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I shouldn't have left it open. It was stupid.

I suppose I thought, with your officers outside and if...

Sally took the sleeping drug...

I thought the intruder didn't exist.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

I woke up. I suppose I must have heard a noise.

It was very dark, but I could see him.

I mean, I could see a figure standing at the end of my bed.

He was staring at me.

I moved. He ran out of the door.

I screamed. I got out of bed.

I banged my face against the door frame.

Felix went after him.

You're sure it was a man?

90% sure.

White? Black? Asian?

Not white, I think.

How are you feeling now?

Not too bad.

This is sore, but...

The night Sally Jupp died...

..is there anything else you'd like to tell me about that evening?

Why?

I've already told you about it.

Anything else that you might have remembered since then?

Like what?

SHE LAUGHS IN DISBELIEF

Krish. I see. I...

I assume he must've said something to you

about the ridiculous pantomime

that he played out with Sally that night.

I didn't tell you because it really was nothing.

Your brother proposed to a woman in the drawing room.

It wasn't serious.

He was doing it to get at me.

I had been pushing him about Catherine.

It's my father's dearest wish - Catherine and Krish.

And we're running out of time.

Actually, I'm feeling quite faint again.

When I reached here,

I could hear him trying the back door,

and then footsteps running on down towards the kitchen.

By the time I got down here, I heard the smashing glass.

I rushed in, and...

Well, you can see, sir.

There's broken glass on the floor.

He must have been searching for the key,

knocked the glasses off, and...

maybe he thought the glass would slow me down.

The door was like that.

I ran out after him,

caught a glimpse of a shape near the end of the courtyard.

By the time I got down there, he...

must have got out through the garden.

I went to the front of the house and alerted the officers.

As I said, he was smaller than me, slight of build.

Hard to be sure because of the dark, but I'd say he was probably Asian.

Thank you.

Seems likely he's connected with Suresh's work in India,

don't you think?

I'm pretty mad with Devi for leaving her window open.

How well did you know Sally Jupp, Mr Hearne?

Sally? Erm...

I didn't know her.

I'd seen her five or six times maybe when I'd visited.

Were you aware that she was in the habit

of making a drink, cocoa, before going to bed?

No.

Why would I be? I didn't follow her around.

Why are you asking me about this?

The evening she died, you told us that you were all tired,

you all had dinner, and then you went up to bed.

Yes.

Did anything else happen?

No.

No, nothing. I told you that.

Thank you. You can go. Up to your room, please.

I'd quite like to see Devi now, if that's all right? Soon.

He's completely loyal.

He'll say whatever Devi asked him to say.

Would he DO anything?

Are you thinking they've made all this up, sir? The intruder?

Are you?

Well, there were no prints on the window,

or the frame, except Devi's.

But then there weren't any in Sally's room either.

It seems odd to me

that he would think of searching for the key on the shelf.

I mean, there's so many other places it could be.

Agreed.

You do everything by the book.

Stick to protocol.

Yes, sir. Lady Catherine next?

No, no. Let's leave her till last.

BIRDS SQUAWK

HEAVY BREATHING

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Mrs Mehta, Krishna has told us about what happened with Sally Jupp,

the evening before she died.

Yes.

We should have told you. I know. I'm sorry.

We all decided together.

We were trying not to shame Krishna

or to embarrass Catherine any further.

And we all knew it wasn't important.

Krishna claims he was in love with Sally.

SHE SCOFFS He wasn't.

I know my son.

He has an impetuous streak, especially if he feels trapped.

It was my fault.

I was pushing him to propose to Catherine,

for Suresh's sake.

He was trying to prove that he's his own man, which he is.

SHE SIGHS I'm sure he'd flirted with Sally.

She was so pretty.

So... available.

Men need to cut their teeth.

But there is only one woman for Krishna, and he knows that.

He and Catherine have a bond.

There is a bond between our families.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

You think badly of us now.

But at least you know that my son would never have hurt Sally.

The packet of Dormiritol, sir.

Seems empty.

Do you recognise this, Mrs Tate?

Well, it looks like the stuff we use for Mr Mehta, for his sleep.

Any idea how it ended up hidden in the garden?

No.

Was it you who locked up last night?

Yes.

And where did you put the key?

Um...

On the shelf, there behind the glasses.

I always do,

in case someone gets down before me and needs it.

It's out of sight of the door and the window.

So everyone in the household would know where to find it?

Yes, I think so.

Is Miss Devi all right?

She'll be fine.

As we were leaving with Dr Mehta yesterday,

you called out, "You can tell them.

"Tell them what you need to tell them."

What did you mean by that?

I assume he's told you? Told us what?

That he asked the maid to marry him.

The evening after the fete.

I suspected I knew why he was doing it, and...

Devi admitted later that she'd been pushing him.

To do what?

To formalise things with me.

It must have been extremely painful,

watching him propose to another woman.

How did you react? I didn't say anything.

Devi was angry with him, but none of us... took it seriously.

I wasn't entirely surprised

that it was that girl that he brought into the room.

I'd noticed her flirting with him over the last few months.

Silly, giggling stuff.

They were even doing it at the fete. I... took a photo

Thought it might make him realise how foolish he looked.

Did you take other photographs at the fete?

Yes.

I'm a professional photographer. Portraits, usually.

I'm in demand.

I don't just sit around here looking demure all day,

contrary to what you might think.

I'd like to see the photographs.

They're not developed. My dark room's in London...

We can have them developed. Is the camera in your room?

Dressing table.

Be careful with the negatives, please.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLOSES

Krish is under a great deal of strain.

Actually, my heart went out to him that evening.

Such a desperate sort of thing to do.

How old are you Lady Catherine?

You must have been wondering when exactly

Krishna would commit to you.

That's rather a low blow, isn't it?

It seems you've invested years in this relationship.

I've never doubted that Krish and I will be married.

I love him, and he loves me.

If not wildly, then enough.

I've brought my family round to the idea of him.

We're almost there.

I wasn't about to murder some girl he was using to shock his parents.

Using for sex?

I don't know. It's cleaner than a prostitute.

So I don't think you should waste any more time on that theory.

The forensics team is completing its work.

We have officers speaking to your neighbours.

Given what's happened, I think it may be best

if Mr Mehta were moved to a hospital.

No. That's out of the question.

Father wants to stay here.

I'm sure the doctor wouldn't allow it.

He thinks there isn't long.

In that case, we'll be increasing

the number of officers stationed outside.

I'm assuming none of you will wish to leave, but if you do,

please speak to an officer, and they'll relay a message to me.

I do expect honesty when I speak to you.

The fact that you've withheld information has been noted.

I assume you'll be letting Krish go now,

with everything that's happened?

Commander! Commander.

Sorry about before. Sticking to the party line.

Didn't feel like my story to tell.

In the, erm, interest of full disclosure,

I thought you should know that Martha, Mrs Tate,

tried to give in her notice yesterday.

Devi refused to accept it. She was pretty upset about it.

She's probably forgotten to mention it, with everything that's...

Anyway... thought you'd want to know.

Thanks.

Martha Tate is the only one

who definitely knew about the sleeping drug

and definitely knew that Sally was the only one who drank the cocoa.

What's her motive?

She's been with the Mehtas for years.

I can't see her being threatened by Sally's arrival.

Maybe she got wind of the engagement, didn't like it.

You know, protective of the family. Hm.

The one with the most motive is her.

And Krish may well have told her about the sleeping drug.

And whatever she claims,

she's got to have hated Sally that night.

So she drugs her, waits until she's out of it,

then goes into her room and suffocates her.

I mean, there's something...

there's something hard about her, don't you think?

I think she'd be capable of doing it.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Photos, sir.

Thanks.

It's like something from the '50s. Yeah.

Got Derek Pullen here with his mates.

Ah, this is the one. Krish and Sally.

See, that's what I mean about her.

She sees this, and she takes a photo.

Calm as you like.

Hand wasn't even shaking by the look of it.

This man...

It's Malcolm Proctor.

Malcolm Proctor?

DI Roscoe, East Essex Police. We'd like to speak to you, please.

Sorry, no can do. Middle of a job. Only nipped home for dinner.

It's about the murder of your wife's niece, Sally Jupp.

And?

I hadn't seen her in over a year. Neither of us had.

So you didn't try to find her after she left?

Why would I?

She was out of control. She ran the missus ragged.

When she went, it was a relief.

I'm sorry she's dead, right?

But we hadn't seen her.

And we don't know who the father of the kid is.

Can you look at this for me, please?

Is that you?

Ah. She caught your best side.

I did go looking for her, for the missus.

I asked around as soon as she upped and left.

No-one had a clue.

Someone told me she was in the club.

Figured, way she'd been carrying on.

We're not taking him, by the way.

Done our bit raising someone else's kid.

So, a week, ten days ago,

a mate of mine was doing a job out Martingale way,

and he spotted her.

So, yeah. Sunday, I go and find her.

I didn't know that thing was happening.

I was just gonna knock on the front door,

check she was all right.

But I seen her, pulled her out, had a little chat with her.

End of. Was she pleased to see you?

Oh... I wouldn't go that far. But she got it.

Said to tell her auntie she was fine and not to worry.

Where did you speak to her? I don't know.

Near the back door. She was working, so...

Did you know who she was working for?

Suresh Mehta and his wife?

No.

How long did you stay at the fete for?

Christ, I don't know. 20 minutes?

Then I went home, told the missus Sally was fine,

and that was the end of it.

Did you go back to the house later that night?

Why the hell would I do that?

You're a roofer, then, Mr Proctor? Good with heights?

No. No, I come over all of a quiver.

Course I'm bloody good with heights.

Why?

What did you do that evening?

Sunday? Watched telly with the missus.

Stayed up till the end of a film, went to bed.

Work the next day, needed my beauty sleep.

Cocky bastard. Trouble is, his story makes sense.

I want to speak to Derek Pullen again.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Father? He's still with us.

Hey. What happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

I'm afraid we had another intruder. What?

What, and he hurt you? No.

I banged my face panicking, that's all.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

I told them. I had to.

We know. It's all right.

I knew you'd come back.

I didn't do it.

I didn... HE EXHALES SHARPLY

Of course you didn't.

DALGLIESH: I want to go over your statement again with you, Derek.

I didn't make it up.

You say you noticed Sally glancing down the corridor,

then moving towards the back stairs, so you followed her.

Yeah, to make sure she was all right.

You stood in the corridor, and you saw her talking to someone.

Mehta. Krish Mehta.

Did you actually see him?

Think carefully, please.

No. I just...

I saw them after, and he was putting his hands on her.

Did you hear her say his name?

Or did you recognise his voice?

No, I couldn't really hear his voice, only hers, and...

..she was scared.

In your statement, you say that you didn't actually see them

coming back along the corridor together.

No, it was... it was only a minute before,

and I turned round, and they were there.

And he had his hands on her.

Ever seen this man before?

No.

Look, it was Krish Mehta.

It has to have been, dun' it?

So, let's say it's Proctor by the back stairs with her.

Maybe it's him pushing her into sex.

Christ, maybe he's even the father of her kid.

She gets pregnant, scarpers, or maybe even he throws her out,

gives her a shiner into the bargain.

She goes to the refuge.

Then a year later, he finds out where she is,

comes after her and starts the whole thing up again.

It's a possibility.

There's nothing in his record relating to theft.

Theft? I don't think so.

The valuables going missing?

Yeah.

That's a possibility.

He's making her steal stuff.

So she's got to have been scared of him.

She starts saying no, argues with him at the fete,

he comes back that night, gets in through the window.

We need a warrant.

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

DALGLIESH: Sunday, Mrs Proctor -

was your husband here or did he go out?

Morning, he was here. Afternoon, he went out.

Pub, I think he said. What time did he get back?

Er, before his tea. Half past five?

And after that, did he go out again?

No. No. We watched telly, went to bed.

CLATTERING

Did you go to bed at the same time? I went up a bit earlier.

Could he have gone out without you hearing during the night?

No. HEAVY CLUNKING

Sorry, but what are they doing?

Can you look at this photograph, please?

What's this?

The clothes your husband's wearing here -

did he change them when he came home?

Er, no.

No, he didn't change.

It was taken in a house called Martingale,

the house where your niece was working as a maid.

Your husband went there on Sunday and spoke with her.

He saw Sally? Yes.

A short time before she died. He didn't tell you?

I'm not sure.

Maybe he did.

I don't remember. I think you would remember.

Was Sally scared of your husband? No.

Did he ever harm her in any way?

No. No.

Could you go and find these clothes for me, please,

the ones he's wearing here?

Now?

Does your husband have a yard

or a workshop where he keeps supplies?

No. Everything's in his van.

We checked the van.

ENGINES START

Proctor can't have known about the sleeping drug, can he?

Unless Sally told him, and why would she?

And how would he get it in the tin? Yes.

I think we need to stop assuming that the person who drugged Sally

is necessarily the same person who killed her.Sir?

Call came in, anonymous. Malcolm Proctor rents a lock-up.

Garage is on the Brockden Estate.

SIRENS WAIL

All of this lot can't have just come from the Mehtas'.

He's a bloody thief.

I'm not gonna sit here much longer.

Not without a lawyer.

Do you wanna call one now? We can wait.

Well, it depends what bullshit you're about to come up with.

Roscoe, you said.

I've worked it out.

I know your brothers.

They're good lads. Smart.

We've just completed a search of your house, Mr Proctor.

A search for what? Didn't find anything, did you?

Cos there's nothing to find.

We went on to search a garage that you rent on the Brockden Estate.

Number 17. Who told you about that?

We had existing intelligence.

From who?

We discovered several items there, valuable items.

Some matching the description of items that recently went missing

from the Mehtas' house. Right.

Well... she took 'em.

Sally.

She brought 'em to me to keep 'em for her, till she could shift 'em.

LAUGHING:Oh, pull the other one.

What about all the other stuff in there?

Sally nicked that as well, did she (?)

We're going through it all now,

matching it to burglaries that date back years.

Handy, looking into people's houses when you're up your ladder,

with your head for heights.

Fuck off.

We think you did find Sally, but not last week -

several months ago.

We think you went to her, saw the position she was in,

told her to start stealing things. We think she was scared of you.

Why'd you think that? So she complied.

We have a witness who heard Sally arguing and pleading

with a man at the fete on Sunday. We think that man was you.

Think what you like.

The man was pushing Sally into carrying out something

she didn't want to do.

We think you were angry with Sally,

we think you went back to the house that night,

climbed in through an open window, woke her, argued with her

and smothered her in front of her child.

I bloody well did not!

We're examining the clothes you wore,

for fibres that match the bedding.

If you think you're setting me up for this,

you can bloody well think again! Sit down!

She took the stuff and gave it to me,

and why shouldn't she?

She owed me!

Years of putting clothes on her back,

putting up with her crap!

And then there she is working for a bunch of coloureds.

Rich ones!

And where did they get their money from?

Us!

Payback, I call it.

Sit down, Mr Proctor.

Christ.

I thought you'd be ignorant, but...

It must have made you feel angry, given your racist views,

when you discovered your niece was working as a servant for the Mehtas.

Did you think she was shaming you?

You don't know anything about my views.

Pro-British - there's a difference.

Ask his lot.

If you try and fit me up for this, you'll regret it.

You haven't a fucking clue how far I reach.

Let's get photos of the stolen items over to the Mehtas to ID.

At least then we can charge him with theft. He stays in the cells.

God, I wish it was him, the murder.

Sorry, but we're not ruling him out, are we? No, we're not.

But I doubt his wife will withdraw the alibi.

We need forensics to come through.

Why would he risk breaking into the house?

He knew where to find Sally. He could have accosted her anytime.

Maybe she threatened to tell about the thefts,

so he knew he had to finish her off quick.

That's a good thought. DOOR OPENS

Sir. OFFICER:This way.

DOOR SHUTS

I think you should come up.

WHISPERS:Do you want me to...?

No. Thank you.

Be here for me. Of course.

Where's Martha? The doctor wants some boiled water.

She went out, about half an hour ago.

She spoke to a policeman and left with him.

I can see to the water.

I, erm...

I want to confess.

Confess to what, Mrs Tate?

To killing her, Sally.

S-Sally Jupp.

I would advise you to wait until you have a lawyer with you.

I don't care about any of that.

Please can I just say it?

I drugged her.

I put the sleeping drug into the tin of cocoa,

weeks ago, when I first bought the tin.

I didn't think there might be more at the bottom,

which is why she must've got a stronger dose.

Why did you put the sleeping drug into the tin?Because...

I can't believe I did it.

I wanted her to look bad.

I wanted her to...

sleep in of a morning, get into trouble.

I wanted her to get the sack. Why?

Because I didn't want her there.

She wasn't helping, she was making things worse.

We should never have taken her on. SHE STUTTERS

I should have been involved in that decision.

I should have interviewed her, but, no.

Mrs Mehta saw her on her own, sat her down in the drawing room,

would you believe, had me bring in tea.

Well, that might be the way they do things where they come from

but it's not how it's done here.

Of course, she feels sorry for her.

And suddenly, I've got a useless girl in my kitchen,

and not just a useless girl, I've got a baby,

crying and carrying on at...

Have some water.

It wasn't right.

Not when I had to help nurse Mr Mehta as well as everything else.

And it wasn't like she'd learn. I mean...

SHE SIGHS

I could have taught her everything I know,

could've made her fit for the best houses, but, no, she knew better.

She was rude to me, no respect, laughing at me behind me back,

like I was a...

silly old pointless woman.

Trollop like that, making me...

..trying to make me feel small.

Couldn't you have just spoken to Mrs Mehta,

you know, told her that Sally wasn't...?

I tried. Of course I did.

But she said, "Oh, we have to make allowances."

Trying to impress the Vicar, and the neighbours.

"Oh, Mrs Mehta, isn't she good taking that girl on?"

Well, what use is that to me?

DISTANT WAILING

Father!

SOBBING

Sally slept in one morning...

and that did seem to annoy Mrs Mehta.

So I thought perhaps I could make her do it again and again,

and then Mrs Mehta would see my point of view.

I would never want to take a mother away from her baby.

I honestly, honestly...

..only ever wanted her to sleep.

I was horrified when I realised she was...

I've hardly been able to breathe these few days.

So...

..the evening after the fete,

you told us you were in the kitchen the whole time,

except for when you served dinner.

Then you locked up and went to bed. Yes.

I assume you didn't know that Krishna Mehta

proposed to Sally Jupp that evening, in the drawing room

and that she said yes?

Or did you?

You went ahead and let her drink some of the drugged cocoa.

Would you have done that had you known there was a chance

she might become Krishna's wife?

Or is that why you did it? No!

No, I can't believe that could've happened. No.

Well, he did call her in there, but...

No. No. Because when I-I heard them arguing,

he was really angry with her, and I didn't like to think

what she must have done to make him shout like that.

When did you hear them arguing?

Later. Around half past nine, as I was locking up.

Where?

Erm, outside. Down the side of the house somewhere.

You sure you haven't got that wrong? No, I'm sure it was them.

I wasn't eavesdropping, but...

He was saying all sorts -

that she was wrong, that she was betraying him,

and she was piping up, calling him "Krish".

I was gonna tackle her about it the next day.

You can ask Mrs Langridge. She saw them.

I saw her looking out of her window.

You didn't mention any of this in your statement.

No. Well, I don't gossip about the family,

and I didn't want to start making you think any of them was involved,

when it was...

Sally Jupp didn't die as a result of the sleeping drug.

That she was rendered drowsy by it

may have been a factor in her being killed, but...

it wasn't the cause of death.

What do you mean?

Do you mean...?

Do you mean I didn't kill her?

We may have to consider charges of actual bodily harm.

An officer will come and take a formal statement.

PHONE RINGING

Just when we thought they'd been truthful with us.

KNOCK ON DOOR Sir?

Suresh Mehta died half an hour ago.

UNDER BREATH:Oh, shit.

What do we do? Give them till tomorrow?

Yes. I think we have to.

DOOR OPENS SOFTLY

Is Mrs Mehta coming?

She'll be down in a moment. This is so wrong.

As I've said, we're sorry for your loss.

We looked at the photographs you sent.

All of those things belonged to my parents.

Was it Martha who took them? No.

Sally?

We think Sally took them under duress.

We think she was being threatened by someone she was scared of.

Did you know this?

Did Martha kill Sally? I assume that's why you're here.

No, she didn't.

Well, she must have done something. She hasn't come back.

We're considering other charges against Mrs Tate.

Like what?

According to Mrs Tate's account of the night Sally Jupp died,

she overheard an argument taking place outside the house

at around 9:30pm.

The argument was between Sally and you, Dr Mehta.

What argument?

FIRMLY:What argument?

Perhaps you can answer that?

According to Mrs Tate, you also overheard it.

You were listening at your window when she went upstairs.

Why would you believe what she says?

Because it makes sense, of why you and Mr Hearne decided

to invent the story of an intruder in your bedroom two nights later.

You'd overheard the argument, and you assumed your brother

must have murdered Sally Jupp. That is absolutely untrue!

You knew we were considering the possibility of another

politically motivated intruder, and so you decided to invent one,

while he was in custody, in order to prove his innocence.

You're choosing to believe her over me, and I wonder why that would be?

Devi, Devi...

Is it true?

Devi.

Devi?

HE EXHALES

You shouldn't have done that. Of course I should have.

It's exactly what you would do for me.

We did argue... Krish. No.

Because she didn't want to marry me.

She was annoyed that I'd asked her in front of everyone.

She only said yes to help me save face.

Why didn't... Why...?

She said she had fun and that it was exciting

but that she wanted to do her own thing, live her own life.

Why didn't you tell me? I don't know.

Because I didn't want to look like an idiot.

Because I was.

And it hurt.

And then she was dead.

I know I should have told you, when you interviewed me,

but I didn't.

I could see how it looked.

And you were happy to let us go on suspecting

other people's involvement. No.

No, because I knew none of us would have done it,

so I knew you wouldn't have been able to gather any evidence!

According to Mrs Tate, the row was bitter and angry.

I think you went to the pub after that row, I think you drank heavily,

and I think your anger and resentment towards Sally

continued to grow. No! That is not true.

And then I think you came back here, I think you went into Sally's room

in the middle of the night and you killed her.

No, I did not kill her! He would never do that!

We can continue this at the station.

Devi Langridge, Felix Hearne, I'm arresting you

for perverting the course of justice.You can't be serious.

Krishna Mehta, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Sally Jupp.

No. You're not obliged to say...

Stop it! Are you really doing this again?

Stop it! No! No!

Can't you see what you're doing?! SOBBING

It's OK. Mum... No! No!

It will all be OK. I promise.

It won't be. Of course it won't be.

My foolish, foolish boy.

SHE SIGHS

I killed her. Mother, stop it.

No, Mother... Move away from her, please.

How did you kill her, Mrs Mehta?

Swear to me you will leave my children alone? No deals.

And I want no more lies.

How did you kill her?

With a pillow.

I put it over her face.

I thought she'd wake up.

But she didn't... at first.

Then she did...

..for a moment.

She struggled.

And then there were no more breaths.

It isn't true, OK?

I was so, so angry with that girl.

Hateful, manipulative.

Coming into our home, making a fool of our son,

a fool of all of us.

The shame of it.

Suresh was in charge of a whole province!

My father owned 30,000 acres in Punjab!

Was I going to write to my brothers and tell them that our son

was marrying a servant?!

Some slut from a slum on the edge of God knows where?!

S-Stop it.

25 years we have been in this country.

We have been perfect.

Suresh was perfect.

We have earned respect.

Even in the face of the snide remarks

and the so-called jokes and the... the sneers behind their eyes.

UNDER BREATH:Oh, my God.

What's the matter with you?

You just stood there and let her say those things to me,

telling me that there was nothing that I could do,

that she knew you better than me!

Shameful.

Shame on you.

Over and over your father said...

.."You play the game...

"..you show them the face they want to see...

"..but your honour is your honour...

"..and your blood is your blood."

Did you know, sir?

I couldn't rule her out.

I should have ruled her in.

DOORBELL RINGS

Sorry to disturb you.

Do you want to come in? No. Thank you.

I wanted to give you this.

Sally's.

Where she wrote down the number of the women's refuge.

Your husband's been charged with four counts of theft now.

He won't get bail.

You've already shown you have courage.

I hope perhaps you might think of yourself for once.

There's nothing out there for me.

There might be.

I said my vows, he said his.

I don't think it's ever perfect.

Not for anyone.

Keep that number somewhere safe, will you?

For my sake.