All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S04E02.In.the.Guise.of.Death.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- Leave me alone Stephen!

Get off me!

After London, it's
good to breathe Cornish air.

How long you
staying down for?

Haven't decided yet.

Is Helen joining you?

It's rather
complicated.

Tommy!

- Well about Helen, please,
not a word to mother.

- You know the more you
keep her in the dark,

the worse her suspicions
are going to be.

- Well just until
I'm ready to face

the barrage of questions.

Sister's honor, please?

- What?

- I just made that up.

Promise me?

- I promise.

- You said on the phone
mother's been

struggling looking
after the estate.

She seems perfectly fine to me.

- Yeah that's because
she does a very good

impersonation of a swan.

She has beautiful feathers
above the water

and madly paddling feet below.

Do you know Penelin hasn't
been here for a month?

- Yes.

Looking after his
father, we spoke.

But when he comes back?

- When?

If!

Increasingly if.

His father has Alzheimers.

- Oh.

Well even so, you know?

Wonder what that's about.

Get up, go!

Lord Asherton.

- Inspector Linley.

- D.S Tremayne, Howston CID.

A bit goal you got here
quicker on horseback

then I managed in the motor.

- I was riding nearby
with my sister

when I saw the sport cars.

The officer who was
first on the scene

asked me to take a look.

How long would you
say he'd been hanging there?

- I tend to leave that kind
of thing to the path boys.

- If you had to put a ten on it,

based on your experience
in London?

- If I had to put a ten
on it I would say

not more than 24 hours.

- That's cheating.

My constable just
told me the groom

last saw him 24 hours ago.

- Not cheating Tremayne
it's called prudence.

- I knew he had money problems

but I just never thought.

- Judith?

- I'm just going over there.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Detective Sergeant
Tremayne, my sister Judith.

- She's in terrible shock,
finding her boss like that.

What is this?

A suicide?

- We don't know yet, haven't
got anything to go on.

- With all due respect Sir,
we haven't got anything?

I've got a corpse with
a cut forehead

hung by a beam in his stable.

- Yes, of course, I'm sorry.

Who was he?

- Stephen Fenner, small
time trainer.

Was on a winning streak
a few years ago

when he bought this place
but according to his groom,

things haven't been
going too well

around here in recent months.

- Sir, we found something.

- Flesh and blood and a bit
of skin by the look of it.

- Would appear that
Mr. Fenner was

rather a fan of Japanese
whiskey.

- So what he tanked himself
up on Dutch courage,

stumbled and banged his
head on the table.

- Hence the gash
in his forehead.

- But if he succumbed
to the booze in here

he's hard learned to
make it all the way

to the far stable, rig
up a noose and stool

and dispatch himself
so cleanly, is he?

- Unless the noose and
stool were already in place.

Then all you'd have to do is
get down there and climb up.

- I suppose his
determination to do the deed

could have allowed
him to manage that.

- Some people only
have to look at

a wine gum before feelin' tipsy.

Others can manage the high
wire on a liter of vodka.

- So, suicide eh?

- It certainly looks
that way to me.

- Okay.

- What?

- Well it ju--

Sorry, if it was my
investigation,

I think I'd still treat it
as a crime scene anyway,

for now until the
pathologist says otherwise.

It's always easy to
scale down later

than it is to scale up.

- Inspector?

- So I'm inebriated enough
to be very wobbly on my feet,

particularly after
the fall in there.

But I'm still hell bent
on self annihilation.

So I stagger out of
the house and head

straight towards
the stable block,

hopefully leaving some
nice muddy footprints.

- There's been a lot
of traffic through, eh?

What about these?

- Yeah?

- Yeah possibly.

- So I veer slightly
en route to the stable.

Not surprising considering
the condition I'm in

and on I go.

What is it?

Looks like
I had a second stumble.

- Looks like a hand print.

- Stumble, put my hand
out, break the fall.

- I didn't notice either of
Fenner's hands being muddy.

- Well, could've wiped them
on something in the stable.

- Nothing in that
stable apart from

Fenner and a knocked over stool.

- You see his clothes?

- Fenner's clothes were clean.

- Alright well then
we can move on

to the next possibility.

- Which is?

- Not Fenner's hand.

Must be someone else's.

- Alright, I'll see you two.

- Judith how is she?

- Well she's perked up now that

her boyfriend Lachlan's arrived.

- Listen, you couldn't
do me a favor could you?

Take the horses out?

- Tommy!

- I know, I know, I'm
here to see mother but

be stupid to be on
the scene and not

try and contribute something.

- Police down here can do
perfectly well without you.

- I might have a word
with the groom.

You wouldn't sit in would you?

I value your opinion.

- Of course, thanks.

- Just a couple of questions
Mora and then you can go.

- You had best do this
some other time.

- For Moira probably,
but not for us.

Sorry love.

- I'll be alright Lachlan.

- Are you sure?

- Mmhmm.

- Right so, Moira, as
Stephen Fenner's head groom

you probably saw more
of him than anyone else.

- Suppose.

- Can you think of
anything in his business

or personal life that
would've led him

to take his own life?

- Not really.

I mean he had money worries.

But then he's had money worries

as long as I've worked for him.

- Which is how long?

- Two years.

- Would you happen to know if
they've got worse recently?

- Well I haven't been
paid in a month.

- I told Moira she's
stupid for staying on

but working with horses
is her life.

- Well if there's anything
else you can think of,

however trivial it
may seem to you.

- He was pretty upset
about Artemis.

- Artemis?

- It was a National
Hunt horse he bought

about two weeks ago.

- Stephen thought it'd be
the answer to his prayers.

Chow-ton we'd hoped.

- Much like the man himself,

wasn't all that it was
cracked up to be.

How so?

- Turned out it had an
navicular disease.

Come again?

- It's a severe inflammation
of the navicular nerve

in the area surrounding
the hoof.

Some horses never recover
from the lameness.

Would have been catastrophic
in Fenner's game.

- That's brilliant Moira.

Now I want you to think
one last time.

- I know you're only
doing your job,

but he already asked
her one last time.

Is there
anything else you can think of

that might have been
troubling him?

- No look, I'm sorry.

I just wanna go home.

- Okay, thanks Mayra.

You've been a lot of help.

- I'll go and wait in the car.

- The image of him hanging there

is gonna be with her for
the rest of her life.

- If she thinks of
anything else,

can you ask her to
give me a call?

- You know, Fenner
treated his staff

life the muck they spent
most their time shoveling.

- Not paying their
wages you mean?

Not just that.

What then?

- Nothing.

No, no,
speak your mind.

- If you've got something
to say lad,

then now's the time to say it.

- Well what type of people tend
to like working with horses?

- Young women.

Young women like Moira.

Are you suggesting?

- Fenner was an unpleasant
dirty old man.

Probably topped himself
in a moment

of sudden self awareness.

I got a job to get to.

Can I go now?

- You're always free
to leave Lachlan.

We were interviewing Moira.

Thank you for your time.

Inspector Linley?

- Moira.

- Look, Lachlan said
he told you about

Fenner being a bit of a lich.

- He mentioned it in passing.

- Yeah well I just wanted
to let you know that

it's nothing to make
a big deal about.

- No?

- No, I mean, he'd slap
me on the bum occasionally

or you know, you'd catch
him looking or whatever but

we never felt threatened.

- Sexual harassment can
build over time you know?

- Yeah I know but this was just

more pathetic than anything.

I guess what I'm
trying to say is,

we just got used to it.

- Okay, if you say so.

- Lachlan just shouldn't
have mentioned it.

- Thank you for coming
over and clearing that up.

- Okay.

Very impressive.

How much did you see?

Remind
me to treat you

with much more respect
next time.

Well as long
as no one attacked me

faster than a tortoise,
I'm bloody lethal.

Well considering
you've only been

training for two weeks, you're
remarkable accomplished.

- Ah mostly thanks
to this place.

Money well spent.

- I'm glad it's been of use.

- Of use?

I'm thinking of getting
someone to

shoot me again so I can stay.

The retreat has been
amazing Sir.

Thanks for recommending it.

- No thanks required Havers.

How did
you know about it?

- My mother's been, she wrote
a book on holistic medicine,

now she can't stay away
from the place.

So it'll be right
up your street.

- How is your mom?

- Um, annoyed with me.

Working when I should
be on leave.

- Working?

- Somethings come up at
the neighboring estate.

I'll tell you about it later.

I don't want you running
yourself ragged.

- It sounds interesting.

I could do with a challenge
to get me back

into the swing of things.

Well it was very
nice of your mom

to invite me back to the
family pile for a few days.

- Oh well she thought
it'd be the perfect way

for you to end your
time in Cornwall.

One thing, she doesn't
call it a pile.

It's a house, so we
tend to call it a house.

- Right.

How've you been keeping?

- Me?

Fine.

- And Helen?

- Fine.

- So everything's just
basically fine.

Everything's
basically fine.

- Word of advice Sir,

when your mom asks
you that question

you better make up a
better line than that.

- Sergeant Havers,
lovely to see you again.

You too Lady Ashton.

- Judith, this is D.S. Havers.

Havers this is my sister Judith.

- Hello.

Have you got a first name?

Spent his formative
years at boarding school.

Tommy doesn't hold much
truck with them.

- Ah, Barbara.

- Hello Barbara.

- Thanks.

- Is Pitty here?

- Uh no, he's still not well.

- He's in rehab.

Mother doesn't like to say that.

So do you ride Barbera?

- What?

- Horses.

- No there's not much
call for it in Acton.

- No, no I don't suppose
there would be.

- Tommy's great grandfather.

Fine looking chap isn't he?

- Yeah he is.

- Unfortunately somewhat
of a pig when alive.

- Really?

- Mm.

Two people attending his
funeral including him.

The other was the officiating
pastor.

I've always kept him there
to remind the children

it's not who you are
that counts, but what.

How's your room?

- Oh, very comfortable
thank you.

- I imagine that working
so closely together,

you and Tommy must
share a few confidences?

- Well we're pretty
stretched time wise.

- But you do know his
wife lost the baby?

- Yeah of course.

- How is Helen, do you know?

Just that whenever
I ring the house

all I get is that infernal
answering machine.

It's as if she's completely
disappeared.

- Well as I say.

- I'm sorry.

I'm putting you in an
awkward position.

- Yeah I don't know any
more than you do.

- And if you did you
wouldn't tell me.

- Probably not.

- Well I appreciate
your loyalty to my son.

Look, do you think you
could amuse yourself

while I get on with supper?

- Yeah of course.

Oh can I help you with anything?

- No no, it's fine.

- You sure?

- My dear girl, in
my heyday I used to

knock up a banquet for
20 without breaking sweat

so I think I aught to
be able to manage

a little supper for
five, don't you?

- Barbara.

Right you know Judith
and this is Lady Keach.

Barbara Havers.

- Nice to meet you.

Unless you want me to call you

Lord Asherton all
evening, my name is Sarah.

- I'm sorry of course.

Can't think of anything
worse than

being called Lord Asherton
all evening.

- I can't think of anything
worse than having to.

- Another drink Sarah?

- Yes a small one please.

Yep.

I'm still in
shock over Stephen Fenner.

- Do you know, even though
his house borders ours

mother hardly ever knew him?

- He kept his cards
pretty close to his chest.

- Did you know him well?

- Our mutual interest in horses

brought us into contact
at local events.

And our paths crossed
socially from time to time.

- Would you say that he
was the suicidal type?

- Is there such a type?

Oh well he wasn't one
of those people

who radiated joie de vivre,
but not everyone has to.

I got on with him perfectly well

though I can't say the same
for everyone else around here.

- How do you mean?

- He wasn't exactly endearing.

He's plain spoken,
didn't suffer fools

and he showed very little
interest in joining in,

which in a small community
like ours,

can be a bit of a problem.

- Apparently he had
terrible money problems.

- Your drink Sarah.

- Would you like
to come through?

As they say in the
best tennis clubs,

dinner is served.

- Mother.

That was terrible.

- Sarah found it mildly
amusing even if you didn't.

- I didn't, nor did he.

- I'm up to date with my
injections, I'm immune.

- Barbera's smiling.

- I thought it was
hysterical Lady Asherton.

- Thank you dear.

Come along.

- You're too polite.

- You know she'd never
say it to your face

but your mother's extremely
anxious about your visit.

- I gathered that.

- She thinks you and your sister

have come down to
find fault with

the way she's running
the estate.

- We haven't, we're
just concerned for her.

- She's a very independent
woman.

- I do know that about mother.

- Well your concern implies
that her days

of independence might
be numbered.

- That's ridiculous.

One just has to look
at her to see

she's a million miles from that.

- Still it's frightening
when your children

no longer consider
you to be a mortal.

- I realize that you're
mother's friend

and you are admirably
protective toward her but

neither Judith nor
I want to see her

overreaching herself,
that's all.

- Of course if you were
to come back to Hanstow

your fears would be
eliminated in a stroke.

- Unfortunately it's
not as simple as that.

- Shame.

- Come on you two,
no stragglers.

- Very interesting woman.

- And attractive.

- Hadn't noticed.

- Of course not.

- Just bear in mind
Tommy that the grass

isn't actually greener on
the other side of the fence.

Just a trick of the light.

Isn't there
somewhere else you'd rather be?

- Mmhmm.

Special Branch in five years.

Which is why I don't
wanna miss a trick now.

- Fine.

Now woah, don't often
get naked ambition

in this part of the world.

Rather refreshing.

- Not too naked I hope.

I like to think of
it as ambition

with at least its pants on.

- Good for you.

Ever watch one of these before?

- I was present at the birth of

both of my kids if that counts?

- No.

Suicide by hanging?

- Certainly looked that
way when we cut him down.

- Had my gut full
of those during

the foot and mouth outbreak.

One a week at least, often more.

So, let's introduce ourselves
to our new best friend.

How do you feel about
large hypodermic needles?

- As a rule, not good.

- Then I should look away, now.

- What is it?

- He sent us path reports,
it's just come through.

- Leave it on my desk.

Brief change of plan.

- You want him revived,
you'll need

Dr. Frankenstein from next door.

- Can we see if this
cast is his?

- Close, no cigar.

In fact not even a cigarette.

A development?

- Just a little.

I'm sure you can manage
without me down here.

- I'll give it my best shot.

- No longer assume suicide.

- I never assume anything.

- I didn't say you can't cope.

Judith did I say mother
couldn't cope

with running the estate?

- No.

- I wouldn't expect
you to be so crude

as to put it into actual
words Tommy,

but the inference is
plain for all to see.

- No I don't agree.

- I'm simply asking you
to allow that it takes

more to run the estate
than you can manage alone.

- But I'm not alone.

John does 90% of the
estate business.

- And when he's not here
he does zero percent

leaving you to do it all.

- Yes well most of the
time he is here.

- The situation as it is now,

John is away with no idea of
when he might be returning.

So given that situation,
you're running the place

single handedly and we're
suggesting that that's too much.

- Don't you think you're
underestimating your mother?

- I'm doing no such thing.

- Sounds exactly
like that to me.

- I'm simply looking
at the bigger picture.

- But from your side
of the gallery.

From your mother's side
the bigger picture

might look significantly
different.

- Ah I see why you invited
her now mother,

she's an advocate,
that's very clever.

- Not an advocate, a friend.

- What on earth is that?

- My mobile.

Excuse me.

- Tommy I have told you before,

I don't allow mobile
telephones at the dinner table.

- Mother, I'm just trying to.

- I don't care what
you're trying to do,

it's incredibly rude.

- Go on Tremayne, I'm sorry.

Yes.

Yes.

Alright I'll be there.

- Oh Tommy!

You can't!

- I shouldn't I know, but
I'm afraid I'm going to.

Mother, apologies.

Sarah, I have to go.

Alone.

- If he didn't have
this damn job

he might have a marriage
worth the name.

- Sorry to bother
you at this hour.

- That's alright.

Safe to say your call came
at just the right moment.

- Glad to be of assistance.

You were right about
the hand print.

If Fenner had stumbled
and put his hand down

to steady himself,
his would've left a

much bigger impression
in the mud.

- Is that why you called?

- No not exactly.

I've also been speaking
to my chief about you.

- Ah.

- Well we don't get
too much of this

sort of thing down here.

This is a full blown murder
investigation now and well,

he agreed it'd be very
useful to have

the benefit of your experience

if you are prepared
to be involved.

He could always square
it with your governor.

- Well strictly speaking
I'm on short leave

to visit the family.

- I'm a family man myself
so I completely

understand your position.

- On the other hand,
if there's a murder

that's happened in the
next door estate to mine,

I am delighted to help
in anyway I can.

- Thank you Inspector.

Much, much appreciated.

- Okay well why don't
we meet tomorrow morning

and compare notes?

- Nine o'clock, the harbor?

Havers?

Havers wake up.

- I thought you said we were
meeting Tremayne at nine?

- Yeah we are.

- So why have you got
me out of bed at seven?

- Because a thought occurred
to me at half past six.

- Well couldn't you quietly
mulled that over to yourself?

- No.

Now come on Havers, follow me.

- Oh.

See?

Now you want my help.

It's bye bye Barbara,
hello Havers.

Come on.

- Sir.

Oh don't tell me,
this is where you

used to play hide and seek
with Julie and George,

Timmy and the rest
of the famous five?

No.

John Penellen has been aware
of some nocturnal activity

on our land over the
past couple of months.

Teenage snogging?

Idiots making crops,
no, alien visitation.

Look, Penellen
said he found boxes of

foreign cigarettes and I
was thinking this morning

well Fenner, our victim, was
drinking Japanese whiskey.

So?

- Well Tremayne and I looked
in his drinks cabinet.

There were 20 odd bottles
exactly the same

ready and waiting.

- What are you getting at?

- Think Havers, what
is Cornwall famous for?

- Pasties.

- Yeah well apart from that.

- Smoked fish.

- Forget the food.

- Well I wish I could
but we came out

without breakfast remember?

- Smuggling.

- Smuggling?

- Yeah.

Whenever you've got a coastline

and a population that
are as happy on sea

as they are on dry land,
you're gonna get

a thriving black market industry

of things washed ashore.

Now John Penellen suspects
a bunch of local lads

been using a track at
the end of our estate

to go to and from their
drop off point.

- You think Fenner
was a customer?

- Maybe something more.

- It's a bit early in the
day to go cryptic on me.

- Keep up.

This is all Stephen
Fenner's land.

- It's beautiful.

- Forget about the scenery.

- It's easy for you to
say, you grew up here.

- If the locals are
using this place,

how likely is it they could
do so without Fenner knowing?

The groom, Moira, told me that
the business was in trouble.

Maybe he was letting
this place out

to get some extra cash and
got greedy, upped the rent.

- Or even blackmail.

Sir.

- That's Moira's boyfriend
Lachlan.

Well, well, well.

- Just out of interest,
how much of this

are we passing on
to local police?

- Well it's pure
speculation at the moment.

I'll keep it to myself
to know anything more.

We should be getting
out of here.

Here you go.

- He was up at six.

- How come?

- Oh he woke up with.

- An overwhelming urge
to go for a walk.

- And an equally overwhelming
one for me to go with him.

- Tremayne this is my
colleague D.S. Havers.

- Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

- Pathologist report.

- He must have been
up all night.

- She.

In addition to a large quantity
of whiskey in his blood,

he also had enough
phenylbutazone in his system

to make him severely
question which way was up.

- Phenylbutazone?

- Phenyl who?

- Known as Bute.

It's a painkiller for horses.

No one in their right mind
would put it in their drink.

Unless of course.

- Unless his whiskey was spiked.

- Oh so Fenner's
drink is spiked,

he's carried across
to the stables,

strung up and made to
look like a suicide.

- Carrying Fenner
across the yard

would account for the
anonymous footprints.

Also the hand print.

- I was role playing the
wrong person yesterday.

Instead of being Fenner
stumbling under

the weight of inebriation
I should have been

Fenner's murderer stumbling
under the weight of Fenner.

- We also found this
in his office.

- What is it?

- Horse passport.

- Why?

Is it planning a short
break to the continent?

- It's like a log book,
list of details.

Pedigree, where it was
born, previous owners.

Wonder where it was sold.

- This one belonged to the
lame horse he bought recently.

If Fenner was doped
with a horse drug

we should pursue every
equine connection he had.

- I agree.

- Artemis was sold to
Fenner by Lawrence Chilcott.

- You know him?

- Well by reputation,
he's a successful

local horse trainer.

- Well we pulled Fenner's
phone records,

appears to be a flurry
of calls between them

in the two weeks prior
to this death.

- Interesting.

- Chilcott's yard's
about ten miles west

so I thought we could
make it our first stop.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Right.

Okay.

Sock-o have found something
at Fenner's.

- What?

- Too early to say.

Look I better get over.

Could you interview Chilcott?

- Yeah of course.

- I mean there may
be nothing in it.

- There's bound to
be some bad blood

between them over Artemis.

No one likes to buy a donkey
particularly for 80 grand.

Let us know will you?

- Right.

- I'll drop you at the house.

- Oh don't make me speak
to your mom all day.

- Excuse me I'm looking
for Lawrence Chilcott.

- He's there.

- Lawrence Chilcott?

Inspector Linley.

- Bit out of your way
aren't you Inspector?

Pulled in for directions
home have we?

- Actually I've come
for some advice.

- Oh yeah?

What about?

- Navicular disease.

- A lot of people
in the racing game

don't think there's
any such thing.

Lot of people think it's
just a catch all

for any number of conditions.

The horse's foot is a
complicated thing.

Any part of it can
become inflamed

for any number of
reasons from the

individual anatomy
to the type of

ground they're running on.

- But you do know it
exists don't you?

You sold a horse with
navicular disease.

- Prove it.

- You sold a horse called
Artemis to Stephen Fenner.

Artemis was lame with
navicular disease

but you disguised that
with phenylbutazone

before you sold him.

- Is that what he's saying?

- He's not saying anything
much Mr. Chilcott.

He was found hanging in
his stable yesterday.

- What?

- Mr. Fenner's phone
records show a lot of calls

between the two of you
over the last few weeks.

What did he want to talk about?

Cricket?

- Look, I take care of
my animals alright?

I noticed Artemis was
tender on her front hoof

and gave her a drop of
Bute for the pain.

I thought it was a twinge that
would pass in a week or so.

- And you told Fenner that?

- He didn't ask.

- That wouldn't wash
in a Moroccan bazaar.

You hid the lameness
to make the sale.

- Okay, okay.

You want the truth?

- It's always refreshing
to have the truth.

- The truth is there's one
born every minute in this game.

Fenner was in a hurry to buy.

I met his need.

He wasn't thorough
in his purchase.

He didn't have the blood checked

and he didn't bring a vet.

What was I supposed to do?

- Caveat emptor.

Buyer beware.

- Quite right Inspector.

If he wants restitution, he
can take me to court for it.

Oh, yeah he can't.

He's dead.

Are we done?

'Cause this conversation's
starting to bore me.

- I think we should
have told Tremayne

about seeing Lachlan at
the cove this morning.

- We?

You're on leave, there is no we.

- Okay.

Well you are supposed
to be assisting Tremayne

on his inquiry, not running
your own side.

- Is that what you
think I'm doing?

- Well you're withholding
information

that could be relevant, if
not significant to the case.

- Listen to me.

When I first made
Detective Sergeant

I wanted more than anything
to prove myself to my peers.

Tremayne is no different.

I'm not withholding information.

I'm giving him a chance
to prove himself

without my muscling
in and throwing up

some possible wild goose chases.

- Sir.

- For all we know, Lachlan
went for a walk

this morning at the
same time we did.

He just happened
to go to the cove

the same time we went.

- He went into the cottage
which suggests he's using it.

- Alternatively, he wandered
into a derelict cottage

to take a call on his
mobile out of the wind.

- You don't believe that.

- You're still on
leave, 'member?

- So you keep saying.

- Yeah then back off.

- What do you wanna do now Sir?

- I'd say open it.

- Yeah open it.

Okay ladies and
gentlemen, place your bets.

What do you reckon?

- Cannibis.

- Havers?

- The holy grail.

- Nice.

Mike?

- Cheese sandwich.

- And you're all wrong
because there's in fact

an absolute bloody
fortune in Euros.

So Fenner was actually loaded.

This makes no sense.

- Well Fenner being loaded
is one theory.

Inspector Linley might have
another, might you Sir?

- Helen's left him hasn't she?

- I don't know.

- Oh don't give me that.

- I'm sorry mother, we
haven't talked about it.

- Now that I don't believe.

- Okay, yes I asked after Helen

and I received the same
response you did.

- Helen's fine, everything's
fine.

And you believed it?

- No, but I believe
Tommy doesn't want to be

pressed on this subject
so I decided not to.

- It's just so hard watching
him holding everything in.

- I agree but if we're
gonna respect his feelings

what choice do we have?

- You're right.

- He'll tell us when he's ready.

- Are you sure about this?

- We saw Lachlan at the
cove, saw him at the cottage.

When you go in have
a look at his watch.

It's real, very expensive.

- Expensive isn't the
same as illegal.

- Look if we can
make a connection

between the money, Fenner's
murder and the smuggling,

then we'll start to build
a case against Lachlan.

- So we lie a trap?

- Yeah.

There are several
possibilities at the moment.

We prime him, he'll lead
us to the right one.

- I know, I know, I'm
still on leave.

- How would you play
this in London?

Good cop, bad cop?

High status, low status?

Softly, soff-ee?

- We'd knock on the door first.

- And then?

- Play it by ear.

My thoughts
exactly.

Hello Lachlan.

Is Moira around?

- I could ask you to
keep your voices down.

Moira's asleep in bed.

- How is she?

- She took a couple of
sleeping tablets last night.

- Poor kid.

- When you're align,
you're at least given

a bit of time to
compose yourself

before seeing something
like that.

Moira just walked straight in.

- We thought we'd
drop by Lachlan

in case she'd thought of
something else overnight.

- Afraid not.

- Interrupted your work?

- No problem I was on a break.

- What is it you do exactly?

Something mechanical obviously.

- I work resorts along the coast

repairing boats, engines,
general patching up.

There's a lot of rich
people in Cornwall,

driving boats they can't handle

along coastline they
just cannot navigate.

There's always something
blowing up or falling off.

- And along you come
with a strong net

and a big spanner.

- I suppose.

- You must know the coastline
like the back of your hand.

- Backs of mine's usually
covered in engine oil,

so I wouldn't know about that.

- I grew up here and I still
don't know the half of it.

You know there's a cove
on Fenner's land.

Yep.

- With a cottage.

- I've seen it from my boat.

- Strange though isn't it?

- What?

- Well considering his
financial situation

you'd have thought
he'd done it up

and rented it out to holiday
makers, made a fortune.

- Perhaps he couldn't
raise the money

he needed for repairs.

- Perhaps.

- The roof is in pretty
poor condition.

Timbers have rotted,
tiles have gone.

Gosh you saw
all that from the boat?

- I must have.

So you found out why
Fenner killed himself?

- Well we've found out that
he didn't kill himself.

- But he was found hanging
in the stable.

Moira saw him.

She saw the overturned
stool on the floor.

- What she saw was the
final tableau Lachlan.

Someone was with him.

He was drugged and
then murdered.

Forensics are tearing the
place apart as we speak.

- Hmmph.

Good luck.

- Lachlan!

I heard voices.

- Go back to bed darlin'.

- Oh it's you.

- She sounds just like my
wife after a long shift.

- Yesterday in Fenner's
yard Lachlan,

you alluded to Moira
suffering some

sexual harassment at work.

- Yeah and I told you
yesterday it was nothing.

- That must have made
you quite angry.

- What are you getting at?

- Moira's boss leering
at her all the time,

touching her up.

You must have felt his
presence quite a sexual threat?

- He shouldn't have
said anything.

It was nothing I
couldn't handle.

I told you yesterday.

- Moira.

- Shut up Lachlan.

- My apologies.

I seemed to have touched
a raw nerve.

I didn't mean to start
an argument.

- There's no argument
and there's no raw nerve.

I handled it okay?

Like I said.

- Talk about a cool customer.

- What happened?

- Your boss looked him
square in the face

and told him Fenner was murdered

and his place is
being taken apart

to which Lachlan says,
"Good luck."

- Did he give anything away?

- Not a sausage.

He's very cool.

- Too cool.

So, we just wait
for him to come for the money?

- If it's his, he'll
come looking as soon as

he thinks the police have
packed up and moved out.

- What makes you so
sure he won't leave it?

- If he's involved
in Fenner's murder,

he knows he can't afford
to have the police

come back and have
a second look.

He needs to retrieve
the money immediately.

- I'm gonna see when
we can do the pullout.

- Okay visible enough
to be noticed but not so

visible as to attract attention.

- Lights no bells.

- You look troubled.

- Well I was thinking
while you were in there and

whoever spiked Fenner's
drink must have

known him well enough to
be in a position to do it.

- You're not telling me
anything I don't know.

- Yeah I know but, and
I know this black market

thread is strong Sir, but
Bute is of the horse world.

Lachlan isn't.

- His girlfriend is though.

- I'm not so sure Sir.

- What are you driving at?

Well I don't
think it's as simple as that.

- No, Fenner was drinking
contraband whiskey.

He had a quarter of a million
pounds in Euros stashed away.

Lachlan appears to have
been using the cove,

probably running a smuggling
operation,

now you make the connections.

- Yeah but what about the
connection with horses?

Fenner was immobilized by Bute.

Only someone who knows
horses would be

familiar with its effect.

- So your question would be,

who from the local horse
world would want Fenner dead?

- That would be my
second question.

My first question would be
who from the local horse world

knew Fenner well enough
to have a drink with him?

- Maybe Sarah Keach can
help us with that.

What?

- Eh.

- Oh he's stunning.

- It could do with
a spot of varnish.

You know against the rain.

- It's driftwood Havers.

It's the wood's natural
response to the elements

that brings out its
sense of vitality.

- Yeah it won't be very
vital if it's rotten.

- My late husband had it made
for our wedding anniversary.

Connor, I'll leave
your tea over here.

- Thanks.

- How long were you married?

- He died in our tenth
year together.

- It's a beautiful house Sarah.

- Once the front garden's
completed

it will be my vision
of perfection.

And I'm sure you haven't come
here to discuss aesthetics.

- No.

- Pity.

- We now know that Stephen
Fenner's death

wasn't suicide.

And we also know before
he was killed

he was drugged with
horse painkiller.

- You intimated the
other evening at dinner

that Fenner put those
backs up in the

local equine society.

I was wondering if anyone
in that group

that you thought might have
a sufficient grievance.

You're laughing?

- I'm sorry.

The idea that the local
horse brigade

might be lining up to
bump off Stephen Fenner.

- But he was drugged with Bute.

- He wasn't light but
that's a million miles

away from saying that
someone hated him so much

they wanted to kill him.

Yes I
appreciate that.

- You also said that your
paths crossed socially?

- On occasion.

- Well did he ever
have anyone back?

You know, entertain at his home?

- I don't know, I'd expect so.

Do you know
if he had any enemies?

- Not really.

I'm sorry I can't be
any more helpful.

- On the contrary Sarah
you've been more than helpful.

I think we should probably
take up no more of your time.

- Oh one more question.

No, we're
finished Havers.

- But.

- I said we're finished.

- Inspector.

Havers.

- Sarah.

- That looks beautiful.

Excellent work Connor.

- Um, one more question
Lady Keach.

Sorry.

Uh, Lawrence Chilcott,
do you know him?

- He's a local personality, why?

- Well two weeks before
Fenner died,

Lawrence Chilcott sold him a
horse which Fenner believed

would dig him out of
a financial hole.

- I don't understand
why this is relevant.

- Well he sold the horse
knowing it was lame.

I mean, one professional
horseman

who knowingly sells a
lame horse to another

professional horseman
is, is acting on a

different level,
wouldn't you say?

On a level that is, well like,

I can get away with anything,
perhaps even murder.

- In wild theory perhaps.

- Well in your dealings
with Lawrence Chilcott

was there anything of
a similar nature?

You know, threatening
in any way?

- No.

He had a reputation of
being a slippery customer

but I could honestly say I
never found him to be anything

other than entirely
pleasant and businesslike.

- Okay thank you.

- Sarah.

I'm sorry.

- That Fenner was
doped with Bute

isn't taking us anywhere
at the moment

except up a blind alley
which is possibly

where it was meant to lead us.

Until further notice,
let's set that aside

and focus our minds on
Lachlan and the money.

Well Bute was after
all the means,

the money, nine cases out
of ten, is the motive.

Yes?

- Yes Sir.

- My people will be
ready to ostentatiously

pull out of Fenner's
in a couple of hours.

- Excellent.

- Sir, there's Connor,
Lady Keach's gardener.

- Gardeners are allowed
to have a lunchtime pint

at their local Havers.

- Just making the observation.

- Well you don't get a
pint like this in London.

- You're telling me.

Your name, Tremayne?

- Cornish.

- Well that much is apparent.

What is also apparent though is.

- My accent?

- Yes.

Manchester?

My parents moved
up there when I was eight.

- But you came back again?

- Well, wherever we
moved when I was a kid,

my roots would always be here.

I wanted my kids to have
their roots here too.

You're a
traditionalist Tremayne.

I just
think it's important

to know who you are.

- Sir.

It's Lachlan.

Sir?

- Come on then.

- This morning he
came around there

and then he went
into the cottage.

- We didn't take a closer
look in case we alerted them.

But I'd suggest they're
using the cove

for landing the contraband and
the cottage for storing it.

You think
this is where

they'll rendezvous
with the money?

- Maybe.

But if we aim to catch
them at Fenner's

we'll catch both them
and the money.

If instead of
grabbing them straight away

we followed them to
the rendezvous,

we'd stand a chance of
catching the whole lot of them,

from top to bottom.

- I admire you're ambition,
but I think it's a bit risky.

It'd be almost impossible
to follow them unnoticed

by daylight and as soon
as they spot us,

well, they'll head anywhere
but the rendezvous.

- You haven't seen
me in stealth mode.

- I'm sure you're
preternaturally discreet
Germain.

Nevertheless, I.

- I think we can do it.

And I think it's worth the risk.

- Alright, well it's your call.

Nine tenths of this job
is knowing your own mind.

- I think I do on this one Sir.

- He's a bit determined
isn't he?

- He's got the scent now.

The Bute in
Fenner's whiskey puts Chilcott

near the frame if not
completely inside it.

- Yes but we know that Lachlan's
involved in the smuggling.

I just sense there's more
to him than meets the eye.

- With due respect Sir,
you sensing that

Lachlan's behind this
isn't the same as

evidence that he actually is.

- Fair point.

But you know his guise
of boat mechanic,

is perfect cover for going
up and down the coast all day

and then at night he's
a black marketeer.

Word spreads, pretty
soon he's a major player.

Quiet as
a grave down here.

Anything your end?

- You'll be the first
to know Tremayne.

That's why we have
walkie talkies.

- Keeping you informed
Inspector.

- Sarg.

- You have guests Linley.

Repeat, you have guests.

- Okay we've got a Land Rover.

What car
does Lachlan drive?

- A Land Rover.

Okay he's stopped outside
the stable,

he's getting out, he's moving
directly to the target.

Sir it's not Lachlan.

- What?

It's Connor.

Okay he's going into the stable.

- Let's go.

What's that smoke?

The cove!

When that car comes, stop it!

I thought
the order was to follow?

- The order has changed!

Tell everyone to stop the car!

Yes Sir!

- There's smoke coming
from the cove.

I'm gonna take a look.

- Wait for backup.

Wait for back up Tremayne!

Tremayne!

- He's coming out of
the stable with the box

what do you want to do?

- Tremayne talk to me.

Tremayne!

Tremayne.

Wait for backup Germain.

The cottage
is on fire.

- Tremayne wait for backup.

There's
someone in there.

Tremayne!

- You go!

Leave Connor to me.

Help me!

Help!

- Hold on!

Lachlan hold on!

- Great!

Now come on!

Easy!

Get the cuffs on him quick!

- You alright?

- Yeah, fine.

Help!

- Tremayne!

- Sir!

- Havers, get an ambulance.

- Request ambulance immediately!

Man down!

- Tremayne, listen to me.

Come on Tremayne,
you'll be alright.

Come on.

- Hey.

You alright?

The pathologist thinks
that Lachlan

received a blow to the
head prior to the fire.

- How humane of the killer.

Render his victim unconscious
before the execution.

- But whether it was
enough to knock him out,

we'll never know.

If he was conscious
it would explain

Tremayne's efforts to get him.

- Mm.

So, if Lachlan killed Fenner
in a dispute over smuggling,

who killed Lachlan?

- Connor in an attempt
to take over the racquet?

I mean money is usually the
motive, you said it yourself.

Why settle for half?

- Well that's assuming
with Fenner out of the way

it was just a two way split.

- Someone else?

- Seems likely.

Come on, we should get
to the hospital.

- Yeah.

Has he?

Has he regained consciousness
yet?

- No.

- I know this is no
consolation but

I think your husband's a
very fine police officer.

- Thank you.

You're right it's no
consolation whatsoever.

Excuse me.

- Why were you so
keen to play down

the way Fenner treated you?

What were you trying to hide?

- Lachlan did a bit of
stuff with his boat

out at Fenner's cove.

Called it importing.

Drink, fags, DVDs.

Didn't pay a great deal
but it got him through

when the work weren't there.

I helped him with storage
and flogging it.

I told him about the
cottage in Fenner's cove.

Like I said, we didn't make much

but we got by and that
was fine, fine for me.

- But not for Lachlan?

- Money equals independence
he said.

So, once a month, he'd
take a box out

to a boat offshore and
exchange it for another box.

- A box?

- He did this for who?

- I don't know.

And this box
was stored underneath

Fenner's stables, yeah?

- Most the other stuff
was kept in the cottage.

But Lachlan said the
boxes from the boats

needed something more secure.

- Did Fenner know?

- He was being paid for
the use of the cove.

He was just desperate for cash,

he just took the money
and shut up.

- So Fenner was being paid
for the use of the cove

and for storing the boxes
underneath his stable?

- Lachlan didn't want anyone
to know about the boxes.

Fenner didn't know
about the hole.

I made it one night
with Lachlan.

- Do you know what these
boxes contained?

- No.

Did Lachlan?

- I don't know.

I don't think so, he
just did the drop.

- He knew the identity of the
person he did the drop for?

- Yeah.

- Who was it?

- I said I don't know.

- Come on Moira.

- I swear.

Was it
Lawrence Chilcott?

- Chilcott?

- Was it?

- Why do you say Chilcott?

- Do you believe
she doesn't know

who Lachlan's working for?

- Well with Lachlan dead she has

no reason to conceal
what she knows.

- Well I know she's involved.

- In which case she's
playing the part

of the grieving girlfriend
impeccably.

- Well someone ordered those
boxes to be shipped out.

- Connor makes an unlikely
ringleader.

- Yeah but he must
know something.

- I've told you.

- You don't know anything,
yeah we heard.

Do you think you could
just get beyond that

because that is negative
thinking.

- Try to get to the
stuff you do know.

Like what was in the
boxes you exchanged

with Lachlan once a month.

- I don't know.

I just helped him move them.

- I think you're lying.

I think you know full
well what was in the box

you collected yesterday.

Quarter of a million pounds.

- Quarter of a million?

Where were you
planning to go with that?

- Nowhere.

- The person who's money it
was would've come after you.

- I don't know who's
money it was,

I didn't know it was money
'till you just told me.

- Lying again.

I think you knew
about the money.

I think you killed both
Fenner and Lachlan

to get hold of it.

- I've told you I
didn't kill them.

Did Lawrence
Chilcott pay you to do it?

- Who?

- We have the plaster
cast of a hand print

we found at Fenner's yard
that matches your hands.

- Doesn't prove anything.

I knew Fenner.

I've been to his yard.

- And you'd be amazed how
much forensic evidence

can be retrieved from
the sight of a fire.

Now if we find anything,

anything that suggests
you've been to that cottage,

it's not gonna look
good for you is it?

We'll be able to place you
at the scene of both murders.

Of course it's surprising
how many years

come off a life sentence
for full confession.

- Of course I've been
to the cottage.

That's where we kept the stuff.

- Who was in charge of
the smuggling Connor?

Who paid you to exchange
those boxes?

- I don't know.

I was part of the chain.

That's the way Lachlan worked.

Said it was best if I
didn't know certain things,

safer for us if everything
went through him.

I trusted him.

- I told you before, if
you're looking for London

turn right, keep going 'till
you're knee deep in agents.

- Mr. Chilcott, I'm
arresting you on

suspicion of conspiracy
to murder.

You don't have to say
anything but it may

harm your defense if
you do not mention

when questioned something
you'd later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

- What?

- You heard.

Let me know when his
brief arrives, yeah?

Okay.

- Do you want me to talk to her?

- No, no.

I'll do it.

Just wanted to say how
desperately sorry we are.

- Thank you.

- Your husband was an
extremely good officer.

Very brave.

I don't know for certain,
I got there too late,

but I understand
he was trying to

get into the cottage when
he was hit by the blast.

I think he knew there was
someone trapped inside.

- Did they get him out?

- No.

- In which case,
he died in vain.

- It's that we try that
makes us heroes

not that we necessarily succeed.

Your husband was a credit.

An example to us all.

- He really relished
working with you.

Transferring to London
was his dream.

- He'd have done extremely
well wherever he went.

- My ride home.

Tell me Inspector Linley,

how do I tell my children
that the daddy they had

breakfast with yesterday
has gone forever?

- I don't know.

- No?

Neither do I.

Havers.

- What about Lawrence Chilcott?

- Let him stew 'till
I'm good and ready.

- Linley.

Linley!

You've no right to hold me!

Linley!

Mother?

- In here.

I'm just fixing some
Pimm's for us all.

- Us all?

- Sarah popped round to say
thank you for the other evening.

Aren't those flowers lovely?

- Splendid.

- Shall I make enough
for you too?

My which I mean are you
actually going to

grace us with your company?

- I need to talk to you.

- Are you sure you've
got the right word dear?

I mean, I was under
the impression

that you'd given up talking
unless it was

to the wretched mobile of yours.

- Okay, okay, point
very much taken.

- Look, if you want to talk
to me about the estate again.

- Mother.

I should've said
something earlier

but I wasn't sure
how much I wanted

people to know about
Helen and me.

- I'm not people Tommy,
I'm your mother.

- I know, I didn't mean
to exclude you.

It's just with Peter
back in rehab

and you looking after
the estate alone

I didn't want to burden you.

I know how much you
worry about us.

- You must have realized I
worry much more not knowing.

- I'm sorry.

Perhaps my resistance
to talk was

also a question of
damaged pride.

Or guilt, even.

In reality I have a
sense, a very real sense,

that I failed Helen.

- She's left you?

- We are temporarily separated.

- Oh Tommy.

- I think we both need
time and space

to get over the loss
of the baby.

It was her decision to go
and I'm prepared to wait

as long as necessary
for her to come back.

- Do you think she
will come back?

- I have to hope so.

- Thank you for telling
me anyway.

- Sorry it took so long.

- These things take as
long as they take.

Now, can you take this
tray out for me?

There's a good boy.

- I'm sorry, I.

Of course mother.

- Judith and I were just
wondering if you

needed a hand Dorothy
but I see you have

the long arm of the
Lord to assist you.

- I thought I'd grab
him while I could.

- Are you staying
for a drink Tommy?

- I'm afraid not.

- No one ever went
to their grave

wishing they'd spent more
time at the office, remember.

- Yes true.

Unfortunately the most
important to have a

murder inquire in the
first couple days, so.

- Just when I thought
we were finally

going to spend some
time with Tommy,

we get Inspector Linley.

- It was the same when
he was at Eaton.

He'd come home for his holiday,

we wouldn't know who
we were gonna get.

Carefree Tommy or bookish Tommy.

- My husband was
an old attorney.

- Was he, which house?

- Don't ask questions like that.

He'd go on about the
place for hours at a time.

I stopped listening
after a while.

- Was he in college?

- That's right.

- I always admired the scholars.

- Don't think you could
ever call Peter a scholar.

- Really?

- He could never sit still
for more than an hour.

Don't think I ever saw
him finish a book

in the entire time
we were together.

- Well I better be off.

Bye mom.

Bye Tommy.

- Sir.

Good to see you.

I thought I'd lost
you for a minute.

You alright?

- I'm fine.

How's Chilcott bearing up?

- Stewing nicely.

- And you?

You bearing up?

- Yeah I'm fine.

I'm fine.

- You will tell me if
you're not won't you?

- Yeah.

We should speak to Chilcott.

I think it's time to
bring him to the boil.

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

- I think you do.

D.S. Havers here is
convinced of it.

- You can think what you like.

- You got hold of
Stephen Fenner,

a small struggling trainer
in comparison with yourself,

but competition nonetheless.

On his land is a nice
hidden away cove

with an empty cottage, perfect
for landing and storing

whatever it was you
were bringing in.

Things get complicated
when serious money

gets involved don't
they Mr. Chilcott?

Whatever
you say Inspector.

- You never really like Fenner.

You sold him a lame horse.

Tried to mask the
lameness with Bute

but when he realizes this, he
wants reparation doesn't he?

He asks for more money
to keep quiet

about your smuggling operation.

But then he gets greedy
and asks for too much

so you drugged him
with Bute again

and then you killed him.

Made it look like suicide.

- Rubbish.

- I know you think the
police might be onto you.

So you arrange to
meet the one man

who knows the whole
truth, Lachlan.

You arrange to meet him
at Fenner's cottage,

where you kill him, try
and burn the cottage.

But it wasn't just
him you killed.

Detective Sergeant Tremayne
also died in that fire.

That's three murders you're
responsible for Chilcott.

Three murders!

- He's very good.

- I advise you to say nothing.

- No, no, no, I want
to congratulate

the Inspector on his story
telling gift, it's marvelous.

I'm completely and utterly
incorrect in almost every
detail.

Almost?

- I mean I didn't even really
sell Artemis to Fenner.

- The horse's passport
says you did.

- Do you know how many
eastern European horses

sneak into this country
on one of those passports?

- Lawrence.

- I didn't smuggle anything
and I didn't murder anyone.

All I did was sell a horse
as a favor to a friend.

A friend?

- Lady Keach.

She wanted to gift
someone a horse

without it looking like a gift.

- Lady Keach?

She gave
me a little help

to doctor the passport

so that her name wouldn't
appear on it.

For tax reasons she said.

- Well how much help
did she give you

to doctor the passport?

- You tell me how much you earn,

I'll tell you how much I do.

- You're in no position
to be cocky Chilcott.

How much?

- Nothing so vulgar as
cash with Lady Keach.

- If not cash?

- She has a rather fantastic
statue in her front garden.

She promised it to me.

- Lawrence I really must insist
that you say nothing fur--

- I'm cooperating
with the police.

Not like this.

I've
nothing to hide.

- I'm sorry I don't understand.

Why would she give
you a treasured

anniversary present
from Lord Keach?

- There is no Lord Keach!

- Not anymore I know.

- Not ever.

You really don't know
anything do you?

- Get me a copy of
Debrett's Peerage would you?

- You said she was a
friend of your mothers.

- Mother took her under her
wing when she came down here.

She took her at face value.

Just get me that book.

- Yes Sir.

- There was something
that she said

at my mothers this afternoon.

- What?

- She said her husband
was in college at Eaton.

- That's no crime.

Set course against
the working class.

- She said her husband
was in college

and I said how I'd always
admired the scholars.

- Okay.

- But then she said her
husband wasn't a scholar.

Barely read a book in his life.

- Okay now you're losing me.

- At Eaton, if you're
an academic scholar,

you're said to be in college.

Only the true scholars
are in college.

- So she made a mistake.

- That's not a mistake
anyone who'd been

married to an old attorney
for ten years would make.

- Unless she was winging
it in the moment.

- Exactly.

Lord Cardinal Casswood.

Well well.

- No Lord Keach.

So no Lord Keech, no Lady Keach.

And if no Lady Keach.

- Then who the hell was at
dinner the other evening?

- I'll get her in and find out.

- No you stay here and
put pressure on Chilcott.

I'm gonna find out where
she bought her title

and then pay her
ladyship a visit.

- Can I fix you a drink Tommy?

- No thank you, I'm on duty.

- So it's not Tommy or
even Lord, but Inspector.

- Don't you find Lady
Keach that most

of the time a title just
gets in the way?

And yet occasionally, it can
help to keep things clear.

- It certainly doesn't hurt when

I want to reserve
a table in London.

Do take a seat.

- Thank you.

- And if you call me
Lady Keach one more time

I should be forced to
bop you over your head

until you stop.

- Sorry.

- Apology accepted.

- At the school I attended
there were

quite a few titled boys.

Wasn't anything anyone
made much of a fuss about

which was a blessing
for me really

because it meant I
grew up not making

much of a fuss about it either.

How 'bout your school?

- School wasn't a problem.

- And when you got into
the big wide world?

Must become an issue?

- In what way?

- Well I always find
that people think that

having a Lord or a Lady involved

in whatever it might
be brings added value

whereas in reality of course,

it were the person
behind the title,

then the opposite would
usually be true.

- I take it you don't have
much time for London society?

- Mm.

Well I decided when I
was in my early twenties

that it was rather like
a treadmill with canapes,

so consequently not for me.

It's not easy is it though,
just being one's self?

People often expect the
role rather than the person.

- Personally, I can
take it or leave it.

- Being one's self?

- I don't believe people
have just one self

Inspector Linley.

- Good point Lady Keach.

- Sarah.

- Okay.

Sarah it is.

But it's not really Keach is it?

And if we're being
brutally honest

it's not really Lady is it?

- How long have you
known her true identity?

- So you've done your
homework then?

- So, you do know it?

- I know who she is.

- Because you run the
operation together?

- I've told you before I'm not

and I never have been involved
in any kind of smuggling.

- So she ran it alone?

- I've no idea.

- Okay but from what you
know of the real person

behind the facade, do
you think she's capable?

- That's for you to find out.

- How did you find out?

- When we came over you
mentioned Lord Keach.

I've subsequently discovered
there was no such person.

And this afternoon you said
your husband had gone to Eaton.

- I made a mistake didn't I?

I'm afraid you did.

- I panicked in the moment
and gilded the lily.

Haven't done that for ages.

Must be you making me nervous.

- Policemen often make
people feel like that.

- When I buried my
husband I decided

to buy myself a new life.

A new life meant new identity.

I thought about it for
a while and decided

it would be fun to be titled.

Is that so terrible?

- If you have the means and
the temperament, why not?

- I play the role of
a baroness and to all

intents and purposes
I am a baroness.

We are who we pretend
to be Lord Asherton.

You play the role of a
police officer and voila,

you are a police officer.

- I don't play the role Sarah.

I really am a police officer.

- Given how much trouble
I can bring to your door

for doctoring a horse's
passport,

I suggest you help me find
out sooner rather than later.

- Her name is Sarah Marlow
married to Duncan Marlow

up to his death on the
Costa Dorada six years ago.

Stabbed outside a nightclub.

A consequence of his lifelong
career in serious fraud.

- Why are you here?

You haven't actually said.

- I'd like to know more
about your husband.

Your late husband.

- Anything in particular?

- Why don't we start
with how much you

learnt from him about
fraud and money laundering.

And then we can move
on to how you

took over for him
where he left off

after his rather
gruesome demise.

Why did she
give Artemis to Fenner?

- When Sarah first
moved into the area

she believed he was a
friend that could be

trusted with her real identity.

Only he wasn't.

And he saw how important
her new life was to her

and being the piece
of scum that he was

he tried to blackmail
her to keep him quiet.

- So he wasn't blackmailing you?

No.

- My husband was very
good at what he did.

He once told me he
could take the

dirtiest ten pound
note in the world

and make it pristine in an hour.

That's all he did.

He serviced crime,
he didn't do crime.

- Not a semantic difference
the law recognizes.

- He processed money.

- He taught you how?

- Wasn't difficult to absorb
his technique over the years

and if you know the right people

it's not exactly rocket science.

- And you knew the right people.

- Businessmen, bankers,
lawyers, they were our friends.

We holidayed together,
dined together.

After my husband was
killed they were

only too eager to help
me reestablish myself.

- Yourself?

And your late husband's
operation here in Cornwall.

- I made one mistake.

I trusted Stephen Fenner
with my identity.

- She told me what
Fenner was trying to do.

I told her to ignore
him but she couldn't.

She paid him for a while and
decided she'd had enough.

She asked what could settle
things once and for all.

He said he needed a
top quality horse.

That's where I come in.

- But you gave him a lame horse?

He was
a lame human being.

- Was Fenner trying
to expose you?

Was he blackmailing you?

Did you have Fenner killed
because he was

trying to expose you?

- Well no one was meant to die.

Lachlan was only to
scare Stephen into

leaving me alone
once and for all.

The Bute was just to
disorientate him.

And if Lachlan hadn't
delegated to Connor

that would've been the outcome.

But Connor messed up.

I had no choice.

I had to draw every
stump on the pitch.

- Why waste a pearl on a swine?

- But if you had, he
might still be alive.

As would the two other men
who died as a consequence.

- As your boss said,
let the buyer beware.

- You're a real piece of work.

- No.

I'm a businessman.

- Is that how you see Lachlan?

A drawn stump.

Is that how you see
Sergeant Tremayne?

- Tremayne was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

I can't tell you how
sick I felt when I heard.

- But Lachlan wasn't was he?

Lachlan was in precisely
the right place

at precisely the right time,

exactly where you told
him to meet you!

- Well I wish it could
have been any other way

but Lachlan knew everything
and I have learned

that it is sometimes
necessary to

read a situation without
compassion.

- You know, we think
Lachlan was still conscious

when he was consumed
by that fire.

- Feelings obscure
clarity Inspector.

I did what I had to do.

- Do you really think that
is gonna stand up in court?

- I have no intention
of finding out!

- It's over Sarah!

The minute you get on that
boat, I call the customs.

Then what?

Come on, Chilcott is
talking to Havers

down at the station right now.

- Lawrence Chilcott's as
crooked as a pine arm!

- Judge a person by the
company they keep eh?

- Only Stephen Fenner let
me be who I wanted to be!

- Put that gun down Sarah.

- If only people would
leave other people alone!

- You made the decision
a long time ago

from the wife of a
money launderer.

Do you really thing
that entitled you

to great wealth and
piece of mind?

- My husband was a financier.

- He took money soaked
in human misery

and rinsed it out for profit.

- My husband was
a wonderful man.

- Death cancels out
everything but the truth

and strips a man of everything
but genius and virtue.

But of course, your husband
had no genius did he?

Or virtue.

He was just a ruthless criminal.

Like you.

- You don't know me.

- I know everything I
need to know about you.

- I could kill you.

- This days been a long
time coming for you Sarah.

My advice, let it come.

- Where's she going?

So let it come.

- Thank you so much
Lady Asherton.

You couldn't have made
me more welcome.

- You couldn't have been
a better guest my dear,

I just wish we'd
seen more of you.

- Well perhaps next
time I'm on leave.

- You're one of the
family now, you know that?

Take care of yourself.

- Thank you.

I will.

Bye.

- We're all packed.

- I hardly feel you've
been here.

- I'll come round again
soon properly.

- With Helen?

- If I can.

See you Judith.

How long are you staying on for?

- Just until John comes back.

- Look after the old
girl will you?

- Ah, ah, ah, I heard that.

- You were meant to.

- Now you remember you're
a husband first

and a policeman second.

- Yes.

- Be happy.

- Bye mother.

Cheers.
- Bye Tommy.

- If you want a few
more days at the retreat

I can drop you off.

- No Sir.

- Seat belt.

- Yes Sir.