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William?

Roberta?

Dear God!

Wait...!

Where's William? What's happened?

Olivia, I'm so sorry.

DS Nies. Where's William? I'm afraid...

Murdered. William's murdered.

Murdered?! He can't... I...

I'm sorry. No... No.

Roberta! They told me. I can't believe it. If you don't mind, sir.

Her clothes will need to be examined by Forensics. What?! Bobby... Bobby!

She hasn't said a word since Father Hart found her.

It's me - Richard. Come on, lads. Get her in the ambulance, please.

Bobby! Bobby...

It's all right, Bobby. You've always got me.

Bobby!

BELLS PEAL

It's the bride that's supposed to be late, Tommy.

..All right?

There's an important case we'd like to assign you to. Thank you, sir.

We'll brief the senior officer. Who

is that? Detective Inspector Lynley.

Lynley?!

Is that a problem, Sergeant? No...sir. No problem.

ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here, in the sight of God,

to join together this man...

DRIER FAILS TO START...THEN DOES

We'll be in the Plough if you want to join us. No, thanks. I've got plans.

She claims she's being excluded from all the good jobs.

She can't run to a tribunal if she's on a big case with a top officer.

Aren't you risking a clash between Havers and Lynley?

Lynley the Detective Inspector, or Lynley the Eighth Earl of Asherton?

Oxford golden boy. "Aristocratic ponce" was one of her phrases.

She may lose her rag, punch him and be out of the force with no comeback.

Excuse me, please. Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me! I'm so sorry.

Not many people could have done what you did today.

Well... I suppose there was always a hope, Helen.

You didn't really think she wouldn't go through with it? No.

Besides, what a waste of a speech. I spent hours on that.

I liked the joke about the garden gnome. Bob Fowler, custody sergeant.

Let's make a pact.

Let's come here again in ten years' time, raise a glass,

and you'll think, "Was that me?

"Did I really feel like that?"

Promise? Have I ever lied to you?

Inspector Lynley? Yes.

Havers. Sergeant Havers.

I'm here on police business. Not today, surely?

It must be urgent if they sent the sergeant. I'll wait back inside.

You CAN say no.

Make my excuses for me, will you? Tommy.

You can't just leave without saying goodbye.

You might as well know now so you can be rehearsing your objections.

I'm on a case with you.

You must have done something to upset the boss.

Maybe it's his idea of a joke.

Or he thought we'd make a good team.

You're not really leaving?

Work. Sorry.

We're off ourselves soon. Where?

I don't know, it's a surprise. Simon told me to pack my passport. ..Hello.

I'm Deborah...St James.

Oh, I am sorry. Er, Havers.

Barbara Havers. Running off, Tommy?

It must be important. Webberley knows... Yes, of course.

Thank you for everything. ..We're expected on the dance floor.

Right.

Where's your car, sir? Hmm?

Er, I didn't bring one. Have to go in yours.

You're not exactly dressed for it.

I'm sure you can let your standards slip for once.

An officer in the Yorkshire police has been suspended on allegations of corruption.

At the time, he and his team were beginning a murder investigation.

Where do we fit in? The Deputy Chief Constable hasn't gauged the problem,

so he wants an officer from another force to take over the murder case.

I'd like you to go. What are we looking at?

Did you read about William Tey?

He was decapitated.

Found by his 16-year-old daughter, who's hospitalised and traumatised.

Tey was killed last Saturday night in his barn.

Next day, a priest found the girl with her father and his dead dog.

Murder weapon? Axe. Wiped clean, no prints. Is the daughter a suspect?

Not in the view of local officers. They're still waiting for Forensics.

Anyone else in the household? No. Decapitation.

Traumatised teenager.

Localised police corruption.

A good result is important...

for all of us.

We'd better get going.

Can I have a word, Inspector?

Havers, go home and pack. I'll pick you up in an hour or two.

Yes, sir.

Yorkshire AND Sergeant Havers?

Hillier thinks you're the best man for the job. Then I'd better find the killer.

You've got nothing to prove, Lynley.

TURNS ENGINE OFF

POP MUSIC PLAYS

Finally decided - Greece.

Right.

We was torn. Turkey or Greece.

Mum... I've got to go to Yorkshire tonight. That's nice.

I'm gonna ask Mrs Stevens to come and stay. OK?

OK.

Er, Mrs Stevens?

..Er, Barbara Havers. Look, I've got to go away.

..Tonight. I'm sorry it's such short notice.

..Yeah. Well, I'll speak to Social Services first thing.

Mum, go to the toilet. ..I wouldn't ask, only it's an emergency. Please.

..Thank you. You have saved my life. Yeah.

OK, I'll leave the money in the usual place. ..OK. Thanks. Goodbye.

Mum, go to the toilet!

'Ladies and gentlemen, Lily Savage.'

LILY SAVAGE: 'Eugh, that rotten, stinking tune.

I hate it.

'I woke up this morning and that's all I could hear.

'I smashed me head on the sink to try and get rid of it.'

DOORBELL

I'm Inspector Lynley. I've come to pick up Sergeant Havers.

Er...is Barbara in?

Mum! I'll be out in a minute, sir.

Inspector Lynley and Sergeant Havers. That's fine, sir.

Looking at the SOCO footage, there were no signs of a struggle, no bruises to the body.

Let's assume the murder of William Tey was premeditated. So...

we're looking at people who knew him and had a motive for killing him.

Start with the closest - Roberta.

16 years old. Badly traumatised.

She wiped the axe clean, got rid of the weapon that killed the dog...

then sat here all night? I don't buy it. Overcome with guilt?

OK, but why kill the dog?

To silence it. Rubbish!

Sorry, sir. Carry on.

She wouldn't have to. It would only bark at an intruder.

True. But what if it realised she was hurting its master? Yeah, but the dog has got to have died first.

Tey's body was collapsed over it.

Now, Tey was in pyjamas. Roberta was fully clothed.

What about her dress? Very girlie for a 16-year-old.

She obviously wasn't into fashion.

Hardly the outfit for messing around the farm. Hot date?

Let's see what Forensics turns up.

How about this? Roberta gets up Sunday morning, dresses for church.

Can't find her father, comes in here, discovers the body.

Sounds right to me.

Yeah, me too.

According to the PM report, Tey's stomach was full...of chicken and mash plus barbiturates.

I wonder why the sleeping pills?

Times are hard for farmers. From the report, he'd only just taken them.

So, are you saying he sleepwalked to the barn? No, I don't think... That's a joke, Havers. Joke.

Havers!

What does this remind you of? All these photographs, and the candles?

A shrine?

Are you all right? Yeah.

Course.

Who do we think she is? Definitely not Roberta.

Young enough to be Tey's daughter.

DOOR CLOSES

Inspector Lynley investigating the William Tey murder. You are?

Richard Tey. William Tey was my uncle.

The cordon - how did you get in?

Side door. I've got a key. Copper out back was having a fag.

Turn out your pockets, sir. You're joking. Something we shouldn't see?

Is this when you plant the evidence?

I may arrest you for tampering with a crime scene. I wasn't. I warn you.

Enter again without permission, I'll get you locked up.

Who is she?

Why ask me?

Is there some reason you don't want us to know? What? No.

So, why withhold information? You haven't a clue... I won't ask again.

Who is she?

Tessa.

Roberta's mum, Tessa. Where is she now?

Nothing's been heard of her since she left, not that I know of. Have you worked on the farm long?

On and off since I was 16. Full-time for two years. You must be worried.

How d'you mean? If Roberta sells up, you'll be out of a job. She can't. Can't sell up? Why not?

Why not, Mr Tey?

It isn't hers to sell.

Whose is it? It's no secret. William told everyone.

He was leaving the farm to me.

Richard Tey, nephew of victim, main beneficiary, deceased's will.

Why'd you let him go? We should have questioned him. Wasted interview.

The case notes that Yorkshire have given us are incomplete. You're the senior officer.

Something else is missing from the report - any mention of a divorce between Tey and Roberta's mother.

Tessa walks out on Tey, abandons her young baby, and then he builds a shrine in her memory.

Obviously, the bloke was obsessed.

Some pathetic gits are like that. The whole thing falls apart and they can't let go. He loved and lost her.

It's his way of punishing himself.

I'll check the other rooms.

All romances.

Locked!

They may be racy, but they're hardly subversive.

Girl meets handsome man, falls for him.

After various misunderstandings, it seems he's not the cad she thought.

He takes her off into the sunset. Sounds pretty dangerous to me.

Look what I've found.

Who do we think she is? Tessa's sister?

Roberta's older sister? Tessa looks too young to have an older child.

Roberta doesn't appear to be the type to go in for night-lights.

Well, she went in for pot-pourri in a big way. Home-made, by the look of it.

I thought it was meant to IMPROVE the smell of the room.

Sir.

Whoever that girl is, she is the spitting image of Tessa.

Oh, I am sorry, sir, but that smell.

Worse than the stuff DI Macpherson slaps on when he wants to pull...

Quiet.

FAINT SCRATCHING

Oh, that is disgusting.

No mum. Lonely. Comfort eats.

Oh, I suppose I should go and introduce myself to the murder team.

Your Lordship. Sergeant Nies, I'd like to introduce you to Sergeant Havers.

DC Pilley. Should have told us what time you were coming, Tommy. We'd have rolled out t'red carpet(!)

Where are we? We were told to hold everything till you got here.

Forensics on the girl's clothing? Not through yet.

Have you canvassed house-to-house?

We opened the handbook at the page that says, "What to do in a murder."

There it was - "Take statements." We didn't wanna get it wrong(!) And?

We're chasing people who left the local caravan site at the weekend.

If Miss Piggy knows who did it, she's not saying. She's out of her box. What did you call her?

Usual nutters on the hot line. Apart from that - nothing.

Corruption charges don't encourage people to take us seriously.

We caught Richard Tey at the house. Uniform took a cigarette break. The guard should be 24 hours a day.

Resources are stretched. It's tricky since the guv'nor got suspended.

Any more skeletons in the cupboard? Sorry to disappoint you.

Do you know who this is? No.

It was in Roberta's room. Who wrote the report on the Tey family? I did.

It's incomplete. We're five men short on this job.

Don't throw accusations about. What's your solution, Nies? A fight in the car park?

No. What's happening to your boss is none of my business.

Raking up the past helps no-one.

You answer to me now, and I want the forensics on the dog and Roberta's clothing by tomorrow. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Introduce me to your senior officer. Pilley, take my sergeant for tea.

So how come you drew the short straw? How d'you mean? Lynley.

What's the brief? Here to polish His Lordship's polo stick? Sorry?

Well, now they've abolished the House of Lords, they'll all want to join.

They like uniforms and being spanked by nanny. That how you got the job?

What do you think? Look like you've got a strong wrist.

What the hell are you doing?

What's the matter - can't you take a flaming joke?

Don't think you're safe, you lippy cow. Lynley don't care who he drops in it. Ask Sergeant Nies.

D'you enjoy making me look stupid?

How exactly did I do that? You worked here.

Pretty vital information, I think. I had a right to know. Now you do.

I would have preferred hearing it from you. And why did you send me off with that tosser?

So that you would hear both sides. You and Nies were ready to kill each other. What the hell did you do?

There was a procedural irregularity. What is that in canteen speak?

You grassed up fellow officers...?

Well, no wonder we're getting no support from the local lads. Does Hillier know?

Of course. Then why did he send you?

Is this some kind of private joke?

What exactly did Nies do? The matter was resolved years ago.

What happened? Nies was busted down to sergeant, his Op-O left.

Left?

What, as in no income, no...no pension, life ruined?

Oh, and the Eighth Earl of Asherton made Detective Inspector.

Have you got a stately home and... and all the trimmings? Yes.

So being kicked out the Force wouldn't make much difference to you, then, would it?

If you find it impossible to work with me, Sergeant, I'll ask DCI Webberley to have you replaced.

No. Then I suggest we get on and solve it.

Yes, sir.

So, William usually attended Mass.

Did you go to the farm to see if he was all right?

I made a statement. We'd like to hear it from you. William, er, and Roberta, that's his daughter...

they never miss, er...

Very devout man, William.

Oh! Thank you. Thank you very much.

No, I don't smoke.

What happened when you arrived at the farm?

Well, it was strange - the front door wasn't locked.

Anything strange when you went in?

Yes.

What?

The candles were burnt down. Candles, during the day?

Votive candles. William never let them go out.

To die like that.

I shouted at God.

I said, "William was your devoted servant."

He was.

He was my dear and loyal friend.

We can't trust anything he says. He's going senile.

He's not senile, he's confused.

Have you had a lot of experience handling dementia, sir?

How about we go and get some fresh air?

Why did you try the barn? William was working on it.

Every spare minute he had. He wouldn't let anyone help.

What did you see when you went in?

I'm sorry, Father, but I have to ask this.

You open the door to the barn, you go in.

What's the first thing you see? Roberta.

Then what?

In front of Roberta?

Pyjamas. W-William in his pyjamas.

What about Roberta? What did she do?

Just sat there.

I said, "Roberta."

Nothing.

What was her relationship with her father like? She worshipped him.

He was devoted to her.

And while you were waiting for the ambulance and the police, did she say anything, make any noise at all?

No. Even when Richard arrived... nothing.

We...

It was decided that...

That she was taken to the local psychiatric hospital?

Her beloved daddy murdered... and we locked her away.

It's got a name. Not that it helps. It's called elective mutism.

Essentially, her mind is protecting her from the trauma. ..Roberta.

Roberta?

This is Inspector Lynley and Sergeant Havers.

They'd like to speak to you.

Do you mind if they speak to you?

..Well, you can try.

Hello, Roberta. My name's Thomas.

I can't begin to understand what a terrible time this must be for you.

I want to find who did this.

I need your help, Roberta.

I...I do understand you don't want to think about what happened.

But we can take our time.

Go as slowly as you like.

What do you say?

Well... we'll come back and see you soon.

And if you DO feel you want to talk to us, Dr Samuels knows where we are.

Um, I can manage. Thanks, sir.

Maybe you wouldn't mind taking these as well. Where are you going?

I won't be long. Write up today's notes. See if anything leaps out.

Deborah? Deborah!

Graveyards. What is it we're looking for?

Er...a little perspective?

To realise we're not alone in loss?

You were very close to William Tey. He was the son I could never have.

He said that.

He looked after the accounts, drew up the rotas. "You concentrate on the higher things, Father."

Did he discuss his problems with you? Oh, William had a lot to deal with.

Tessa leaving. Yes, Tessa.

It was very sad. But, Gillian...

Is that Gillian?

Yes. What happened to Gillian?

Oh, it was terrible.

What was, Father? She ran off.

I don't know, it was seven, eight years ago.

Poor William. I tried, but he... he wouldn't talk about it.

Couldn't even mention her name.

Gillian... She was an angel.

One of God's angels.

No. No, wait.

..All I'm asking for is 24-hour cover while I'm away.

..No, I don't want... Look, my parents don't wanna go to a home.

..Well, I keep trying to explain.

The present arrangements are only short-term. Yeah, yeah.

..I know that. I thought that's what I paid my taxes for.

Yeah, look, um...

We'll sort this out when I get back.

D'you want a light?

Thanks.

Would you like one? Oh, ta.

I'm Danny.

Barbara.

Oh, it's so quiet here.

It's giving me a headache. Where are you from? London.

Ezra used to live there. Promised he'd take me, do all the clubs.

He's really good-looking, isn't he?

Very nice. Yeah, I'd fancied him for ages but he weren't interested.

Then all of a sudden he notices me. I don't know, blokes, eh? Yeah.

D'you live near here? Yeah. I work at Keldale Hall, there. Part-time.

Yeah, most of me mates are at college now,

but I can't see the point of having a career if you want kids.

I think you ought to stay at home and look after 'em. Don't you reckon?

Maybe. I suppose I'd better be getting back.

Have you seen the shrine?

It were dead, right there. A year ago.

Newborn baby.

Whose was it?

Dunno. Travellers, I reckon. Who could dump a defenceless baby?

They could've left it at a hospital.

Me mum and dad and everyone told me to forget it. But how can I?

It were a tiny little thing. Dead.

Me and Ezra had been up here, mucking about.

And it had been lying there, fighting for its life.

What did you expect us to do - DNA the whole county?

Kids in youth hostels, tourists...

A day-old baby died of hypothermia. You got kids? What does that matter?

I've got two, and if I'd got hold of that woman... I would like to see the case files.

Shouldn't you concentrate on William Tey's murderer? I want to see the case papers. It'll get you nowhere.

I'm not surprised you're clutching at straws.

All those people willing Little Lord Fauntleroy to cock it up.

RINGS BELL

Sergeant Havers. You must be Inspector Lynley?

You have me at a disadvantage.

Stepha. Stepha Odell.

I hope you enjoy your stay. Thank you.

That's charming. Ezra Farmington, a local artist, painted it.

Do you know anything about the baby abandoned there? No. No-one does.

At least, no-one admits to knowing.

Thanks. Ah.

I only do bed and breakfast, but the village pub, the King's Head, does food.

Or for something special, there's Keldale Hall. Oh, I've heard of it.

A friend of mine has raved about the place for years.

Father Hart told me about Roberta's sister, Gillian.

He wasn't very certain about why she left.

Ask Richard about Gillian. They used to hang around together a lot.

Roberta seems to have put on a lot of weight.

Bobby went through a bad patch.

Richard heads off to make his fortune, then Gillian goes.

William tried to help, with diets.

Olivia suggested they go jogging. Olivia? Olivia Odell, his fiancee.

We...we weren't aware of a fiancee.

They'd only made the news public a few days before.

Odell? Is she a relation of yours? Sister-in-law. My brother Paul.

He died...of Huntington's disease.

I am sorry. Were you upset when you learnt that William and your sister-in-law intended to marry?

William treated Olivia really well. Almost too well. How do you mean?

Devotion isn't my thing.

She's a bit of a man's woman. Wouldn't you say so?

A dead baby. Tessa's disappearance, Gillian's.

Richard Tey's inheritance. William's engagement. So much information.

It's better than nothing to go on.

Not if we're running up blind alleys only to find we've lost the real killer. OK, let's prioritise.

Who is the most likely candidate?

Two women disappear from the same household.

Never to be seen again until they're found under the patio, you mean?

Maybe Richard Tey killed them. It's one way to ensure he gets the farm.

Then he polishes off William. Yeah, but why bother?

He knows he's gonna inherit the farm sooner or later. So he told us.

He omitted to mention William Tey had become engaged.

If Tey had married Olivia Odell, maybe the farm would've gone to her.

Ezra!

I got some... I got some draw.

We could go to your place, have a good time.

Yeah. Why not?

RAISED VOICES >

A CHILD CRIES

What do you want? Do you want me to be here the whole time?

It's my work. I know it's your work. It's not about that.

I've got the farm, what SHOULD I do?

Is that why you're not coming home?

I'm not coming home cos it's my job. The farm is what I do.

Do you want me to sit around all day?

We'd like to ask you more questions.

You caught us at our best. Straight to bed next.

In that case we'll try and be brief.

What was the row about? It isn't the best time for farmers.

My wife wants me to sell up, move back to the fens. She's got family there. But you don't?

All the time as a kid I played on t'land. I drove a tractor at nine.

You really loved the place? I really wanted that farm.

So why'd you go eight years ago? I wanted to be me own boss.

So your uncle hadn't intended to leave you the farm then? I don't know. He never mentioned it.

Was he gonna give it to Gillian? I doubt it.

Farming weren't her sort of thing. What happened to Gillian? She left.

Not long after you. You were close?

She was my cousin. Was?

Is. What about you and Roberta? Me and...? She wasn't always so fat.

You go away and she puts on stones.

Gillian and Roberta. They both had a bit of a crush on me, that's all.

Who'd blame them? I'm an amazing guy.

You must have been shocked to hear your uncle was gonna get married again? No. Good luck to him.

Be good for Roberta. Very generous. Even if you lost the farm?

You think he'd leave it to Olivia?

Only thing SHE knows about milk is it comes in bottles.

No, William said t'farm were mine.

Did anyone else hear this conversation? No.

He were my uncle. Somebody cut his head off. What do you think I am?

Get Nies to check Richard Tey's previous address.

Circulate pictures of Gillian - see if anyone ever saw her there.

I want a list of unidentified female corpses in the last eight years... Sir, that's Danny -

the girl from the abbey.

Fancy a drink?

What do you want this time? Oh, I can buy my own. I know you can.

Tonic water. Don't drink, don't smoke. Do you have any vices?

Yeah, course.

You're from London. We know. A tonic water and a pint of bitter, please.

Sir...

Hello, Danny. I'm Inspector Lynley. You know my sergeant.

Sergeant? You never said.

She told me about the dead baby in the abbey. That were in confidence.

In confidence? Did it seem like that to you? Not at all, sir. Danny was very keen to tell me. You asked.

You leave a baby to die, then tell a stranger? It weren't like that.

Maybe she feels guilty? Might explain why she was hanging around.

You mean she and Ezra knew about the baby and they still left it? Why would they do that?

Whatever you're saying, you're wrong.

You ran away because you thought you heard a ghost? Yeah.

Ezra hears a noise and runs? Is he a wimp? No.

Sounds it to me, sir. No, he ain't.

Nobody pushes him around. Ask anyone. Really? Whom?

William Tey. I'd love to, Danny. One problem - he's dead.

What happened between William Tey and Ezra? He's not a killer. I didn't mean that.

Better you tell us. We care about Ezra.

I'm sorry Tey's dead, but he could be a nasty old fart.

Why did Tey and Ezra fall out? William reckoned that Ezra were trespassing.

He paints there. William had no right to stop him.

Ezra could have hit William. What William did was terrible.

But he just stood there. He never touched him, I swear. What DID William do to Ezra?

William grabbed three of his precious watercolours, tore 'em up.

Ezra's beautiful paintings, all in shreds.

When we were at the farm, and saw Tessa's picture and the candles,

something really got to you. What was it?

Nothing. Learning to work with a new partner is always tricky.

What? You and I were hardly the most likely combination.

Is this a complaint about my work?

To be effective, things have to run smoothly between us. Like tonight.

Don't think I don't know I'm on trial here. You're not listening to me. I am not good at the chat, OK?

Analysing everything. I am a more "do and less talk" sort of person.

And I'm sorry. I just got wound up. I'm over it.

You're right.

It's been a long day.

Is it too late for a nightcap? No. What would you like? Whisky, please.

Will you join me? Why not?

"He reached out with his hand and touched her warm..." Don't.

I'm ashamed to say I'm addicted.

To? To romances, the "happy ever after" school of fiction.

When Paul was dying, I was getting through four of these a night.

Asterix, cover to cover, when my father was ill. Escape...

wherever you find it.

There were a lot of romances at the Teys'. I don't imagine William was much of a fan.

Gillian loved them. And Roberta was a closet reader.

Closet? She hid it from him?

Thought they'd remind him of her mum.

William always put a brave face on things, but he never really got over Tessa leaving like that.

What do we think Roberta was trying to escape from?

Everyone needs a little passion in their lives, even overweight teenagers.

Can I get you anything else?

No. No...thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Helen. Just wondered how you are.

Half asleep.

Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

It's OK. How are you?

Fine.

It's me. How are you really?

Truth? Dreadful.

There's this young girl locked away in a psychiatric hospital.

Her father's dead.

And my personal shit keeps getting in the way.

All I want is a clear mind so I can concentrate on this case.

It's hardly surprising, is it?

The woman you love's just married someone else, you're back in Yorkshire with the dreaded Nies.

And what's the third thing? There's always a third thing. Havers.

You know, for once the film is more exciting than the trailer. The woman is a minefield.

Well, there you are, then. Life can only improve.

It will get easier. Trust me.

Thank you.

I should stay off the whisky. Makes me maudlin.

I'll let you get back to sleep. You can ring me any time. You know that.

Then I'll call you tomorrow evening. Sweet dreams. Bye.

No, please.

Just leave me alone.

Talk to me. Why won't you talk to me?

Richard, open this door! Open the door.

Mum! He's not here.

< Mum, please.

You're lying! He's in there.

I know you're in there. I'm not leaving till you talk to me.

No trace of Tessa OR Gillian Tey. No credit card transactions.

No hospital records. They both completely disappeared. Tessa left most of her wardrobe.

Any police action? No, there were no suspicious circumstances. Oh!

I hate it when that happens. I'll have some.

PHONE RINGS

The Lodge.

Sorry, say that again.

Why are you hiding? Come out, you pathetic coward.

Auntie Stepha!

Everything will be all right. Liar.

You owe me. You owe him. Mrs Odell. I'm not going. I'm not leaving here.

Stupid woman's lying. He's in there, I know it.

I'm Inspector Lynley. Sergeant Havers. He called the police?

Look, I just wanted to talk to him. How about talking to us instead?

I...I don't normally...

We're here to help you.

See? Nine years old and she's out of control.

The tap in the bathroom dripped. I never asked him, he just fixed it.

He made me realise how much I needed someone.

Now he's dead.

If I could look Richard in the eyes, just see... See what?

You should have heard what he said.

Richard never could hold his drink.

He had the nerve to say to William if he reckoned he was such a great dad,

how come Roberta was eating herself to death? Imagine!

In the pub. William hated people knowing his business.

That's the only reason they went into the car park.

William was provoked. He'd never hit anyone. William hit Richard?

He was lucky he didn't hit him again. What a nerve.

Just because William was leaving him the farm didn't mean Richard could tell him how to run his life.

Were you and William engaged then?

No.

He asked me that night... after he'd taken me home.

Did William intend to change his will? Yes. He told me.

Wasn't he still married to Tessa? He was seeing a solicitor. About a divorce? Yeah.

Did Richard know William wanted to change his will? Richard's no fool.

Do you believe in evil?

Do you?

They found a baby at the abbey...

a year ago. Dead.

I think it was Roberta's.

I think Richard and... What makes you say that?

I, I caught them, embracing. He had Bobby really close.

And just before the poor thing was discovered, I...I remember her claiming to have a stomach bug.

Terrible cramps, she said. Did you tell William?

No. He'd had so much to cope with.

God, I wish I had.

I mean, if Richard could murder a poor, defenceless baby...

You have ruined my life.

We made an agreement, Ezra. Please.

Auntie Stepha!

I can't go on like this.

Sir?

It IS Deborah.

Sir? I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Sorry if I gave you a scare.

Let's get on to York. See the solicitor.

Mr Tey came in to discuss a new will a week before he died.

Who was to inherit the farm? No change there - his nephew, Richard.

You're sure? Of course.

He inserted a clause stipulating that Richard was to give Olivia the option of staying in the house.

Did Richard know of this change? Mr Tey said he'd informed him.

Didn't want his nephew worrying about losing the farm. Thank you.

William Tey never discussed divorce proceedings against his wife Tessa, did he? No, never.

At least, not with me. Thanks again.

Great work(!) We've just nuked our main suspect's motive.

Well, we learnt something else. Tey never did discuss divorce with his solicitor.

Despite telling Olivia that he had. Mmm. Or so she said.

Maybe she's not as helpless as she appears. Maybe that's what she wanted us to believe.

Older man left by younger woman. That can't be good for the ego.

His wife and his beloved daughter go and he makes no effort to trace them. That seems weird to me.

Tessa was the wrong person for him. He knew it had been a mistake.

He said as far as he was concerned, she was... What? Dead?

I didn't mean that. It's a figure of speech.

Have you spoken to Richard? William WAS grieving for Tessa. Grieving?

The shrine with the photos and candles. He loved her.

She was the mother of his children. Bit morbid -

the obsession with his missing wife. She isn't missing. Where is she?

Why are you doing this?

Tessa's nothing to do with Olivia.

Doing what, Mrs Odell? Don't treat me like an idiot. I know what you're implying. You think he killed Tessa.

Is that what you think? He killed Tessa then built the shrine cos he was full of guilt?

It's WILLIAM who's been murdered. Find HIS killer.

Milk returns. Animal feed. No personal correspondence. Nothing.

I'm not even sure what I'm looking for. Suppliers...vets.

Harry Houseman.

Sounds like a duff comedian. Pass me the phone book.

See if we can find out who this Harry Houseman is.

Sorry. This isn't a dick-waving competition.

You're just a small-time private detective. I'm on my lunch break.

Don't mess us around, Mr Houseman. You can't afford it. How come?

William Tey only paid you a deposit.

He's no longer in a position to pay your fee in full.

We have to find the murderer before his estate is settled. What did he ask you to do? Trace his wife.

Tessa? Yeah.

And? Found her.

You found Tessa Tey? Oh, yeah. William Tey's wife? Yeah. Alive?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

DOORBELL

Excuse me, are you Mrs Tessa...? You found him?

You found my husband? Yes. Oh, God. It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

Subtitles by Judith Russell BBC Scotland 2001

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