?

- What does that mean?

She looked out for me.

She got me off smack, she
got me away from Reeve.

- You were working
for Martin Reeve?

Both of you?

- Yeah.

That's how we met, at
his escort agency.

- Why did you leave?

- He was taking 60 percent.

- So you decided to set
up in competition.

- It was Nicola's idea.

- How did Reeve feel about that?

- What do you think?

- Someone sent Nicola a letter

telling her to say no
before it's too late.

Does that mean anything to you?

- No.

Saying no in this game's
not really an option.

- Tell me, why would
a girl like Nicola

who had so much going for her,

why would she become
a prostitute?

- Oh, I don't know.

Kicks, easy money?

Was she interested
in money?

- She loved money.

She had plans, big plans.

Like what?

- Don't know exactly.

She was a clever one.

- I bet there's a list of all
your clients, isn't there?

- Yeah.

It's in Nicola's room.

Here.

You're not allowed
to touch that.

Nicola loved this old thing.

Slept with it every night.

I'm gonna keep it.

She never let me down and I'm
not gonna let her down now.

- Lynley.

- I've got a breakthrough, sir.

Andy Maiden smashed
a vice ring in 1986.

Martin Reeve was in
it up to his neck.

Reeve owned a brothel
that burnt down,

two prostitutes died.

Reeve sang like a bird to Andy,

grassed up his sidekicks.

Maiden had him put
away for 10 years.

Now I've checked with
the prison services,

turns out that when Reeve was
inside he had a hellish time.

Nobody likes a grass.

So obviously...

That's quite a grudge to carry.

- Interesting.

Good work.

- That's not all, sir.

Done some more digging.

Turns out, when Reeve was
inside, his wife divorced him.

Emigrated to America and took
their only kid, a daughter.

- You mean he blamed Maiden
because he lost his daughter so

he tried to make him
suffer the same way.

- Give that boy a lollipop.

And...

We now know that Nicola
set up in competition.

So, he'd want to punish her.

- Yeah, motives eh?

First you have none,
then three come along

all at once.

- Look, Constable.

You did well spotting
a cross-reference,

but leave the rest to
the big boys, yeah?

I say we bring him in,
lean on him hard.

- Reeve is a distinct
possibility,

but now we have a whole
new line of inquiry.

Now Nicola's background
is a prostitute.

So Billy, I want you to go
through her book of clients

and set up some interviews.

We'll go see Reeve again.

- What would you like
me to do, sir?

- Keep looking at the files.

- Sir.

- What we've got so far
is purely circumstantial.

- How did you get in?

- You must give us the
name of your decorators,

they're very fast, aren't they?

- So this is a knockin' shop?

- An escort agency.

- You led us to believe
it was a PR firm.

- And so it is.

Private relations.

I can't help you realize
your assumptions.

- Hey, don't get lucky with us.

We know all about you and--

- I want it on the record
that I've been cooperating.

- Do you remember a
Superintendent Andy Maiden?

- No, should I?

- Oh, come on.

He's only the guy that
got you put away.

- What if he was?

- So isn't it rather
ironic that his daughter

should end up working for you?

And how ironic that
she should end up

doing the dirty on you?

- And ended up dead,
how ironic is that?

- How ironic that I
don't give a toss.

- So.

Nicola took Vi Nevin,
plus their clients,

and all their income.

- And you spot a chance
for double revenge.

- What are you accusing me of?

- Where were you on the
night of the 30th

between eight and ten?

- I spent the night with
Tonya, one of me girls.

- Any witnesses?

- I don't like being
watched on the job, do you?

- We want to talk
with your Tonya.

- She's not the type
to kiss and tell.

- And I want a full
list of your clients

and everyone who's
worked for you.

- Well book game's not really
me strong point, but...

- Right.

Just one more smart
aleck comment out of you.

- Be my guest.

Who is it?

- It's me, Barbara.

- Oh, come in dear.

I'm sorry,
your front door was open.

- It's all right.

It doesn't seem right, does it?

But I had to get ready
for a new tenant.

What am I gonna do with
all Gerry's things?

These clothes, and
all these drawings?

- Did you know a Tony Easton?

- Good lord, yes.

He was a tenant of mine.

He lived here with Gerry.

They were always broke,
the pair of them.

- Yet the hi fi seems
pretty new.

And he had a brand new bike.

Did Gerry just come
into some money?

- Things were beginning
to pick up for him.

He said Tony was
looking after him

from beyond the grave.

Mind...

I never thought Gerry
was a believer.

- Earlier we found a
pile of prostitute cards.

- Oh, I know.

He was always bringing
them home.

Had them up here
for hours on end.

They were models
for his artwork.

I'm not silly.

Gerry wasn't interested
in girls,

not like that anyway.

Tony and he, oh they
were a lovely couple.

Well at least they're
together again now.

That's a great comfort to me.

- I had my suspicions.

Something about her,
something...

Knowing.

A hardness.

The last time I saw her...

The time we had that
terrible fight,

I'd answered her phone,
it was in her bag.

It was a man.

What he said, no mother
should ever have to...

Anyhow, I found money
there as well.

Over 500 pounds.

Nicola caught me looking
in her bag and that was...

Inspector.

Does my husband have
to know about this?

- Perhaps you should
be the one to tell him.

- I can't.

Our marriage was
about Andy's job.

He needed a haven, a wife.

But really, I could've
been anyone.

Are you married, Inspector?

- Yes.

- Do you talk to your wife?

- I call her every night
when I'm away.

- Oh.

- Martin Reeve.

- Do you remember the case?

- I remember every case.

He ran a brothel.

- Still does.

There's no easy way to
tell you this, Andy.

Nicola worked for Reeve.

- No, you've made a mistake.

She was a student
at the university.

- She dropped out and
went to work for him.

- No.

- Until a few weeks ago
when she moved into a flat

with a friend Vi Nevin,

and then they worked
over there by themselves.

- No, I'm sorry, I'm
not accepting this,

this is outrageous, I'm sorry.

- Please, Andy.

I wouldn't tell you this if
there was any doubt at all.

- This is my daughter you're
talking about, my Nicola.

- I'm so sorry.

This puts Reeve firmly
in the frame, you know.

He's got the motive,
flimsy alibi.

- He didn't do it, why would he?

- Well you did put him away
for 10 years, you know?

While he was inside,
he lost his daughter,

he might hold you responsible
for that.

- He turned my Nicola
into a slab of meat.

To be poured over by strangers.

Cheating on their wives.

Acting out their depraved
fantasies.

He'd had his revenge.

- Let's go back to
the house, eh?

- No.

- Nan is as upset as you are.

- Oh for God's sake, you
never told her, surely?

- No, she knew already.

At least she suspected.

- What, and she never
said anything?

I'll never forgive her, never.

- Don't be angry with Nan.

She knew what Nicola was
and she loved her anyway.

- It was my fault, wasn't it?

I tried to make her into
something she wasn't.

That's what you're
saying, isn't it?

So she kicked back at me.

- Don't blame yourself.

You did what any
parent would do.

- Have you got children?

- Talk to her.

- No I can't, I can't face her.

You need
each other now.

- I'm sorry.

He's in
a dreadful state.

- I think I know how to deal
with my own husband, Inspector.

I'm making lamb casserole
for dinner.

- Actually Nan, I won't
be staying any longer.

I'm moving into a hotel
near the station.

It's...

It's more convenient.

You do understand.

- Yes, of course.

Lynley.

- DS Hanken told me look through
Reeve's client list, sir.

And, well...

I checked it against
Nicola Maiden's and I think

I found something.

Nicola took all her clients
with her, except one.

- Well done.

- You could've told me that
Nicola was a prositute.

- I did.

I told you she was
a little tart.

- And you were one
of her clients.

How did it feel when your son

brought her home as
his girlfriend?

- I thought we might be
eligible for a family discount,

how do you think I felt?

- I want a sample of
your handwriting.

- Why?

- Letter to Nicola,

"Say no before it's too late."

- Ah, so you finally
figured out it was me.

How reassuring to know
we're in such capable hands.

Now why don't you run
along and find the killer.

- Where were you
on Monday night?

- Oh please, Inspector.

I love my son.

Enough not to want to
him to marry a whore,

but not enough to risk
my liberty for him.

If you must know, I was here
as always with my old friend.

Jack Daniels.

- Are you sure you
didn't know Gerard Cole?

- I never met him.

I knew Nicola posed for
him, and I didn't like it.

- Why didn't you tell
me that before?

- It's Vi Nevin, wasn't it?

She got her into this.

For all Nicola did for her,

this is how she repays her.

Guess on the game.

Filthy junky whore.

- You still haven't answered
my question.

- I just didn't want
to talk about it, okay?

- No.

It's not okay.

This is a murder investigation,

what else have you been hiding?

- This is harassment, Inspector.

- You know nothing
about harassment.

You know, I've been in
this game long enough

to know when people
don't cooperate,

generally they're
hiding something.

Thanks.

- Are you checking up on me?

- I'm checking in.

- Oh, great.

- Nice to see you too, Havers.

You fancy a drink?

Well done on the Reeve front.

Amazing what you can do
when you tow the line.

- You think Reeve
did it then, sir?

- Certainly had the motive.

I just keep getting half
truths everywhere I turn.

This boyfriend, Julian...

He's young, strong,
has a temper on him.

- Okay, but what can
he be looking for?

- I don't know.

Hanken.

- I know...

He's a Sergeant, I'm
the Constable.

He's the local, I'm the blow in,

he's the man, I'm the woman.

- Are you accusing
him of sexism?

Thanks.

- So, would let me
talk to Vi Nevin?

- No, I've spoken to her.

- But...

She may be able to tell us more.

I mean, she might relate to me.

- I said no, Havers.

- Women talk to women.

And she's vulnerable right now,

she must be frightened.

- Of course she's frightened.

And I think Nicola was too.

- Of what exactly?

- I don't know exactly.

But this life she was leading...

Street wise call girl,
hard as nails.

And every night she'd
cuddle up with a teddy bear.

Vi may be able to tell us more.

But I'll go and see
her tomorrow.

Oh no, what's
Dick Tracy doing here?

- Dinner was his suggestion.

Why don't you join us?

The PR wouldn't go amiss.

- I'll pass.

No, he's all yours.

Enjoy.

- This is an absolute
pleasure, sir.

There's nothing like
unwinding with a colleague.

- What's going on?

- I thought we'd have a nice
meal, just the two of us.

Your dad's passed out.

He knew about Nicola.

- What about her?

- That she's a prostitute.

Explains why he hated
her so much.

I heard him telling
that policeman.

- You're always lurking,
aren't you?

Listening in, picking
up tidbits.

- Just looking out
for you, Juls.

Here.

You and me.

We should be looking
out for each other.

Here's to...

The living.

Nicola's dead, Juls.

But I'm here for you.

I can help you forget.

- You make me sick.

- Oh, come on.

At least with me you know your
dad never got there first.

- Andy?

Andy!

- Come on up.

Not me, I don't know what
you're talking about!

- Ms. Nevin?

Vi?

- Reeve's your man.

I'd stake me career on it.

And I'll still say bring him in.

Give me a shot at him
sir, I'll crack him.

- I don't think so, green tea?

- No, what?

You don't think I've
got it in me?

- I don't think it's
a wise move.

Letting him see our hand.

With no hard evidence,
we may have to wait

until he trips himself up.

- Or kills again.

- Excuse me, that
would be my wife.

Hi darling.

Oh, hello.

- I'm at Vi Nevin's flat.

You better get over here, sir.

- Oh, Andy.

- I just wanted to talk to her.

I thought that she might,
you know, open up to me.

- After I specifically
asked you not to come here.

- Yeah, but we are
missing something.

Something to do with Gerry Cole.

I wanted to ask her about him,

because I think that we
should be looking to--

- Stop there, Havers.

You are not officially
off this case.

- But sir, please,
if you would just--

- There's a woman
lying dead there.

This is neither the
time nor the place

for this conversation.

Give your witness statement
to one of our officers.

Then first thing tomorrow,
you head back to London

and you report to Webberley.

Sir.

- Yes, Billy?

I found this, sir.

- Oh good, dust it for
prints and have it analyzed.

- Breakthrough, sir.

Neighbors report seeing
a man running towards

a black BMW.

Why rich.

- Reeve.

Bring him in.

- Yes.

I knew I was right.

- Tell us what you were doing
in Vi Nevin's flat tonight.

- I wasn't there.

- We found a bag of heroin
at the victim's flat

with your fingerprints
all over it.

- So?

I gave it to her ages ago.

- A man matching your
description was seen

running to his car,

a car very much like yours.

- It's a coincidence, must be.

- We've got eye witnesses.

- We can organize a line up.

- All right.

I was there.

- I knew it.

- Go on, Mr. Reeve.

- I wanted to see her.

Took her a little present,
just to ease the way.

Got quality gear, it was too.

Now, I am cooperating again.

- I don't care about
your cooperation.

Was that the only
reason you went?

- Maybe it was a bit
of a friendly warning.

I've got a good little
business going here,

suddenly I've got you lot
breathing down me neck.

I knew you'd be talking
to her, I just wanted to--

Shut her
up once and for all.

No!

- Tiny slip of a girl,
she won't stand a chance.

- She was fine when
I left there.

- So why didn't tell
us that before then?

- What'd you think?

- Because you killed her!

- Why would I?

She was a good little
earner, she'd a been back.

Do you know how much
clients will pay

for someone who looks
eleven years old?

I mean what use is
she to me dead?

I mean, not that I don't
have some kinky customers,

but she'd be pretty
soon bust herself wide,

do you know what I mean, aye?

- You're sick.

I'm charging you with the mur--

- Excuse me, Sergeant.

Can we have a word?

- I'm in the middle
of an interview.

- Yeah, charge him with
living off immoral earnings,

or being concerned in
the supply of heroin,

or throw attempting to
pervert the cause of justice.

But not murder.

His fingerprints
don't match those

on the murder weapon.

- Well if he didn't do
it, who the hell did?

- Sir, there's someone
to see you.

- Samantha.

Who did this to you?

- He did.

Julian Britton.

- What happened?

- I'm sorry, Inspector.

You remember I told
you I was with him

the night Nicola was killed?

Well, I lied.

- I know that, why?

- He made me do it.

But I felt really bad about it.

I told him I was going to
come and tell you the truth

and he just went crazy
and started kicking

and punching me,

and said he'd do to me
what he did to Nicola.

I thought he was
going to kill me.

But I got away.

- Take her to the police
Sergeant, straight away.

- All done sir.

I'll be downstairs.

- Sir!

Right.

Come on, Mr. Britton.

Come on, Mr. Britton!

- That's enough, Sergeant!

- Is that you, Julian?

We're the
police, Mr. Britton.

Do you know where your son is?

- Such a good boy.

Always trying to help.

- He's done a runner.

- Right, search the
grounds, put out an alert.

But if he's detained,
I don't want anyone

to interrogate him until
I get there, all right?

I mean anyone.

Next train to
Prague on platform seven,

will be at 16:27 in
service to London Euston.

Thanks.

Yup, it's
Julian Britton.

- Suicide.

Looks like an admission
of guilt to me.

- Or despair.

- Well he knew the
net was closing in.

Takes the coward's way out.

Looks like we can
close the case,

and can I say sir, it's been
a pleasure working with you.

- This case isn't closed
yet, Sergeant.

We need to take his prints
and see if they match.

Sir.

- You'd better be on
that London train.

- Sir...

I think I've cracked it.

- This had better be good.

- I found this in Gavin
Webster's office.

He was having an affair
with one of his students,

Tony Easton, who was
Gerry Cole's lover.

Now Tony died last year

and Webster never got over it.

- What does this got
to do with anything?

- Webster lied to me
about knowing Cole.

And I saw something in his flat,

if I could just find it...

- You have no idea the
trouble you're in, do you?

A breach of discipline
doesn't begin to describe--

- Yes!

Yes.

Now this is Cole's writing,

yet it's the same
quote in the front

of Gavin Webster's book.

Now Webster denied ever
knowing Cole, yet...

Well this shows that he was
involved with him in some way.

It's too much to
be a coincidence.

He was in love with Tony,

well I reckon he was
jealous of Cole

and that's why he killed him.

Okay...

Maybe Cole threatened
to tell Webster's wife

that he was gay

and he was blackmailing him

and there were large
cash withdrawals

on his bank statements.

- So why would he kill Vi Nevin,

what was he looking for
at the murder scene?

- Well maybe there's photos
of them together somewhere,

ask him, bring him in,
it's the only way that we--

- We?

Havers, there is no we.

I thought I made that
clear when I said

you were off this case.

- Well you can't ignore this.

You said yourself that
Vi Nevin was terrified.

Well maybe she was
hiding something.

- All you've done so
far is dig up some dirt

on the man's private
life, if that.

Besides, we think we
know who the killer is.

- Who?

- It doesn't concern you!

I suggest that you
phone for a taxi

and go to the railway station.

- Bad news, sir.

Julian Britton's prints
aren't the ones

on the weapon that
killed Vi Nevin.

Thought we were about
to wrap this one up.

Looks like we're back
at square one.

- Thank you.

I'm going to read a few passages

and then I'll answer
any questions.

Love...

Binds our bodies.

And frees our souls.

- Thanks, mate.

- I've asked myself
that many times,

and the answer is I don't
know where it came from.

I've come to accept
that writing is a gift.

A mysterious and beguiling gift.

What Sylvia Plath calls that
rare and random descent.

Now sometimes one...

Do you recognize
these words?

- Yes.

- This is Cole's handwriting.

Look at the date.

That's before your
book was published.

If you didn't know Cole,

how could he have written
these words?

- Why, it's perfectly simple.

I let Tony see an early
draft of my book.

Now he must have picked
up on it and repeated it

to this Gerard Cole.

- Sir, I've got something
you need to see.

- Excuse me.

- Havers, I can't.

- Sir, please.

This evidence is crucial.

You didn't write Gray Dawn.

Tony Easton did.

- This is meaningless.

I sent Tony my first draft

and he changed the
names for a joke.

- Then how do you explain this?

Dear Tony...

Thank you for letting
me read Gray Dawn.

It is an outstanding
piece of writing

which must be published.

I have every faith in
you and will support you

in any way I can.

Yours in admiration, Gavin.

Why did you publish his
book as your own?

- I didn't.

- We have the original
manuscript.

And this letter proves
that the work isn't yours.

- I didn't do it lightly.

- Excuse me, we're supposed
to be investigating a murder

not plagiarism.

- Go on.

- Tony meant a great deal to me.

I was the only one he
trusted with his work.

Now and then...

I'd give him some money.

Bought his dinner.

And he said...

One day he'd pay me back.

In a way, that's how I saw it.

Besides, who could it hurt?

- His memory.

His family.

- His family had disowned him,

they deserve nothing from him.

- And you did?

So you stole from Tony.

- No.

I just borrowed from him.

I thought it would open
doors for my own writing,

I never expected this
degree of success.

- Whoever killed Nicola
Maiden, Gerard Cole,

and Vi Nevin was looking
for something.

This was it, wasn't it?

The manuscript on this disc.

- How should I know?

- Was Cole blackmailing you?

- No.

- I found this in Vi
and Nicola's flat.

They were in on it,
weren't they?

Cole suddenly had money to burn,

and if we look in
your bank details,

we will see that you
have withdrawn

large sums of cash.

- We found very clear
fingerprints

on the weapon that killed Vi.

You don't mind if we take
yours just to make sure

they don't match.

- Cole was blackmailing me.

Said he had proof Tony
had written the book.

Threatened to go to the press.

I gave him 5,000 pounds.

Which I could ill afford.

I'd only gotten an
advance of 2,000,

it would take years for
royalties to come in.

But Cole wanted another
10,000 you see?

In return for his evidence.

When I got there, he
changed his mind.

Why let go of a good
thing, he said.

- So then you murdered them.

And then when you couldn't
find this at the campsite,

you went to their flat.

And you killed Vi Nevin.

- No.

It wasn't like that.

I was angry.

He was laughing at me.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

Least of all, Nicola.

I didn't want to kill anybody.

I just...

I just wanted to make
my wife proud.

- Three murders.

She must be very proud.

- Hey.

It's this morning, isn't it?

- It's what this morning?

- Sir.

He's ready to see us.

- Right.

I'll meet you outside
Webberley's office in a minute,
okay?

- I'm not involved in
briefing Webberley, am I?

- No.

Look, a lot of the work you
did up there was wonderful

and I'll make sure that
Webberley knows about it.

Presenting the facts, it...

It's a matter of rank.

Hanken was my DS.

I'm sorry.

- Isn't that what this
case is about?

Somebody stealing someone's idea

and taking credit for it?

Well as you would say
sir, how ironic.

Fine.