All language subtitles for The Inspector Lynley Mysteries.s03e01.In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner1

To the future. The future.

Do I say anything to Havers? No.
I'll deal with her tomorrow.

No! No!

Sir...?

Havers.

I'll be glad when this is over.

He has a high opinion of you.
He won't want to lose you.

You'll be fine.

Yeah.

Thanks for your support, sir.

Thank you.

It was registered to a Gerard Cole
three weeks ago.

Must have cost a bob or two.

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

Well done, Billy(!)
Uniformed's loss is our gain.

Demoted?!

I think I have made myself clear.

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

I had no choice. Neither had I.

You shot a fellow police officer

with a flare gun.

How can I condone...?
Saving a child's life?

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

I'm sorry, sir.

Does Inspector Lynley know of your
decision? He recommended it.

But he knows
what this job means to me.

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

Just one more chance...
I suggest you now go to the stores

where you will be issued
with a uniform.

Yes, sir.

Havers! Havers!

You knew, didn't you?

He discussed it with me.

He said you recommended it.

Look, Havers...

You could have at least warned me.

But you said it would be all right.

It will be all right.
This is a setback...

Sorry. It's Webberley. ..Yes, sir?

Right away, sir.

I'd better, um...

Young woman named Nicola Maiden.
Her father's a retired
superintendent from Manchester.

His wife
runs a country-house hotel.

They only had one child.

Just a bit older than my Jenny.

You said a double murder, sir.
Yes - the lad she was with.

Two kids out camping.

Anyway, North-West have requested
assistance from another source
to retain objectivity.

You'll be working with a DS Hanken,

currently acting-inspector
to cover a sick leave.

Right.

She's pretty devastated, sir.
Havers? She's lucky
I don't have her on traffic duty.

Can I ask you what you do have in
mind for her? The best thing for

her is to get out of the front line

and knuckle down
to some old-fashioned police work.

Sir!

They found this in the fire.

"Say no before it's too late."
I can read, Billy.

File it.

Hanken.

Yeah.

Inspector Lynley?

That's excellent.

Hello!

Derbyshire - a double murder.

How long for?!

Ask a stupid question! Derbyshire

is very beautiful this time of year.
Maybe you could take some days off.

I can't just drop everything.
You're not the only one with

an important job. All right, then.

Let's just have fun tonight.

I phoned the restaurant, cancelled
the reservations for tomorrow night

and made them for tonight.

There's a reason
we made it tomorrow.
I need to prepare for a meeting.

Let's do it when I get back.

So how did it go with Barbara?

As expected. She got demoted.

Webberley told her I recommended
it. You saved her career -
I hope you pointed that out to her.

Havers knows what I think of her
without spelling it out.

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

Since you have a lot of paperwork
to do, I may as well follow suit.

Get up to speed on the case.

DS Hanken, sir.

Can I just say what a great honour
it is to be working with a man
of your reputation? Thank you.

This is...? Billy Slaven.
Trainee detective constable.

He's a good lad. Keen.
Nice to meet you, Constable.

The campsite was ransacked.

But a valuable bike and money
were left behind.

We're ruling theft out as a motive.

Unless the killer wasn't after
money or a bike. Yeah. Obviously.

Anyway,
Nicola was ID'd by her father.

Cole, that's the other victim.

26. Artist or some such...

No family to speak of,
but he was ID'd by his landlady.

Didn't get much out of her.
A bit barking.

Anyway, sir, we'd really value
your expertise on this one.

Very tricky.

The bodies laid out all night in
t'rain, so not much forensic and
no murder weapon, no witnesses.

But I did find this at the site.

"Say no before it's too late."
It's clearly meant for Nicola.

Do you think we're looking
for more than one killer? No.

The pathologist is ready for you.

This way, sir. Thank you.

Billy! >

Depressed fractures to the skull
consistent with blunt trauma.

Repeated blows - a frenzied attack?

Have you any idea if the assailant
was male or female?

The intensity of the blows,
I'd be inclined to say male, but
it doesn't rule out a strong female.

We found debris in the overlying
laceration, traces of mineral
consistent with stones in the area.

We're waiting for the lab report,
but I think you're looking
for a chunk of sharp-edged rock.

An abundance to choose from
up there, sir.

And similar fragments on the female.

And traces
of the male's blood and bone.

So it was the same weapon and,
most likely, the same person.

You think he was killed first
and she was running away? Yeah.
Any sign of sexual attack?

No sexual injuries.

But see this?

She was pregnant. Very recently.

I've examined her uterus and there
are no products of conception.

Miscarriage?

Either that or a termination.

Mrs Maiden?

Yes. I'm sorry, we're...

Oh, you must be Inspector Lynley.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. I expect you'd like to

speak to my husband. He's upstairs.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Andy...

Inspector Lynley's here.

Good.

Good. Andy Maiden.
I'm so sorry, Mr Maiden.

Andy. And thank you. I know it's
not easy. Worst part of the job.

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

So...this must be Nicola's room?

She didn't live here.
Just the odd weekend. She...
She had a flat at the university.

We don't have much to go on.

This isn't going to be easy for you,
but I need as complete a picture
as I can about your daughter.

Of course.

Did she have any problems that you
know about, anything troubling her?

Nicola only worried about
two things - exams and the dentist.

We found the remains of a letter.
All we could make out was,
"Say no before it's too late".

Does that mean anything to you? No.

Did Nicola have a boyfriend?

Yes. Julian Britton.

< Really?

Oh. The name of the other victim
was Gerard Cole.

Did you know him?

Look. I've been over all this.

Nicola had lots of friends,
Inspector, male and female.

She was a very popular girl.

Wouldn't Julian have had a problem
with her camping with another man?

No. Julian's a lovely boy.
He was crazy about Nicola.

Besides,
I know who killed my daughter.

Andy, you don't.
Someone who wanted to get at me.

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

If they're not doing degrees or
running their empire behind bars,

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

Do you have anyone specific in mind?

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

And I kept my diaries. We'll
definitely pursue it. Thank you.

But you know you cannot be actively
involved in the investigation?

Am I supposed to stand here
and do nothing?

My daughter's been murdered.
Do you know what that feels like?

I should get going.
Got to check in at the B&B. Hold on.

I thought you were staying here.

I don't think it would be
appropriate. It's all right. I
spoke to Superintendent Webberley.

He's willing to allow it, under the
circumstances. I really... That's
settled. Nan's made up your room.

Hello, darling. It's me. Just to say
there's been a change of plan here.

I'm staying at Maiden Hall, which
belongs to the parents of one of

the victims. I'll call when I can.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
Oh, thank you.

And I'm sorry
if Andy came on a bit strong.
It's just...Nicola was his world.

Mrs Maiden...

Nan. Er...

were you aware that Nicola
had recently lost a baby?

She had a termination. Please don't
tell Andy. It'd break his heart.

If it becomes relevant to the
investigation, I'm sure he'll find
out. Yes, but for now. Please.

He could see no wrong in her.

Dinner is at seven. By the way,
did Nicola have a mobile phone?

We didn't find one.

Yes. I have the number somewhere.

Your husband seems convinced
that the motive
is revenge against himself.

Andy needs to be busy.

Be a detective.

Let him contribute something,
please? Of course I will.

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

'Revenge against Andy Maiden?'
Yes, sir.

He had a long career. Record number
or convictions. I need an officer
solely to research his files.

But surely there's someone
up there who could do it?

We're pretty stretched up here, sir.
Could you spare Havers?

Havers
is currently on her last warning.
I'm well aware of that, sir. But...

As you said,
she needs to knuckle down
to some old-fashioned police work.

Well, I don't want her
gadding off to Manchester,
thinking she's in the clear.

She won't do that when she
sees what I've got lined up for her.

Well, I don't know.
I'll keep her on a tight rein.

You'd better.
Because if she messes up...

I'll take full responsibility, sir.

Can you have it serviced, please?
Don't waste police time!

Sir.

Manchester?

Yeah. I can be on the next train.

Jolly good, and you can leave
that uniform at home.

Mr Britton?

Yes? I'm Inspector Lynley.

I take it you're here because
of the murder of that little tart.

I'm suddenly supposed to start
liking her because she's dead?

Julian's round the back.

Thank you.

Here.

I said I didn't want anything.

It was upsetting for me too.
You hated Nicola.

I'd never have wished that on her.

I know you're upset, but it'll
be OK. You don't know anything.

Julian Britton?

Yes? Inspector Lynley.

I'm in charge of the investigation
into Nicola's murder. I'm
Samantha Blair. I found the body.

Yes. I've read your statement.

Thank you. Samantha's my cousin.
Second cousin.

Can we have a word, please?
In private.

Did you know Gerard Cole? No.

Wasn't it unusual
she went camping with another man?

Your point being? Did you suspect

she was seeing someone else?
She wasn't. Nicola loved me.

We were speaking about getting
married. You were engaged?

Not exactly. She said
she wanted time to think about it.

She said she loved me, but she
didn't feel she fitted in with my
family. Meaning my father. Why?

He hated her on sight.
Any reason you can think of?

Do drunks need reasons? Did you
tell him you wanted to marry her?

We had a fight about me
bringing her into his house,
and, em, I told him.

Come on! You're not suggesting...

The man's blind drunk by ten
every night. Can you think of

anyone who would want to harm her?

No. Or write a threatening letter?
A threatening letter?
We found the remains of a letter.

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

I know nothing about that.
Did you know she was pregnant? Yes.

Could the baby have been yours?

Of course it was mine.

Is that why you asked her
to marry you? I loved her.

I wanted the baby.

SHE didn't. She had an abortion.

Did you know?

No, I didn't. Are you
absolutely sure the baby was yours?

Is this relevant, Inspector?

At this stage,
everything's relevant.

I need to ask where you
were the night before last.

I was here.

Daisy was dropping a litter.

Can anyone verify that? I can.
I was with him. I live here.

Me and Jules
are renovating the house.

Identifying a body
at my time of life.

It's been such a shock.

How long did Cole live here?
Oh, about three years.

The idea of him
lying out there all night.

Who would do such a thing?

That's what we're trying to find

out, so if we could see his room.

I'll take you up.
Just the keys will be fine.

Wow!

Look at this bad boy.

Concentrate, Billy.

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

What are we looking for, exactly?

A connection
between Cole and Nicola Maiden.

Argh... What?!

Don't get paid enough for this!

Some of these are quite good, sir.

Guy got his head bashed in.
It wasn't for two-bit sketches
any street artist could do.

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

Give me strength.

What do you think Cole and Nicola
Maiden were doing in that tent? Not

singing "Ging-gang-gooly-gooly"!

Sir...

Bingo! Now, let's get out of here
before we catch something.

So will you give up teaching
to concentrate on your writing?

Teaching's still really
important to me. The students give
me more than I can give them.

So, I've no plans to give up.

Grey Dawn is your first novel
and has been described as,

"a compelling testimony
to love and personal honesty."

Is it in any way autobiographical?

All writers
draw on their own life experiences.

Often in oblique ways...

Sorry, I've dried, sorry.

Excuse me. Inspector Lynley. I'm
here to talk about Nicola Maiden.

Oh, yes, of course.

If you could excuse us.

Sorry to interrupt. I tried
your office. No need to apologise.

I lecture to 500 students at
a time without batting an eyelid.

Stick a camera in front of me
and I'm a nervous wreck.
My hands are sweating.

It's dreadful news about Nicola,
Inspector. We're all devastated.

I understand you were her tutor.
Until a couple of months ago.

She dropped out.

Really? Her parents were under
the impression she was still here.
This isn't like school, Inspector.

We don't have parents' nights
and progress reports. Did she give
any reason? Not really.

She wasn't handing in assignments.
Her attendance was getting worse.

I offered her extra tutorials,
hoping she would find a way back.

But her mind was on other things.

Was she in some kind of trouble?
Oh, quite the opposite.

She was from a good home.
No financial worries.

I've got students
working two and three jobs
to see themselves through uni.

Sometimes it's the ones that
get it easy that give up first.

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

Did you know Gerard Cole?

The name's familiar. Is he
a student here? The other victim.

That's where I've seen his name.

I read it in the paper.
No, he wasn't one of ours.

I really must get back. Good luck.

Found this in Cole's flat, sir.

Obviously they were lovers.

My guess is
boyfriend finds out, tails her,
finds them together, goes berserk.

Maybe, or maybe he planned it.

He claims the baby was his
and he wanted to get married to her,
but she turned him down

and then had the abortion
against his will. That's it, sir.

It's the classic crime passionelle,
as the French would say.

You need to excuse him, sir.
He reads a lot.

Oh, Havers...

This is DS Hanken and DC Slaven.
This is DC Havers from London.

I requested her presence.

Oh, right.

Also Nicola Maiden. I went to her

flat, but she's pulled out. So I'm
chasing up the forwarding address.

Has anyone been to the uni? Yes.

I have. I've spoken to her tutor.

Apparently she dropped out. Why?
He didn't really know why.

I bet her friends will know.
I'll go chat to some of them...

No, Havers. I've got something
very particular lined up for you.

OK.

Tell me this is a wind-up!
Andy Maiden thinks the killing may
be payback from someone he put away.

There's one more here.

Crime reports. Witness statements.

Scene-of-crime details
and documentary evidence.

I don't buy it.
You're telling me a hardened
criminal turns up and improvises?

The killer wants to make it
look like an amateur.
The killer IS an amateur.

The campsite was a complete mess. A
pro would have covered his tracks,

hidden the fact he was looking for

something. You should make a start.

Why are you all assuming
Nicola was the target?

He was killed first
and she was running away.

Why don't you let me check on him?

Your job's in here.
A rookie could do this. Havers!

Why did you get me up here?

Maybe to keep an eye on you.

Besides...

Yes, sir?

Where else would I get
an experienced sergeant

to work for a constable's salary?

You're a good detective. Get this
right and it could be a big step

towards your reinstatement.

You knew? Nicola and I
fought bitterly about it.

I begged her not to give up her
education, but it was no use.
Why didn't you say something?

I was hoping that she would
come to her senses and go back.

Then Andy would never find out.

Why didn't you tell ME?
I understand that you want to
protect the memory of your daughter.

The habit of a lifetime,
Inspector - keeping difficult,
unpleasant things to myself.

All marriages have their own way

of working. This worked for us.

Nicola's mobile number.
I meant to give it to you earlier.

Thank you.

Is there something else, Nan?

Anything?

We had a huge row
just before she died.

I said some terrible things.

In the end,
we weren't even speaking.

How am I going to live with that,
Inspector? I'm sorry...

You'll have to excuse me.

Ah, there you are.

I've not got very far.

For every one I put away,
ten more slipped through the net.

I've got a very good officer
doing this back at the station.
I did 20 years in Vice.

Going undercover, mixing with
the sickest minds in the country.

I've seen things...

These days, they offer you
a session with the psychologist
after every encounter.

But not back then.

My family were my therapy.

My life-support system.

Some nights, I'd come home with
the smell of a brothel still on me.

And just watch her sleeping.

Maybe you shouldn't be thinking
about this all the time.

Well, what else can I do?

Talk to Nan.

I should have a list of names
for you soon.

Sir, can I ask you a question?

Go on. Well, what do you think
about Havers joining us?

Who am I to question
the great Inspector Lynley?

I've no idea why he's bringing
people in from outside. A case

like this, it's local knowledge...

Just, er, stretching my legs.

DS Hanken...

Yeah, put them through.
Where's this lot from?

The campsite. They found that on

Gerard Cole. Wasn't he an artist?

Er, yeah, that's right, yeah.
So why's he got a student pass?

It's not even his. Tony Easton.

Really? Anyone looked into this?

What's going on? This should be
followed up. It was found on
Gerard Cole. Cole's not a priority.

Certainly not for you.

I am part of this team,
in case you hadn't noticed.

You're right. And I have got
a very important job for you.

Get us a cup of tea.
There's a good girl.

What? Is it my accent or your ears?

Count the stripes. Me sergeant,
you plod. Tea. Two sugars. No milk.

If you think...
It's all right. I'll get the teas.

Sergeant?
Yes, sir?

Can I have a word, please? Sir.

How do you take your tea?
Have you got a car, Billy?

Spoke to the letting agency.

The rent's £975 a month.
She had a flatmate.

Hello...

And she had to have an
employer's reference. A Mr Reeve.
PR firm in the city centre.

Come on.

You sure we should be doing this?

I'm about 100% sure we shouldn't.

We won't be long?
Me mam's got the tea on.

Have you read this?

It's really good. Tony Easton
was in the English Department.

But he didn't complete his studies.
His tutor was Dr Webster. What?

Gavin Webster? That's right. Cool!

Thank you.

What now?

Inspector Lynley
come to see Mr Reeve.

Martin Reeve. How can I help you?
Could we come into your office?

Sorry. Got the decorators in.
Can't swing a cat.

I understand Nicola Maiden
worked for you. Yeah. Poor girl.

Terrible shame.

We're all shocked. Tell you what,
we'll go across the road.

Thank you.

Thanks. And there's the wine.

Thanks, Suzie.

You've written "employee".
That should be "ex-employee".

She didn't last long. Did you fire

her? She left. When was this?

About a month or so ago.

Any reason? Left to move on,
that's what she told me.

Got herself some posh boyfriend

with a crumbling ancestral pile.

She moved into a flat
with a Vi Nevin.

Doesn't ring any bells. Do you
know if she went to another job?

I couldn't say.

What did she do for you exactly?

Usual PR stuff.
Dealing with clients and the like.

Did she have any qualifications
in public relations?

All I know is she was a clever
girl. She learnt the job fast.

I was sorry to see her go.

Lovely girl.

What did you pay her?
The going rate. Which is?

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

She must've been on at least 25K.
Not bad for a girl that age.

Very good. Doesn't explain
how she could afford her flat.

Wonder what she's been living off.
Her looks probably.

Pretty girl like that just
has to bat her eyelids, some rich
sod will foot the bill. Women, eh?

Don't you just love 'em?

Mrs Webster? Yes. Er, CID.

Is your husband at home?
Yes, we're in the kitchen.

The police want to speak to you
again. Hello. I'm DC Barbara Havers
and this is DC Slaven.

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

I've read your book and think it's
excellent. The story was just...

excellent... And the ending, eh...

..excellent.

Thank you. Perhaps Constable Slaven
would like a signed copy?

Oh, that would be cracking.
Why, it's a pleasure.

Can I get you anything? No, thanks.

I see you're selling.
Are you moving far away?

Well, no. We love this place,
but we could use something bigger.

Is this about that poor student?
If you could make it out to Billy.

Actually, I wanted to ask about
another student. Tony Easton.

I understand you were his tutor.

Are you still in touch?

Tony's dead.

Oh?

Er, it was
nearly two years ago.

Just before his finals.

He'd have got a first. No question.

Gavin took it very hard.
He was very attached to Tony.

I suppose it's all right
to tell you.

He came out to his parents in his
first year and they disowned him.

Withdrew all financial support.

He had a really tough time. Typical
Gavin. He took him under his wing.

No, not really. I did
what any decent tutor would do.

I encouraged him to keep going.

How did he die? A diabetic coma.

He probably didn't take
enough care of himself.

His poor parents. If they'd
supported him, he'd still be here.

Yes, well, don't you think they
must torture themselves with that?

They might have made it up with him
and been proud of their son.

But now
they'll never get that chance.
They don't deserve that chance!

As I say, Gavin took it very hard.

He worried that there was more
he could have done. Mum!

MUM!

Excuse me.

Roddy, I'm coming.

Look, em, can I ask what
this is in connection with?

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

What has that to do with Tony?

They found his ID
in Cole's wallet.

Would you have any idea why he

might have had it? Students fake up
these ID cards all the time.

A ten-minute job on the computer.

Chances are this...

Gerard Cole...found the name
of a dead person and just...

just stole his identity.

SWITCHES OFF CLASSICAL MUSIC

Come on, Dad.

Julian... Julian? Is that you?
Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Leave me.

I'm just trying to help you.

Trying to help.

That's what I was trying to do.

Trying to help you.

What did you just say?

Good boy, good boy.

Go away, Sam.

Forget her, Julian.

She was battered to death.

She didn't want you.
She got rid of your baby.

Who told you that?

I heard the policeman tell you.

Julian... Why did you lie to him?

To help you.

You think I need your help?

I need you to cover for me?

I think...you've been under
a lot of strain lately.

What with this place. And your dad.

But she tipped you over the edge.
She didn't give THAT
for your feelings.

Didn't realise
what a wonderful person you are.

But sometimes, Julian, people don't
see what's right under their noses.

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything.

It must have been a terrible shock
for you.

Oh, do you think he suffered?
No, no. It would have been

very quick.

I'll put the kettle on.

Right, better put these on.

This is really exciting.
With Hanken, it was in and out.
Fast as he could.

Wham-bam, thank you, ma'am!

This must've set him back a bit.

But no computer. What for?

Making ID cards. I don't buy that.
The ID didn't even have
Gerry Cole's photo on it.

What use is that?

Remind me again why we're doing
this. Because Hanken isn't.

"Claudette - wild and wet".
"Frolics with Francine".

"Lesbian Lovers".

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

Yeah...

April 1985.

Lunch?

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

OK. Bye.

Where were you when I called? In
my office. I was in your office.

OK, I was doing what Hanken should
be doing. Checking out Gerry Cole.

I found these in his flat.

Give me one good reason... I'm not
convinced Nicola was the main
target. Cole was killed first...

One good reason why I shouldn't
report you straight to Webberley.

Yes, Superintendent. ..No, sir.
We have no definite leads
at the moment.

Our main line of enquiry is
still revenge on Andy Maiden...

Havers? What can I say?

She's been given the opportunity
to show that she can obey orders,

and...

well, she seems to be
knuckling down to it, sir.

From the phone company, sir.

A list of all calls to and from
Nicola Maiden's mobile in the last
three months. Thank you, Billy.

Here, keep the change. Excuse me -
I'm looking for Vi Nevin? Yeah,

I'm Vi. Did Nicola send you?

You don't know about Nicola?

What?

I'm Inspector Lynley.
Can we go inside, please?

Don't tell me you've
actually found something!

I'd rather run it past Inspector
Lynley. It might be nothing.
I'll decide if it's nothing.

Are you in the same
line of work as Nicola?

To be able to afford a place
like this...

Oh, I've had men like you.

Hoity-toity.

Marbles in the mouth.

Got this client. A barrister.

Likes me in school uniform, so
he can rough me up... Vi, please.

I just want to ask you about Nicola.

What kind of trouble was she in?

Nicola could handle herself, OK?

Apparently not.

I'm sorry.

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

So, em, am I in trouble?

Not from me.

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

Especially now
that you're on your own.

If you'll let me, I'll talk to
someone I know who can help you.
I used to wish I had Nicola's life.

She was beautiful.

Clever.

Her parents loved her. She had a
boyfriend that was crazy about her.

Did you ever envy her at all?

What does that mean?
She looked out for me.

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

You were working for Martin Reeve?

Both of you? Yeah. That's how

we met - at his escort agency.

Why did you leave?

He was taking 60%.

So you decided
to set up in competition?

It was Nicola's idea.

How did Reeve feel about that?
What do you think?

Someone sent Nicola a letter
telling her to say no
before it was too late.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

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

Tell me, why would a girl
like Nicola, who had so much going
for her...

Why would she become a prostitute?

Oh, I don't know.

Kicks? Easy money?

Was she interested in money?

She loved money.

She had plans. Big plans.

About what?

I don't know exactly.

She was the clever one.

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

Yeah.

It's in Nicola's room.

Here.

You're not allowed to touch that.

Nicola loved this old thing.

Slept with it every night.

I'm gonna keep it.

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

Lynley.

I've got a breakthrough, sir.

Andy Maiden smashed
a vice ring in 1986.

Martin Reeve
was in it up to his neck.

Reeve owned a brothel that
burnt down. Two prostitutes died.

Reeve sang like a bird to Andy.

Grassed up his sidekicks.

Maiden had him put away
for 10 years.

The prison services say that when

Reeves was inside, he had a hellish
time. Nobody likes a grass.

So obviously,
that's quite a grudge to carry.

Interesting. Good work.

That's not all, sir. Done some more
digging. Turns out that when Reeve

was inside his wife divorced him,

emigrated to America and took
their only kid. A daughter.

You mean, he blamed Maiden because
he lost his daughter, so he tried

to make him suffer the same way?

Give that boy a lollipop!

And we now know
that Nicola set up in competition,
so he would want to punish her.

Motives, eh? First you have none,

then three come along all at once.

Look, Constable...

You did well spotting
a cross-reference, but leave
the rest to the big boys, yeah?

I say we bring him in.
Lean on him hard.

Reeve is a distinct possibility, but
now we have a new line of enquiry,

knowing Nicola's background
as a prostitute.

Billy, I want you to go through her
clients, set up some interviews.

We'll go and see Reeve again.

What would you like me to do, sir?

Keep looking at the files. Sir...
What we've got so far
is purely circumstantial.

How did you get in? You must

give me the name of your decorators.
They're very fast, aren't they?

So, this is a knocking shop?

An escort agency. You led us to

believe it was a PR firm. So it is -

Private Relations.

I can't help your lazy assumptions.

Don't get lippy with us. We know

all about you. I want it on the
record that I've been co-operating.

Do you remember a Superintendent
Andy Maiden? No. Should I?

Oh, come on. He's only the guy that
got you put away. What if he was?

Isn't it ironic that his daughter
should end up working for you?

And how ironic that she should
end up doing the dirty on you. And
ended up dead. How ironic's that?

How ironic that I don't give a toss.

So, Nicola took Vi Nevin, plus
their clients and all their income.

And you spot a chance
for double revenge.

What are you accusing me of?

Where were you on the night of
the 30th between eight and ten?
I spent the night with Tania.

One of me girls. Any witnesses?

I don't like being watched
on the job. Do you?

We'll want to talk with your Tania.

She doesn't kiss and tell.

I want a list of your clients and
everyone that's worked for you.

Book-keeping's not a strength...

Right, just one more
smart-alec comment out of you...

Be my guest.

Who is it? It's me. Barbara...

Come in, dear. I'm sorry - the front

door was open. It's all right.

It doesn't seem right, does it? But
I had to get ready for a new tenant.

What am I going to do
with all Gerry's things?

His clothes,
and all these drawings...?

Did you know Tony Easton?

Good lord, yes.
He was a tenant of mine.

He lived here with Gerry.

They were always broke,
the pair of them.

Yet the hi-fi seems pretty new
and he had a brand-new bike.

Did Gerry just come
into some money? Well, things were
beginning to pick up for him.

He said Tony was looking
after him from beyond the grave.

Mind, I never thought Gerry
was a believer.

Earlier, we found a...a pile
of prostitutes cards.

Oh, I know.
He was always bringing them home.

Had them up here for hours on end.

They were models for his artwork.

I'm not silly.

Gerry wasn't interested in girls.

Not like that, anyway.

Tony and he... Oh, a lovely couple.

Well, at least
they're together again now.

That's a great comfort to me.

I had my suspicions.

Something about her. Something...

knowing.

A hardness.

The last time I saw her...

the time we had that terrible
fight, I'd answered her phone.

It was in her bag.

It was a man.

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

Anyhow,
I found money there as well.

Over £500.

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

Inspector, does my husband
have to know about this?

Perhaps you should be
the one to tell him.

I can't.

Our marriage was about Andy's job.

He needed a haven, a wife,

but really I...
I could have been anyone.

Are you married, Inspector?

Yes.

Do you talk to your wife?

I call her every night
when I'm away.

Oh.

Do you know where I'd find Andy?

Martin Reeve.

Do you remember the case?
I remember every case.

He ran a brothel.

Still does.

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

Nicola worked for Reeve.

No, you've made a mistake!

She was a student
at the university. She dropped out
and went to work for him. No.

Until a few weeks ago, when she
moved in with Vi Nevin and then
they worked by themselves. No.

I'm sorry. This is outrageous. I'm
sorry. Andy, I wouldn't tell you
this if there was any doubt at all.

This is my daughter
you're talking about. My Nicola.

I'm so sorry.

This puts Reeve firmly
in the frame, you know.

He's got the motive, flimsy alibi...

He didn't do it. Why would he?

You did put him away for ten years.
While he was inside, he lost his
daughter. He might blame you.

He turned my Nicola
into a slab of meat.

To be pawed over by strangers,

cheating on their wives, acting
out their depraved fantasies.

He'd had his revenge.

Let's go back to the house.

Nan is as upset as you are.

Oh, for God's sake! You never told

her surely! Well, she knew already.

At least, she suspected. What?
And she never said anything?!

I'll never forgive her. Never!

Don't be angry with Nan. She knew
what Nicola was and still loved her.

It was my fault, wasn't it?

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

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

And so she kicked back at me.

Don't blame yourself.

You did what any parent would do.

Have you got children?

Talk to her.
I can't. I can't face her.

You need each other now. I'm sorry.

He's in a dreadful state.

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

I'm making lamb casserole
for dinner. Actually, Nan,

I won't be staying any longer.

I'm moving into a hotel
nearer the station.

It's, um... It's more convenient.

You do understand?

Yes. Of course.

Lynley. DS Hanken told me to look

through Reeve's client list, sir.

And, er...well, I
checked it against Nicola Maiden's
and I think I've found something.

Nicola took all her clients
with her. Except one. Well done.

You could have told me that
Nicola was a prostitute. I did.

I told you she was a tart.
And you were one of her clients.

How did it feel when your son
brought her home? I thought
we'd get a family discount(!)

How do you think I felt?

I want a sample of your handwriting.

Why?

Letter to Nicola -
"say no before it's too late".

Ah... You've finally figured out

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

Why don't you go and find the
killer? Where were you on Monday
night? Oh, please, Inspector...

I love my son. Enough not to want
him to marry a whore, but not
enough to risk my liberty for him.

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

Are you sure
you didn't know Gerard Cole?

I never met him. I knew Nicola

posed for him and I didn't like it.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

It was Vi Nevin, wasn't it?

She got her into this.

After all Nicola did for her, this
is how she repays her. Gets her
on the game. Filthy junkie whore!

You haven't answered my question. I
didn't want to talk about it, OK?

No... It's not OK.

This is a murder investigation.
What else have you been hiding?

This is harassment, Inspector.

You know nothing about harassment.

I've been in this game long enough
to know that when people don't
co-operate, they're hiding something.

Thanks.

Are you checking up on me?

I'm checking in.

Oh, great. Nice to see you, too,

Havers. Do you fancy a drink?

Well done on the Reeve front.
Amazing what you can do
when you toe the line.

You think Reeve did it, then, sir?

Certainly had the motive.

I just keep getting half-truths
everywhere I turn.

This boyfriend, Julian -

he's young, strong,
has a temper on him. OK,
but what could he be looking for?

Well, I don't know. Hanken... Eugh.

I know! He's the sergeant -
I'm the constable.

He's the local - I'm the blow-in.
He's the man - I'm the woman.

Are you accusing me of sexism?

Thanks.

Sir, would you let me
talk to Vi Nevin?

No. I've spoken to her. But she
may be able to tell us more.

I mean...she might relate to me.

I said no, Havers.

Women talk to women.

And she's vulnerable right now.
She must be frightened.
Course she's frightened!

I think Nicola was, too. Of what,

exactly? I don't know "exactly".

The life she led - streetwise
call-girl, hard as nails -

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

Vi may be able to tell us more,

but I'LL go and see her tomorrow.

Oh, no. What's Dick Tracy doing
here? Dinner was his suggestion.

Why don't you join us?
A bit of PR wouldn't go amiss. I'll
pass. No, he's all yours. Enjoy.

This is an absolute pleasure, sir.
There's nothing like
unwinding with a colleague.

What's going on?

I thought we'd have a nice meal,

just the two of us.

Your dad's passed out.

He knew about Nicola.

What about her?
That she was a prostitute.

Explains why he hated her so much.
I heard him telling that policeman.

You're always lurking, aren't you?

Listening in. Picking up titbits.

Just looking out for you, Jules.

Here.

You and me. We should be
looking out for each other.

Here's to...the living!

Nicola's dead, Jules.

But I'm here for you.

I can help you forget her.

You make me sick.

Oh, come on!
At least with me you know
your dad never got there first!

Andy...

Andy!

Come on up.

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

Miss Nevin!

Vi?

Reeve's your man.

I'd stake me career on it.

I still say bring him in.

Give me a shot at him. I'll crack
him. No. Green tea? What?
You don't think I've got it in me?

I don't think it's a wise move -
letting him see our hand.

With no evidence, we may have to wait
till he trips up. Or kills again.

Excuse me. That'll be my wife.

Hi, darl... Oh, hello.
I'm at Vi Nevin's flat.

You better get over here, sir.

Oh, Andy...

I just wanted to talk to her.

I thought that she might...open up

to me. I specifically asked you not
to come. We're missing something.

Something to do with Gerry Cole.

I wanted to ask her about him. I

think we should look... Stop there.

You are now officially off this case.

But, sir... A woman is dead there.

This is neither the time nor
the place for this conversation.

Give your witness statement to an
officer, then tomorrow you head back
to London and report to Webberley.

Sir. Yes, Billy?

I found this, sir.

Have it analysed. Breakthrough, sir.

Neighbours report seeing a man
running to a black BMW. Y-reg.

Reeve.

Bring him in.

Yes! I knew I was right!

Tell us why you were in Vi Nevin's
flat tonight. I wasn't there.

We found a bag of heroin there
with your fingerprints all over it.

So? I gave it to her ages ago.

A man matching your description
was seen running to his car,
a car very much like yours.

It's a coincidence. Must be.

We've got eye witnesses.
We can organize a line-up...

All right.

I was there. I knew it.

Go on, Mr Reeve. I went to see her.

Took her a little present
just to ease the way.
Good-quality gear it was, too.

Now, I am co-operating again.

I don't care about
your co-operation.

Was that the only reason you went?

Maybe it was a bit of
a friendly warning.

I got a good business, and suddenly
I got you lot on me back.

I knew you'd be talking to her and I
wanted to... Shut her up? No. Slip
of a girl. Wouldn't stand a chance.

She was fine when I left her.

So why didn't you tell us that
before then? Why do you think? Cos
you killed her. Why would I?

She was a good little earner.
She'd have been back.

Do you know how much clients will

pay for someone who looks 11 years
old? What use is she to me dead?

Not that I don't have some kinky
customers, but she'd pretty soon
pass her sell-by date, eh?

You're sick!

I'm charging you with mur... Excuse
me, Sergeant. Can we have a word?

I'm in the middle of an interview.
Charge him with living off immoral

earnings, or supplying heroin...

Throw in attempting
to pervert the course of justice.
But not murder.

His fingerprints don't match those
on the murder weapon. Well, if he

didn't do it, who the hell did?

Sir, there's someone to see you.

Samantha?

Who did this to you?

He did. Julian Britton.

What happened?

I'm sorry, Inspector.

You remember I told you I was with
him the night Nicola was killed?

Well, I lied.

I know that. Why? He made me do it.

But I felt really bad about it.

I told him I was going to tell you
the truth and he went crazy and
started kicking and punching me.

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

I thought he was going to kill me.

But I got away.

Take her to the police surgeon
straight away.

All done, sir.
There's nobody downstairs.

Sir!

Right, come on! Mr Britton!
Come on!

Mr Britton!

That's enough, Sergeant!

Is that you, Julian?

We're the police, Mr Britton.
Do you know where your son is?

Such a good boy.

Always trying to help.

He's done a runner.

Issue an alert. But if he's
detained, I don't want anyone to
interrogate him till I get there.

I mean anyone.

Thanks.

Yeah - it's Julian Britton.

Suicide.

Looks like an admission of guilt
to me.

Or despair.

Well, he knew the net was closing
in. Takes the coward's way out.

Looks like we can close the case.

Sir, it's been a pleasure
working with you. This case
isn't closed yet, Sergeant.

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

Sir. You'd better be on the London

train. I think...I've cracked it.

This had better be good. I found
this in Gavin Webster's office.

He was having an affair with one of
his students, Tony Easton - Gerry
Cole's lover. Tony died last year

and Webster never got over it. What
has this got to do with anything?

Webster lied to me about knowing

Cole. I saw something in his flat.
If I could just find it...

You have no idea the trouble you are
in, do you? A "breach of discipline"
does not begin to describe... Yes!

Now, this is Cole's writing,
yet it's the same quote on the
front of Gavin Webster's book.

Webster denied ever knowing Cole,

yet this shows he was
involved with him in some way.
It's too much to be a coincidence.

Now...he was in love with Tony.

But I reckon he was jealous of
Cole and that's why he killed him.

OK, um...

Maybe Cole threatened to
tell Webster's wife he was gay
and he was blackmailing him

and there were cash withdrawals.
Why kill Vi Nevin? What was he

looking for at the murder scene?

Well, maybe there's photos of them
together somewhere. Bring him in.

It's the only way we... WE?!

Havers, there is no "we". I made
that clear when I said you were off
this case. You can't ignore this.

You said yourself
Vi Nevin was terrified.

Maybe she was hiding something.

All you've done so far is dig up
some dirt on the man's private life.
If that.

Besides, we think we know
who the killer is. Who?
It doesn't concern you.

I suggest that you phone for a taxi
and go to the railway station.

Bad news, sir. Julian Britton's
prints aren't the ones on
the weapon that killed Vi Nevin.

I thought we'd wrapped it up. Looks
like we're back at square one.

Thank you.

Um, I'm going to read
a few passages and then
I'll answer any questions.

"Love...binds our bodies...

"..and frees our souls."

Thanks, mate.

I've asked myself that many times.
I don't know where it came from.

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

A mysterious and beguiling gift.

What Sylvia Plath calls
"that rare and random descent".

I sometimes wond...

Do you recognise these words?

Yes. This is Cole's handwriting.

Look at the date.
It's before your book was published.

If you didn't know Cole, how
could he have written these words?

It's perfectly simple.

I...I let Tony see
an early draft of my book.

He must have picked up on it and
repeated it to this Gerard Cole.

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

Excuse me.

Havers, I can't... Sir, please,
this evidence is crucial.

You didn't write Grey Dawn.
Tony Easton did.

This is meaningless.

I sent Tony my first draft and
he changed the names for a joke.

Ah, then how do you explain this?

"Dear Tony, Thank you
for letting me read Grey Dawn.

"It is an outstanding piece of
writing which must be published.

"I have every faith in you and
will support you in any way I can.

"Yours in admiration, Gavin."

Why did you publish his book
as your own? I didn't.

We have the original manuscript,
and this letter proves
that the work isn't yours.

I didn't do it lightly.

Excuse me - we're supposed
to be investigating a murder.
Not plagiarism. Go on.

Tony meant a great deal to me.

I was the only one
he trusted with his work.

Now and then...

I gave him some money.

Bought his dinner.

And he said...

..one day he'd pay me back.

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

Besides, who could it hurt?

His memory? His family?

His family had disowned him.
They deserved nothing from him.
And you did?

So, you stole from Tony?

No.

I just borrowed from him.

I thought it would open doors
for my own writing. I never

expected this degree of success.

Whoever killed Nicola Maiden,
Gerard Cole and Vi Nevin,
was looking for something.

This was it, wasn't it?
The manuscript on this disc.

How should I know?
Was Cole blackmailing you? No.

I found this
in Vi and Nicola's flat.

They were in on it, weren't they?
Cole suddenly had money to burn.

Your bank details will show that
that you have withdrawn cash.

We found very clear fingerprints
on the weapon that killed Vi.

You don't mind if we take yours,
just to make sure they don't match?

Cole was blackmailing me.

He said he had proof
that Tony had written the book.

Threatened to go to the press.

I gave him £5,000.

Which I could ill afford.

I'd only got an advance
of £2,000. It would take years
for royalties to come in.

But Cole wanted another
£10,000, you see,

in return for his "evidence".

When I got there,
he'd changed his mind.

"Why let go of a good thing?" he
said. So, then you murdered them.

And then when you couldn't find
this at the campsite you went
to the flat and you killed Vi Nevin.

No.

It wasn't like that.

I was angry.

He was laughing at me.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

Least of all Nicola.

I didn't want to kill anybody.

I just...

I just wanted
to make my wife proud.

Three murders...

She must be very proud.

Hey...

It is this morning, isn't it?

Is what this morning?

Sir, he's ready to see us.

Right. Um...

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

I'm not involved
in briefing Webberley, am I? No.

Look, a lot of work you did up there
was wonderful, and I'll make
sure Webberley knows about it.

Presenting the facts...

It's a matter of rank.

Hanken was my DS.

Sorry. Isn't that
what this case is about -

someone stealing someone's idea
and taking credit for it?

Well, as you would say, sir,
how ironic.

Fine.

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