All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S03E03.A.Cry.for.Justice.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- All this way to Oxford for
another pointless course.

- I thought diversity would
be right up your street.

- Billy, I know racism
when I see it.

I don't need lectures
and silly role-plays.

- It's good to see
you again, Havers.

- It gives me great pleasure,
on behalf of my charity

Raising Hope, to make
this donation

to the St. Michael's Hostel

in recognition of the
excellent work you do

in helping young,
homeless people.

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Sanderson, how far
d'you think ten grand will go?

Thank you very much.

- How much of the
money you raise

actually goes to the
homeless, Mr. Sanderson?

- Doesn't your mum miss
you now you're in Oxford?

- A bit. But I take my
washing back at weekends.

She's chuffed for me.
It's a bigger force.

Better chance for promotion.

Shh.

Apparent suicide.

4009 Wilton Street.

- Wilton Street?

That's just round the corner.

- We can check it out.

- What about your train?

- No, I can get a later one.

- But I'm not on duty
for another half hour.

- We're always on duty,
Billy. Come on, let's go.

We might have to
break in, Billy.

- But I'm still on
probation in this force.

- Billy.

We're too late.

- Suicide.

Name's Morag McNicholl.

- Don't touch anything else.

Here, DC Barbara Havers.

Request immediate assistance.

Suspicious death.

- Here's to us.

- Cheers.

- Well, I suppose I should
start unpacking, really.

- I'll do it tomorrow.
Nothing else to do.

- I don't want you
lifting anything.

- The point of me taking
early maternity leave

was to concentrate on the house.

- No.

The point of you taking
early maternity leave was

because you have high
blood pressure.

I want you taking it easy
and opening some presents.

- Can I see your warrant card?

- Look at her wrists.

You see, I don't think
that there's enough...

- Constable Slaven, why's
this officer dealing

with this with you here?

- Um...

- Wait a minute.

Neither of us were on duty,

and I am the more
experienced officer, so I...

- This is a local enquiry.

I want you off the premises now.

You stay here.

- Uh, do you live here?

- No. Do you?

- What's your business here?

- You first.

- Do you know Morag McNicholl?

- Has something happened to her?

- Are you a relative?

- Are you?

- Look, I'm Detective
Constable Havers.

Now, tell me, what is your
connection with Morag McNicholl?

- Red McGuire. The Chronicle.

Suspicious death, right?

- Get out of the way.

- Was it a murder? Do
you have any suspects?

- Look, back off or I'll do
you for scanning police radio.

- Havers. I didn't expect
to see you here.

- Well, I'm... I've been called

to see the assistant
commissioner.

How is he?

- Enjoying covering for
Webberley, getting his hands
dirty.

Good luck.

- You had a very promising
career as a DS.

Yes, sir.

- But you were demoted by
Chief Superintendent Webberley.

Yes, sir.

- Tell me about yesterday.

- I'm... Well, I'm sorry
if I stepped out of line.

I was only...

I was with Constable Slaven
when we heard the call.

We realized we were very
near to the scene, so...

- So you barged in. Took over.

Called for assistance of your
own volition despite the fact

that an officer from that
division was already at the
scene.

- I didn't mean to stand
on anyone's toes.

- What made you call
for assistance?

- Well... When I saw the victim,

something struck me.

The amount of blood
on her wrists,

it was as if the same force
had been used on each one.

And...

well, I just thought
there's no way

she's cut them herself.

And the cuts were...

I don't know, just too neat.

- And that's all
you had to go on?

- Yes.

Well, no... well, it's
hard to explain.

- Try.

- Well, I just had a feeling,

you know, a gut instinct.

Um, that something wasn't right.

Um, I'm sorry if I over-reacted.

- No. It was a good call.

- It appears that Morag
McNicholl was murdered.

Sharp blow to the
back of the neck

consistent with being
struck by a heavy object.

The killer cut her wrists to
make it look like a suicide.

- I see.

- I've asked Inspector Lynley
to head up the investigation.

That'll please the Oxford squad.

Now, what am I going to
do about you, Havers?

- So you must be looking forward

to going back to Oxford,
then, sir.

I'll be commuting.

- Oh, me too.

I thought your course
had finished.

- You've not heard
the news, then?

- You've been assigned
to the case?

- Yeah. Oh, and I've...

been reinstated.

- Oh, Havers, that is...

That's...

- I think the phrase
you're looking for is

"not before time".

- You really don't know
the Crucible Club?

It's owned by Jemma Sanderson.

You know, the model.

Picture of her here with
Morag McNicholl.

You really should
keep up, Sergeant,

she's been around for ages.

It is odd, isn't it? No diary.

No address book. Nothing.

Must be someone we can contact.

- Maybe she didn't have anyone.

- I find that hard to believe.

- What? A woman living alone.

Why is that hard to believe?

- She must have had a purse.

- Maybe the killer took it.

Sir?

- Yes, Sergeant?

- You can stop calling me that.

- Sorry, Sergeant.

She had a healthy bank balance.

Regular payments.

Clearly kept her
affairs in order.

- Sir.

- She was killed by a blow
to the back of the skull.

There's no weapon evident, so
it's possible she just fell

and banged her head.

The killer then lifted
her into a chair,

so it must've been someone
strong enough to do that,

and slit her wrists to make
it look like a suicide.

Unfortunately there's
no prints on the blade.

There's no signs of
a forced entry,

so it's possible
or even probable

that she knew her assailant.

We know of no family
or friends as yet,

and she didn't really
mix with the neighbors.

However, the door-to-doors
have come up with this,

a young lad who's been seen
hanging around outside her house

for the past two weeks.

It was reported to the police

and someone did go
and check it out.

However, he'd moved on.

Sergeant Havers?

- Her purse is missing,

and we found 10,000
pounds in cash, hidden.

In relatively new bills,

so it doesn't look like
a lifelong stash,

more a recent windfall.

Her personal finances seem
to be very tidy indeed.

- We have no real
forensic evidence,

and no prints apart
from the victim's.

All we know is she worked
at the Crucible Club.

- Are you sure there's
not some mistake?

I mean, why would anyone...

- How long had she worked here?

- Since I opened.

- Which was when?

- Ten years. A model's
shelf-life is rather short.

- What did she do
for you, exactly?

- She was in charge
of membership.

She knew how this place
worked inside out.

How? I mean...

Where did it happen?

- It was in her house.

We think she may well
have known her killer.

- Poor Morag.

- We've been unable
to trace her family.

- Morag didn't have any family.

- Boyfriends?

- Not in all the time
I've known her.

- Girlfriends?

- Oh, please.

- I understand that
her salary was paid

directly into her bank account.

- Yes, but I don't see...

- Did she have any
employment outside the club

that you know of?

- No. The Crucible was her life.

- It's just that we found rather
a large amount of banknotes

in her house and they
don't quite tie in

with her statements.

- I wouldn't know anything
about that.

- Did she handle the
cash here at all?

- Surely you're not
suggesting that...

I-I trusted her completely.

And now she's dead,
you're accusing her of...

I can't believe this
is happening.

- We do have to consider
every possibility.

- I realize that.

I'm sorry.

- May I ask where you
were on Monday night

between eight and ten?

- Whatever for?

- Just a routine question,
Mrs. Sanderson.

- I was here, working late.

- Thank you.

Now I'd like to see Morag's
desk, please.

- Can I ask what you're
looking for?

- A diary, address book.

Anything with personal details.

- Oh, that's one of my
husband's charities.

Morag helped out a bit.

- Where might I find him?

- He's at home, but he won't
be able to tell you anything.

- Sorry to have kept
you waiting, Inspector.

It's a tragic business.

My wife phoned me.
She's very shaken.

Some coffee?

- Thank you.

How well did you know
Ms. McNicoll?

- Not well.

The club is really
my wife's baby.

I pop in now and then.

Sit down.

- I understand she was
involved in your charity work.

- No, she did some
bookwork for me,

helped out at fundraisers,
but that's as far as it went.

Decent sort, as far as I know.

Can I say something, Inspector?

- Yes, of course.

- It would be better if
this didn't reach the press.

- Better for whom?

- Look, the only reason
that this is newsworthy

is the fact she worked
for a high-profile couple

like ourselves.

And I know journalists
unscrupulous enough

to make a meal of that.

- Right.

- Yeah, I've been looking
at the pathologist's report

again, sir.

And it says there were
marks of childbirth.

- And?

Well, I got the name
of her GP from the pharmacy,

and they've no record of it.

- Well, see what you
can find out, then.

- Okay.

Also, the dihydrocodeine
that was found in the house

was prescribed for
acute back pain.

But I checked that
with path lab,

and there's no sign
of it in her system.

- A lot of people don't take
their medication, Havers.

- Yeah, I've also got
her phone records.

She's been getting a lot of
calls from the one number.

Nancy Brooks, 12 Lethington
Street.

Yeah, it's near the
Ladybird Estate.

- Hello?

- Right. I'll check it out.

- I'm fine.

You don't need to keep...

Beans on toast.

Well, yeah, again.

Well, I like beans on toast.

Look, I'm a bit busy just now.

Better go. Yeah, me too.

Yeah. Me too. Bye, Mum. Bye.

- Oh, I'm going to lunch, yeah?

Oh, by the way, Billy, uh...

- Yeah?

- Have you got a vest on?

It's cold out.

- Remember me?

- I thought I told you.

- Oh, come on, lighten up.

Let me take you for lunch.

- No, thanks.

- My treat.

Could be worth your while.

- I said no, thanks.

- Well, what if I said
I can help you

with the Morag McNicholl case?

- Help yourself, more like.

She worked at the Crucible
Club, right?

And she helped Nigel
Sanderson in his charity work.

- How do you know that?

You got a snitch on the inside?

- Only you, with any luck.

In answer to your question,
I make it my business to know

everything that involves
Sanderson.

But if you're not interested,
I won't waste my time.

You'll have to excuse
the display of gluttony.

I've just quit smoking.

Can't stop stuffing my face.

That's my technique.
Get your own.

- I've been doing this
since I was seven.

Now, tell me about
Nigel Sanderson.

And preferably not with
your mouth full.

- Okay, I think we should
put our cards on the table.

- What cards?

- I want you to keep Morag's
death out of the press for now.

- Oh, you want an
exclusive on it?

- Yeah, and on all police
information regarding the case.

In return, I'll tell you
where to start looking. Deal?

- You know, I am
a police officer.

I don't need to do deals
for information.

- Then I must know more about
the police than you, then.

- We will decide when to release

the information to the press.

So what is it you
want to tell me?

- What's your main line
of investigation?

- Oh, I thought you had some
useful information for me.

- Look, I think I know why
Morag McNicholl was murdered.

What if she was blackmailing
Sanderson?

- Over what?

- I'm not sure, exactly.

Look, Sanderson's
a bad bit of work.

He was disbarred from the
Law Society for embezzling.

He wriggled out.

Then there was the
Newman case in the '90s.

Remember that? Murder case.

Newman worked for Sanderson.

He ended up in the Thames.

Sanderson wriggled out again.

He got money to set his
wife up at The Crucible.

And now this so-called charity.

It's just another
one of his scams.

- Yeah, and Morag McNicholl
fits in where?

- Okay, maybe the
blackmailing's a leap too far.

But I reckon she was
another Newman.

She knew too much, and
Sanderson had to get rid of her.

- Is this just pie in the sky,

or do you have something
concrete

to link Morag to Sanderson?

- His income doesn't
add up to his lifestyle,

and he's been involved
in a murder before.

He's got an offshore account,
a flat in St. Tropez,

an 80-foot yacht...

- You're just jealous.

And I don't have time to sit

and listen to your
tittle-tattle.

- Mrs. Brooks?

- Yes?

- I'm Inspector Lynley.

I need to talk to you
about Morag McNicholl.

Are you sure you don't know her?

- What is this about?

- Mrs. Brooks?

- I don't think so.

Why?

- Apparently she was
called from this number

on several occasions.

Do you live here alone?

- Yes.

My son's away at the moment,

and my husband died
three months ago.

- I'm sorry.

- What did you say
the name was again?

- Morag McNicholl.

- I didn't recognize her.

It must be 20 years.

- How did you know her?

- Derek, my husband, knew
her through his work.

Can you please tell me
what this is about?

- I'm afraid she's
been murdered.

- When was this?

- Monday night.

- Murdered.

- Can I ask why you called her?

- To tell her about Derek.

People that were close, I...

It's taken me some time to
get round to other people.

- You phoned a number of times.

- You know how it is.

You say you'll keep in touch,

you make an effort
for a little while.

- Did she have any
family that you know of?

- No. She never...

She never wanted a family.

How did she die?

- She was attacked in her house.

We suspect that she
knew her killer.

- I wish I could be more help,
Inspector, but as I said,

I didn't know her very well.

- Thank you.

You're convinced
this is the way forward?

- Morag McNicholl had no family,
no life outside her work.

I think she knew something
was going on at the club.

They're looking for a
temp for Morag's job

and I just... I just thought
if I could get in there,

then I could be in a position
to find out what she knew.

- Yeah, and if she was
killed because of it,

you could be putting
yourself in danger.

- Only if I screw
up. And I won't.

I know I can do this, sir.

- I believe you can.

We have to follow
proper procedure.

- Well, how long will that take?

Because I've got an interview
in Oxford at five past 5:00.

- You don't hang about,
do you, Sergeant?

- I've got A-levels in
English and computing.

Oh, and considerable experience
with word processing,

letter writing, taking
minutes, typing up reports.

You know, the whole
range of office skills.

- How would you rate
your people skills?

- Ooh, I've never any
complaints in that department.

- Why wasn't I consulted?

- Because we had to
move very fast.

Sergeant Havers strongly
believes that Morag McNicholl

was killed because she knew
what went on at the Crucible.

She saw an opportunity
to get inside.

- So you let her just jump in?

- Are you questioning
my decision?

- Well, with all respect, sir,

Sergeant Havers has no
experience at all

of covert operations.

- This club has a very
distinguished membership,

faces you might see on
television or in the newspaper.

How would you deal with that?

- Well, the way I see it,
they come here to relax,

to get away from all that.

So I suppose the best way is
to just ignore it, you know,

give them their own space.

- Exactly.

- She's only just been
reinstated, and I strongly...

- Yes. Reinstated by me.

She's very keen, very capable.

I have every confidence in her.

- To be quite honest... I'm
quite shy, around men, anyway,

especially toffs.

- I am the SIO, right?

And I have to express
my concern.

- At the moment, we
have no suspects.

Morag McNicholl appeared to
know no one outside of her work.

This has to be the main
focus of our investigation.

- I see.

- This is not deep
cover, Inspector.

We are hoping that
she's going to be

in and out of there quickly.

I've told her you'll look
in on the club tomorrow,

get Jemma Sanderson
out of the way

so she can have a look around.

- Yes, sir.

- Are you managing all right?

- Oh yeah, thanks.

- Any problems, just ask.

Oh, by the way, my
husband's having

a gathering at our
house on Sunday.

I wonder if you'd be free...

- Oh, that would be very kind.

- ... to help out with drinks?

It's a fundraiser
for his charity.

The Crucible staff are very
generous with their time.

- Of course. I'd be
glad to, uh, help.

Can I help you?

- Inspector Lynley, any
news about Morag?

- No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid not.

I was wondering if I
could have another word.

- Well, yes, of course.

Uh, Patricia?

Patricia?

- Oh, sorry.

- We'll be in the Oriel Lounge.

Will you manage on your own?

- Yes. Thanks.

- I've already told you
everything I know.

- Did Morag ever
mention children?

- No, we never discussed them.

But then again, I-I'm
not a mother, so...

I don't think there's
anything else I can tell you.

- You have a very
prestigious clientele here.

Morag was in charge of
the membership, yes?

Perhaps she had access
to information.

- Where is this going,
Inspector?

- Well, to be honest,
we haven't yet found

an official source for the money

that was found at her house.

And it is possible...

- First of all, you
call her a thief,

and now you're accusing
her of... what, exactly?

- I'm not accusing anyone
of anything, Mrs. Sanderson.

But we do have to examine the
possibility that her murder is

in some way linked to your club.

So am I right in saying
that you and Morag

were in fact quite close?

- We were.

She was more of a friend
than an employee.

- So she may have confided
something.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Anything that could help
us build a better picture

of what was going on in the
last few days of her life.

- I'm afraid I can't
think of anything.

Now, if that's all,
Inspector, I'm very busy

and must get back to my office.

- I'd like a full list of
members, if that's all right.

With contact details.

- This would be very
bad for the club.

- Most people are more than
willing to help the police

with their inquiries,
Mrs. Sanderson.

- Actually, there was something.

I swore to Morag I wouldn't
tell anyone.

She trusted me.

- Whatever you tell me
could help find her killer.

- She did have a child,
a son, years ago.

Gave him up for adoption.

- And?

- Recently he managed
to trace her.

Got in touch.

It upset her enormously.

- Why?

- She said he never forgave
her for giving him up.

Said he'd turned out bad.

- In what way?

Oh, trouble
with the police,

that sort of thing.

- And she blamed
herself for that?

- Yes, I think she did.

- Do you have a name
for this boy?

Age? Where I might find him?

- No.

- And you have no idea of
the hospital he was born in

or the adoption agency she used?

- No.

You surely don't think
he could have had

something to do with this?

- Thank you for your
time, Mrs. Sanderson.

- Morag McNicholl.

Name mean anything to you?

- Get out of my way.

- Yeah, I understand
she worked for you.

She was murdered.

Does the savior of the
poor have any comment?

- Not for the banner rags.

What are you doing?

- Um, I-I'm Patricia Brady.

I've just started.

You must be Mr. Sanderson.

- Have you seen my wife?

- Yeah.

She's in the Oriel Lounge,
with the police inspector.

- You won't be missed?

- No, they think I popped
out for a sandwich.

Now, about two months ago,

the club was threatened
with foreclosure.

- So?

- Well, then a few weeks ago,
there was a one-off deposit.

50,000 pounds.

- We're supposed to be
investigating Morag's murder,

not the club's finances.

- Well, it's all I could find

before Sanderson interrupted me.

Oh, and I saw him put
something in a safe.

Now, if I could just
get the combination,

then I might find out...

- To find what?

- Well, I don't know.

But right now, it's our
only line of inquiry.

- Wrong, Havers, we have
a new line of inquiry.

According to Jemma
Sanderson, Morag had a son

that she put up for adoption.

Recently, he traced her.

And it was not a happy reunion.

- Why didn't she tell
you this straight off?

- Because she made some
sort of promise to Morag.

- Then why break it now?

Because she doesn't want
you fishing around the club.

That's why.

- I'm going back
to Morag's flat.

We might have missed something.

Unfortunately, I can't
take you with me.

Hey. Come here.

Here.

You all right?

- I'll get them in
the post tonight.

- Thanks.

Marjorie. How are you?

- Oh, a bit tired, but
I'm not complaining.

How could I?

- Oh, she's beautiful.

- Here. Would you
like to hold her?

- Oh, she looks so content.

I don't want to disturb her.

Let's have a coffee.

I'll hold her then.

- Okay.

- Lynley.

Morag McNicholl's
Switch card's been used, sir.

They're holding someone.

- You found the card?

At the Greasy Spoon.

Under the table.

Someone must've dropped it.

Please don't tell my boss.

- When was this?

The other day.

I can't remember exactly.

It was just lying there.

I didn't even know whose it was.

I'm sorry.

I know I shouldn't have done it.

You're not going
to tell my boss?

Please, I won't do
it again, I swear.

- What happened to the purse?

- It's here.

- Was there anything
else in this purse?

- Well, there was, but...

- What?

- There was about 30 quid.

But I spent it.

I'm sorry.

- Do you recognize this
woman, Shelley?

- Yeah, I think it was her.

Tell her I'm really sorry.

I'll pay the money back.

- Did she come in regularly?

Did you see her talking
to anyone?

- Um, I don't think so.

I think she was on her own.

- Thank you.

Oh, where were you
on Monday night?

- I was working.

I work all hours.

- Get her to the station and
have her cautioned, all right?

- Sir, Shelley Gibson's
alibi checked out.

But we've got a match for
those prints coming through.

- Excellent.

Hi, darling.

- Hi.

What time will you
be home tonight?

I'm afraid
I'll be quite late. Sorry.

- It's just that I've got
something to show you,

something you're going to like.

What is it?

- Oh, you'll have
to wait and see.

I'll see you later.

I'll be back
as soon as I can. Bye.

- Okay. Bye.

- Billy, have a look at this.

- Actual bodily harm,
misuse of drugs.

Could add robbing the dead.

- No, that bit.

The name and address.

It's Nancy Brooks's son.

- I've told you everything
I know.

- It's not you I want
to talk to, Mrs. Brooks.

It's your son, Daniel.

- Barbara.

- He's still in Oxford,
I'm afraid.

- Oh. I thought he'd
be home by now.

I-I just wanted to catch up.

I've got to steer clear of
the incident room these days.

Oh, I got you this.

- Thanks.

Well, why don't you come in?

- Okay.

- I don't know where he is.

I'm going mad wondering what
could've happened to him.

- I saw him today.

- Where?

- Breaking into Morag
McNicholl's house.

- And... where is he now?

- I was hoping you
could tell me that.

What is Daniel's connection
to Morag McNicholl?

- Look, he's been in a bit
of bother with the police.

Got into the wrong company,
that's all.

But he's a good boy, deep down.

- Please answer the question.

What is Daniel's connection
to Morag McNicholl?

Is he...

Is he her son, Mrs. Brooks?

- So you managed to get away.

What's it like working
for the big boss?

- Hillier?

Um... I like him.

He recognizes hard work.

- That's all I need.

Would you like a drink?

- Oh, I don't wanna
keep you back.

- Oh, thanks, Barbara.

These are fun.

Let me show you round the house.

- You know, I should get going.

- No, no, wait, he's
bound to want to see you.

I tell you what, I've got a
bottle of wine in the fridge.

I'm only allowed one glass,

but it'd be nice not
to have it on my own.

- We always wanted a big family,

the house full of
noise and chaos.

But it never happened.

We were on the adoption list,
but it was taking too long.

Then my husband met Morag.

It's not what you think.

It wasn't his baby.

She was a receptionist at the
car showroom where he worked.

She was pregnant.

Needed money.

It seemed like the answer
for all of us.

We agreed to give
her 20,000 pounds.

I was terrified she would
change her mind.

But she never even
looked at him.

Never held him.

She did threaten
to take him away,

give him to an adoption agency,

unless we gave her
another 10,000.

We had to go to a moneylender.

It all got too much
for my husband.

He lost his job.

Eventually, we lost the house.

Ended up here.

Do you have children, Inspector?

- Not yet.

- Then you can't imagine
what it's like,

having a child and no money.

- So you're not tempted
to give up police work

and become a full-time
secretary?

- No chance.

- It's quite risky,
what you're doing.

Interesting though.

Immersing yourself in a
totally different character.

- Well, I have to keep my
mouth shut, do as I'm told.

- That must be a challenge.

- Nice place.

- I know.

But it's...

- What?

- I don't know.

Since I gave up work, maybe
I've got too much time to think.

- Lucky you.

- I know I am.

Does Tommy ever talk
much about the baby?

- Um... we talk about
work, mostly.

- Because he never really...

Well, typical man.

He'd run a mile rather than
talk about his feelings.

- We always told him
he was adopted.

When his dad died,
he became obsessed

with finding his real parents.

He wanted the name of
the adoption society.

He kept asking questions.

Finally, I told him the truth,

hoping that that would
put an end to it.

But it made him all
the more determined.

He was angry.

He went looking for her.

And I've not seen or
heard from him since.

- I'd like to see his room.

- He hates me tidying his room,
so I daren't touch anything.

I know he'll be back.

- If he does, you have to get
in touch with me immediately.

Please, Mrs. Brooks, before
he gets in any deeper.

Havers.

- Barbara brought us a
housewarming gift.

- Oh, that's very sweet of you.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm so late, darling.

- Um, I should go.

- No, no, no. Stay.

Let me get you up to speed
on what's been happening.

Remember the boy who was seen

hanging around outside
Morag's house?

Mm-hmm.

I caught him breaking in today.

Unfortunately, he
got away from me.

Turns out that he's Morag's son.

Daniel Brooks.

Morag sold him to Nancy
Brooks as soon as he was born.

- She sold him?

- Then asked for more money.

According to Nancy Brooks,
if she can be believed,

Morag was a pretty heartless,
and calculating woman.

- Maybe she didn't
have a choice.

- Darling, sorry, I've just
been thinking about this

all the way from Oxford.

Daniel Brooks, filled with
rage against his mother,

his natural mother...

Actually, both of them,
by the sounds of it.

Anyway, he goes looking
for her and confronts her.

He gets very angry, panics.

He... he knocks her
over, kills her.

Doesn't know what to do,
so he puts her in a chair,

slits her wrists to make
it look like suicide.

- But why would he go back?

- To rob her.

By now he believes he's entitled
to all her worldly goods.

That doesn't do your theory

about the Crucible
Club any favors.

- No. It reinforces it.

I mean, we now know that
Morag was capable

of extorting money.

And we know that the club

had serious financial
difficulties.

I mean, Morag could have
been stealing from them.

- No, it's got to
be Daniel Brooks.

I mean, think about
it logically.

He's got previous for ABH.

There are eyewitnesses
put him at the scene.

He has the means,
he has the motive.

His life was a mess.

He goes looking for
his natural parents,

hoping to find some new
identity and, when he finds her,

not only doesn't she want him,

he finds out that she sold him.

Now, how much more
motive do you need?

What do you think, darling?

- I'm sorry, I'm very tired.

I'm gonna have to go to bed.

- Good night, Barbara.

Thank you for the present.

- Mm.

- Okay, I'll be up soon.

Nearly finished here.

- I should go.

- This is what she wanted
me to see, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Um, I think you should
talk to her.

Good night.

- I see some women aren't scared

of losing their model figures.

- You know it's not about that.

- So what did that Lynley
character want?

- What do you think?

To talk about Morag.

- What did you tell him?

- Same as I told him yesterday.

That I didn't know anything
about her personal life.

Why?

- I just don't like the
police sniffing around.

Do you?

- I mean, you're so... so calm.

You're ready for it.

But I...

- But what?

Look, I know it's daunting.

This is a huge life change
and it's perfectly natural

to feel apprehensive.

But, hey, you shouldn't
feel scared.

- I do, I do feel scared.

That is exactly what I feel.

I feel scared about
being a father.

I feel scared I'm not
cut out for family life.

- If that's how you...

- Scared that it'll be as
dysfunctional as my own family,

that I'll let this
little thing down

the same way I let them down.

- You can't think like that.

- When my father died...

I should have taken his place
at the head of my family.

Or the center of it.

But I didn't.

I turned away, I ran away.

Couldn't comfort my mother,

I was too busy hating her.

My brother turned into
a drug addict.

What use was I?

- Tommy.

This isn't your family.

It's ours.

It's a whole new chapter.

And yes, it's scary.

But don't you realize
how lucky we are?

Look at the lengths some
people go to to have a baby.

And it just happened for us.

- Yeah, you're right.

I know.

I mean I-I know you're right.

- Oh, come here.

- Mr. Sanderson...

Mr. Sanderson.

- Morning. What do you want now?

- Well, just a couple
of questions.

Thought you might like the
opportunity to tell your side

of the story before
I print mine.

Now, your charity raised over
two million pounds last year.

How much went to the homeless?

And how much went to
your offshore account?

- Get back to the gutter,
Red, and stay there.

Just take care of it.

You know what to do.

Yes?

- Your coffee, Mr. Sanderson.

- Thank you.

- Right, Daniel Brooks.

I think the motive
may be revenge

against his natural mother.

Unfortunately, we don't
know his whereabouts,

so I'd like to circulate these
around the nearest stations.

Billy, what's that mark
around your trousers?

On the pocket.

- Sorry, sir.

Had a match last night.

- I mean what is it?

I saw the same mark on Daniel
Brooks' trousers last night.

- Snooker chalk.

My mum used to go spare
at the state of my togs.

Maybe he plays snooker, sir.

- Maybe.

Better find out where
the local halls are.

- Well, there's the
Tunnel in Boxwell Street.

The Green Baize,

The 147... the Triangle...

but no, that's a bit upmarket.

This boy would be
liable to go hang

about somewhere where they
do cheap rates for Giro lads.

Somewhere like...

the Black Ball or the Big Cue.

- Thank you, Billy.

To think you've only been
in Oxford five minutes.

- Snooker's a good way
of making friends, sir.

Outside of work.

Not that police officers
don't make good friends.

I didn't mean... I just...

Y-You know.

It does you good to
get away from work,

unwind a bit and
meet new people.

- Thank you, Billy.

Someone go with him, make sure
he doesn't get distracted.

- Steady on, boys.

- Never even touched
the sides, Daniel.

- I wasn't robbing the
place, all right?

I was just looking
for something.

- What?

- Something. Anything.

What does it matter?

She's dead.

- When you found out that
Morag McNicholl was your mother

you must have been angry.

- Yeah.

At first, maybe.

So?

- And went looking for her.

- I got the right, haven't I?

- What did you expect from her?

Some kind of remorse?

Some kind of explanation as
to why she did what she did?

- Something like that.

- How did you first make
contact with her?

- I phoned her.

- What was her reaction when
you told her who you were?

- Hung up on me, didn't she?

- Why didn't you just
leave it at that then?

Why did you go looking for her?

Hanging around outside
her house for two weeks,

clocking her movements,
plucking up courage to go in

and confront her.

You were full of resentment,
weren't you?

You wanted to make her realize
what she'd done to you.

But tell me, did you
mean to harm her

or did you just lose
your temper?

- What is this?

- You hit her, she fell
over, banged her head.

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

- Sit down.

- You can't...

- I said sit down.

- I never touched her.

I never even met her.

- We have witnesses who
saw you outside her house.

- Outside, yeah. But
I never went in.

- You expect us to believe that?

- I wanted to, but
I kept bottling it.

- This is the woman who
gave you up for money.

She didn't care what
happened to you.

- You don't know that.

She must've been desperate.

Maybe she's been sorry
every day of her life.

If I could've seen her...

talked to her.

I don't know.

Maybe we could've...

But I never got the chance.

You have no right to judge her.

- All right. Let's
go back a bit.

You were outside her
house on Monday night,

but you didn't go in?

- No.

- Did you see anyone else?

- I did, as it happens.

She's called Shelley.

- How do you know?
Is she a friend?

- No.

I followed her to the
caff where she works.

I saw it on her badge.

- Shelly don't work
here anymore.

- Any idea where I can find her?

- You tried her house?

- Apparently, she
left in a hurry.

- She in some kind of trouble?

- She was spotted at
the scene of a murder.

- No way.

- I need to talk to her to
eliminate her from our
inquiries.

So if you do have any
idea of her whereabouts,

you'll call me at station.

- Sure.

- Thank you.

- Ah.

- Why are you following me?

- I just wanna talk to you.

- What about?

- You were there that
night, weren't you?

- We should get you to
A&E, get you X-rayed.

And I can take a statement.

- I'll be fine.

- You could have broken
ribs, or a ruptured spleen.

- These boys knew when to stop.

This isn't a hospital job.

- What was it, then?

- A warning to back off.

- Who from?

- Nigel Sanderson.

- Why?

- Getting too close
to the truth.

- Well, I still think you
should go to hospital.

- Why are you here?

- To get some information.

- On?

- Sanderson.

- What exactly?

- Well, everything you have.

- Oh, no. No, no.

- All right, let's start with
why you have it in for him,

and end with him having
you beaten up.

- It could take some time.

- You have somewhere
else you have to be?

- No.

- You're mixing me up
with someone else.

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

- I saw you at her house.

What were you doing there?

- Nothing. I've told
you, I don't...

- Just tell me. She
was my mother.

- Please.

You don't know what
I've been through.

I'm just so scared.

- I was the local journalist
who got the scoop.

It should've been my big break,
got me onto the nationals.

Sanderson was being
investigated for fraud.

Newman's evidence would
have clinched it

and got him put away.

But Newman's body was found
floating in the Thames.

They said there wasn't enough
evidence for a murder trial.

It should have been
one of those stories

that never goes away.

Should have been trial
by journalism.

I wasn't gonna let it go.

I'd enough on Sanderson for
a rainforest of front pages.

Then my house got broken
into, my files stolen,

my hard disk wiped clean.

- And you've been hounding
him ever since?

- Give or take a few hazy
years when I was drinking.

- You need to let this go.

- How can I?

- Well, let us take over.

- Look, if I tell you
everything I know, will you...

- You know I can't.

- We could be a great team.

- You're in over your head.

Come on, you've already
had one beating.

But if you give us everything
you've got,

then I can arrange for
police protection.

- Sorry, Barbara, no.

I need this story.

- Well, you'll get your story.

- I don't think so.

You lot'll act too quickly
and waste it.

The right people will
get tipped off.

Brown envelopes will
change hands.

- That won't happen.

- Not all police are
like you, Barbara.

It's a pity.

- You stupid cow.

Why didn't you come to me?

- I did come to you, remember?

You said, "It's your
problem. Sort it out."

- This was your idea
of sorting it out?

Are you out of your mind?

If this comes out...

- Don't, Nigel.

- Did you really think you
could get away with this?

- This isn't helping.

I'm being blackmailed.

They say that if I don't...

- I know what they say.

I can read.

We've got guests arriving
in a couple of hours.

- I can't face it.

- Oh, you'll face it, all right.

You'll look dazzling.
You'll smile.

You'll greet our guests
like the loving wife

and charming hostess
they take you to be.

- Lawrence.

Glad you could... make it.

Marjorie.

I wasn't expecting you.

- I managed to find
a babysitter.

I had to come and
show our support.

- Jo... Have a drink.

Patricia, a drink for
Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

- Got yourself a new job,

or are you moonlighting...
Patricia?

- Champagne?

- Have you got something soft?

- Who let you in?

- Press.

- Oh, so what are you after?

The free booze?

- I'm at a gathering of the
rich in the name of the poor.

You did tell me to get
back to the gutter.

Oh, I did.

- My paper asked me
to cover the event.

Beggars can't be choosers,
can they?

- Nasty cut you've got there.

- I walked into a door.

- You should be more careful.

Next time you may
not be so lucky.

- What are you trying to pull?

- You first.

- You are taking a risk.

This is his home.

- I know.

So he's not going to try
anything here, is he?

- Firstly, I would like to
thank all of you for coming.

Thank you.

Now, as I'm sure you are aware,

I'm going to be hitting
on you for cash.

But at least you can afford it.

All of us have the good fortune

to have a roof over our heads.

But I want you to imagine
being homeless,

not to know the comfort of a
set of keys in your pocket.

Being forced to live on
the streets or in a hostel.

Or in the gutter.

No money. No future. No hope.

- Okay, so you know
I'm undercover.

What the hell are
you doing here?

- My paper sent me.

- Oh, please.

- Straight up. Do you think
I want to do gigs like this?

- Don't give me that.

You'd jump at any chance
to dog Sanderson.

Admit it.

- I don't have to
admit anything.

- Oh, stop playing
games with me, Red.

Cut it out.

Now if you've got anything
on Sanderson

that will let us bring him in,

then you better give
it to me now.

- If I do, will you give me...?

- Have you got a death wish?

The man had you beaten up.

- Yeah, well, it shows how
close I'm getting, doesn't it?

- Please, Red.

Why are you taking
so many chances?

- Why are you?

- Because it's my job.

- Look, Barbara, this
is a dangerous man.

If he suspects you're
a police...

- He doesn't suspect anything.

Now, will you give me
everything you have on him?

- All right, I will.
If you promise...

- You'll get your
story, all right?

- So, this is smokers'
corner, is it, chaps?

- Promise me you'll get out.

Please, Barbara.

- I will...

when we've got him.

- We'd better get back
inside, but not together.

Patricia...

be careful.

- I'll see you chaps later.

Havers.

- No deals, all right?

Listen, my file on Sanderson.

I've got the last bit
of proof and, uh...

you can have it.

The full works.

Where do
you want to meet?

- You choose.

Okay. Well, do you
know a pub called The Trout?

- Um...

Yeah, yeah, I know it.

Okay, I'll
see you there.

- I'll see you there.

- Havers, I'm sorry.

I was just on my way
home when I got a call.

- It's very convenient,
isn't it?

Just when he was
ready to tell me.

- It was a road accident,
Havers.

- We were investigating
the same area.

You telling me this
is not suspicious?

- He was probably over the limit

and just lost control
of the car.

- Red didn't drink.

- We're on it, Havers.

- Well, I say we bring
in Sanderson right now.

- On what grounds?

- He had Red beaten up.

Red had evidence that Sanderson

was connected to Morag's murder.

And I heard him threaten him.

- It's not enough.

- Well, Sanderson must have had
someone tamper with his car.

And the file is missing.

I mean, who else would
have done it?

- Did anyone see you
talking with Red?

- Maybe a few of the guests.

No one important. Why?

- You know why.

I don't think it's safe for
you at the club anymore.

I want you out.

- Yeah, and I want to
stay in until we nail him.

Tommy, I understand
your concern about Barbara,

but how long is she
going to stay?

It won't be for long.

I just don't think she
should be on her own.

I've been thinking about
this all night, Havers.

I'm going to go and talk
to Sanderson this morning,

keep him busy while you have
a last look around the club,

and then I want you out.

- I will, if I find something.

- No arguments. I want
you out today.

- Well, I'd like to discuss this

with the Assistant Commissioner.

- I'll discuss it with Hillier.

Morning.

- Morning, dear.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- Would you like some coffee?

- No, thanks.

I can't face it since I got
pregnant, even the smell.

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

- Right, I suppose I
should make a move.

- Oh.

- Bye.

Bye.

- See you later.

- Nice mug.

- It was nice of her
to give them to us.

- You're going to
be a great dad.

Good morning.

- Morning.

- Oh, yes, I know him.

He's a bit of a pest,
to be honest.

Why?

- He was a guest at your
private function here yesterday.

- Hardly a guest.

He was supposed to be
giving us press coverage.

Can I ask what this is about?

- He was killed last night.

- Killed?

- In a car crash.

- Oh. Typical journalist,
I suppose.

One whiff of free booze and
they don't know when to stop.

- Actually, he didn't drink.

- Oh.

Anyway, what's this
got to do with me?

- We're treating his
death as suspicious.

- Really? Why?

- The pathologist has found
some rohypnol in his blood.

- Rohypnol?

- It induces a state
of semi-consciousness.

Because of it, Mr. McGuire
lost control of his car

and crashed.

- Ah. This is shocking,
Inspector, but I still don't see

it has anything to do with me.

- He spent yesterday
evening here at your party

and then he was driving home.

So the drug must have been
administered before...

- Hold on, Inspector.

You're not seriously suggesting
that one of my guests...

There could be any number
of explanations.

Maybe he took it himself,
not realizing what it was.

Or maybe he intended using
it on some poor girl,

but it backfired.

He got the drinks mixed up.

You really can't go
jumping to conclusions.

Did you talk
to Mr. McGuire yesterday?

- Only in passing. Why?

- I've spoken to his editor.

Apparently he was really was
rather a thorn in your side.

- He was an irritant,
that's all.

Spite and envy, those were
the tools of his trade.

- I see.

May I ask where you
were last Monday night?

- Last Monday?

- The night that Morag
McNicholl was killed.

- Oh, I...

I was at another charity do.

Oh, come on, Inspector.

Are you seriously suggesting...

- We happen to know that
Mr. McGuire was conducting

his own investigation
into her death.

- So?

- So now he's been murdered.

And that strikes me as
rather a coincidence.

- This is outrageous.

Why would I kill Morag?

I barely knew the woman.

- Perhaps she knew something
about you.

- Like what?

- The same thing that
Red McGuire knew.

Yes?

- It's Billy, sir.

I'm in Woodlands Lane, sir.

I think you'd better
get over here.

Daniel Brooks has been murdered.

Stop her! She's
stolen my baby!

- Time of death was between
10:00 and 1:00 last night, sir.

- Excuse me.

Yes, Havers.

- I've just found Red's
file in the safe.

I think we've got him.

- We need to find it legally.

I'll get a search warrant
within the hour.

You'd better get out.

I'll send some backup.

- Yeah, but we don't have
anything to connect him

to Morag's death.

- I don't think he killed Morag.

- What makes you say that?

- We've found her
son Daniel dead.

It must be connected
to her personal life.

Lynley.

Sir, it's
about Shelley Gibson.

- Get her away from me!

- Somebody do something, please.

- Stay away from me.

- It's all right, Shelley.

Give me the baby.

- She's mine!

- She doesn't know what
she's talking about.

- Keep her away from me.

- It's all right.

- She's mine.

- What's her name?

- Nicola.

I wanted to call her Nicola.

- That's a good name.

Can I hold her, please?

- No. Nobody's taking
her off me again.

Nobody.

Shhh... It's all right.

It's all right.

See. She knows my voice.

She knows I'm her mother.

- I think she does.

She told me I couldn't
look after a baby.

But I can. See?

Hush, little baby
don't say a word.

- Who told you that, Shelley?

- She did. Morag.

Momma's gonna buy
you a mockingbird...

- Anyone can see that, Shelley.

You're going to be
a wonderful mother.

We're never going to be
apart again, not ever.

- I'm going to be a
father for the first time

in a few months.

- Really?

- Still can't quite imagine
what it's like, though,

holding your own baby
in your arms.

- It's like... it's like

the best feeling in the world.

- It must be.

It must be overwhelming.

Your own flesh and blood.

Does that mean she's hungry?

- Can I give her a bottle?

- Of course you can.

Let me get you both
inside, all right?

Come on.

I've got her, don't
worry, I've got her.

- That's it, love. That's it.

- I've got her, I've got her.

- Mrs. Sanderson's
gone to the bank.

- I saw you talking to
Red McGuire yesterday.

What was that about?

- Red McGuire?

I don't know any...

- Boyfriend, was he?

You in it together?

- In what?

You've been sniffing
around in here

and passing stuff on to him.

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

- Oh, yes, you do.

And you're going to tell
me all about it.

And you're going to tell me now.

You have no idea who you
are dealing with, do you?

- Police.

We have a warrant to
search the premises.

- What kept you?

- This is totally unnecessary,
but I'll cooperate.

- His briefcase, Billy.

- What the hell's going on here?

- I'm Barbara Havers, CID.

And you're right.

I've been having some very
interesting conversations

with Red McGuire.

Arrest him for the
murder of Red.

And it won't finish there.

We will be reopening
the Newman Case.

- I want to see my baby.

Where is she?

- Nicola's fine.

The social worker's
looking after her.

I know it's hard, Shelley,

but I have to know
the truth now.

You were seen at Morag's house

the night she was killed.

- He told you that, didn't he?

- Who?

- Daniel.

- Yeah.

What were you doing there?

Tell me how you first met Morag.

- She came into the Greasy
Spoon to put up a poster.

She saw I was pregnant.

She said she could help me.

She'd find a good
home for my baby.

- Did she offer you money?

- I want my baby.

I swear I'll never do another
bad thing as long as I live.

Please. Please...

- We've arrested Sanderson.

He'll never confess,
but we've got enough

incriminating evidence
to bring him to court.

- Good work, Havers.

- How's it going?

- Not well. I've suspended
the interview.

She knew Daniel Brooks.

She said she knew that he'd
given us information on her.

- What, so she killed him?

- I think he witnessed
a lot more that night

than he told us.

- So she had to shut him up
before he told us anything else?

- I hope I'm wrong on
this one, Havers,

but you know, I'm beginning
to doubt it very much.

The doctor examined her

and said that she has
given birth recently.

So it looks like it is her baby.

She said she met
Morag at the cafe

and was encouraged to
give up the baby.

Morag then sold it.

- What, just like she
sold Daniel Brooks?

- Only this time she
put up the prices.

60 grand, she charged
the Carters.

- But we only found
ten at Morag's.

- Exactly, so what
happened to the other 50?

- The club.

- I think you owe
me an explanation.

I trusted you.

- Yeah, that's not
important now.

No, we know for a fact
that Marjorie Carter

didn't give birth to the baby

that she's passing
off as her own.

- So? It was adopted.

- She said it was a
private arrangement

with Morag McNicholl.

She paid 60,000 pounds.

But Morag was just the
broker, wasn't she?

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

- Then how do you explain this?

- Where did you get this?

- A single payment
of 50,000 pounds.

Where did the money come from?

- I'd have to check
with my accountant.

- Oh, we already have.

He's got no record of the money.

This did not go through
the club's books.

The bank was threatening
to foreclose, wasn't it?

You had to find money fast.

And you did.

Around the time that Morag sold
the baby to Marjorie Carter.

- Take your time, Shelley.

But I need you to tell me
everything about you and Morag.

- Then can I see my baby?

- I can't make you any promises.

But it'll be better for you

in the long run if
you help me now.

- It was Morag's idea.

She came across these girls
through Nigel's charity.

Heartbreaking.

Drug addicts. Prostitutes.

They don't want children.

Why can't people with
money, who can afford them,

take them on?

I know what it's like
to want a baby.

I never managed to conceive.

No medical reason.

It just never happened.

I would have adopted, but
Nigel didn't want the agencies

probing into our lives,
making decisions about us.

- So you knew there
was a market out there?

- It wasn't like that.

Marjorie was desperate.

They'd spent thousands on IVF.

They'd been turned
down for adoption.

This was her last chance.

- And what about Shelley Gibson?

- Who's Shelley Gibson?

- She gave me these
pills, painkillers.

I just wanted someone
to take the pain away.

Then, when I couldn't stand
it any more, it all stopped.

And I heard this little cry.

I wanted to see her,
to hold her...

but Morag wouldn't let me.

So, while she was cleaning
up the mess, I got up.

I picked up my baby.

I put my finger in her
hand and she held onto it.

And I just knew I couldn't
let her go.

I told Morag I'd
changed my mind.

She was nice about it.

Made me tea and toast.

Told me I needed to sleep.

We'd talk about it later.

When I woke up, my
baby was gone.

- She said it all went smoothly

and the girl was just
glad it was all over.

So you collected the baby,
took it to the Carters

and Shelley was sent back out
on the streets with nothing.

- No.

She was given 5,000 pounds
to get her back on her feet.

- How much did Morag get?

5,000 pounds.

But she didn't do
it for the money.

She did it for me, for the club.

- Shelley never saw
any of the money.

Morag kept it.

- What will happen to the baby?

- Do you care?

- Of course I care.

- It'll be for the
courts to decide.

- Is there any chance that
Marjorie will be able to keep
it?

- I very much doubt it.

She's been involved
in a criminal act.

So have you, Jemma.
Human trafficking.

- I really thought I
was doing a good deed.

- Come on, you don't charge
60 grand for a good deed.

- I was desperate...

I didn't know where to turn.

My husband...

Nigel didn't want to help.

- So Morag came up
with a solution,

convinced you it would be easy
and no one would get hurt.

But she didn't count
on maternal instincts,

because she didn't have any.

- So you weren't working
last Monday, were you?

- I went back to Morag's.

I begged her.

She said it wasn't up to her.

Her boss was in on it.

And these were really
powerful people,

you couldn't fight them.

She told me to be glad
my baby had a good home.

I was to get on with my life.

Forget her.

How could I?

I told her I'd never give up.

I wouldn't leave her alone,
I'd keep pestering her

until I got my baby.

She got nasty, tried to
shove me out the door.

But I was stronger than her.

I pushed her off and
she fell down.

I could tell she was dead
'cause her eyes were staring.

I should have called the
police, but I was too scared.

I thought I'd be in trouble,

that I'd never get Nicola again.

I don't know how I got the idea.

But I got her onto a chair,
then I ran to the bathroom,

found a packet of razor blades.

I pulled my sleeve over
my hand, like this.

And I just did it.

Dead quick.

Right across her wrists.

- How was your husband
involved in this?

- He had nothing to do with it.

He was furious when he
found out what I'd done.

- You should know he's
been charged with murder.

- No.

This is my fault.

He was trying to help me.

- In what way?

In what way, Jemma?

There's no use trying
to protect him now.

We have him in custody.

We have evidence
implicating him.

- I was sent this letter.

I was sent this letter.

They said they knew
about the baby.

They said they'd go to the
police unless I gave them money.

- And where's the letter now?

- Nigel has it.

He said he'd take care
of everything.

- You've done really
well, Shelley.

Now tell me about Daniel Brooks.

- What about him?

- Did he come looking for you?

- Yes.

- What for?

- He wanted to know
what happened.

- Did you tell him?

- Yes.

- Everything?

- Yeah.

- Did he tell you who he was?

- Yeah.

Morag's son.

- Did he threaten you?

- No.

- Threaten to go to the police?

- No.

- He was going to tell us that
you killed Morag, wasn't he?

And you panicked.

You thought you'd never
see your Nicola again.

It's understandable, Shelley.

It got violent, you
grabbed a brick.

Just like with Morag, you
didn't mean to kill him.

- You mean he's dead?

- That blow was fatal.

- No. He can't be dead.

He can't be.

He said he would help me.

He promised me.

- What did he promise you?

- I thought he'd be mad when
I told him about his mum,

but he wasn't.

He was sorry for me.

Wanted to make it up.

We had a plan.

- What plan?

- I told him I'd taken
his mum's diary.

I knew where Nicola was.

He said if I got her back,

he would get the money to
help me look after her.

He promised me it would
be all right.

He promised me.

I never killed him, I swear.

I swear on my baby's life.

- She's confessed to Morag's
murder, but denies Daniel's.

And you know what? I
believe her, Havers

- Sir, something else
has come up...

She was so distraught when I
told her about Daniel's death.

Apparently, she confided in him.

- What, she told him
about the baby?

- Yeah.

He said he would help her.

Get some money.

He had a plan.

- That's it, sir.

He's the one that's
been blackmailing Jemma.

- She was being blackmailed?

- Yeah. By someone that
knew about the baby.

She got a letter yesterday,

threatening to go to the police

if she didn't pay up right away.

Then Sanderson said
he would sort it.

- So he had Daniel killed.

- Whatever you think
you've got on Red McGuire,

you'll never make it stick.

- Actually, your wife has
been very forthcoming.

And as well as Red McGuire,

we'll be charging you
with the murder

of the man who was blackmailing
your wife, Daniel Brooks.

And to think I was worried

about bringing a child
into this world.

- You'll be a great dad.

- Thanks, Havers.

- If my mum was on that jury,

she'd convince them to
let her off lightly.

She says that any mother would
kill to defend her young.

- Give it here.

Watch.

- Nice one, Havers.

Helen, where are you?

- Up here.

- I love you... so much.