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For Christ's sake, the damages
only return investors to the position they'd be in

if we hadn't made the assurances.

Not if they'd been true.

Give an inch on that and we truly are dead.

Julia...

Think you've had enough?

If a man can't have a drink
on his son's birthday...

Justin should be in bed. Tell your mother.

That's a good one.

- Hello, Thomas.
- It's Tommy.

No-one calls me Thomas.

Leaving us so soon, Sergeant McCaffrey?

Who else is going to keep Wimborne safe?

- Daddy says Justin should go to bed.
- Oh, darling. Would you be an angel?

Hold that for me, Tommy.

Oh, sure.

How do I turn this off?

Is it off?

Say good night to your godson.

Good night, Justin. You sleep well.

- Hope you had a good birthday.
- Good night, darling.

- Night-night, Mummy.
- We shall stay and party on in your honour.

- Thank you.
- Come on.

Justin?

Justin...

Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Has anyone seen Justin?

- Darling?
- He's not in his bed. He's gone.

Justin! Where are you?

Justin!

Yeah?

It's Justin.

They've found him.

Hey.

Hello. What are you doing here?

Well, I'd heard that you stopped your sessions
with the police therapist.

She asked me to draw my grief.

Look, I don't mind you not getting back to me
or I don't know when you're coming back

but I want to know
that you're talking to someone.

I'm doing OK, really.

There's no-one, is there?

Look, it's a fine line between concerned friend
and intrusive pest.

Yeah, and it's a fine one between drowning
your sorrows and drinking yourself to death.

Oh, God.

- Where are you going?
- None of your business.

- Your breath stinks.
- I'll buy some mints.

Yeah, that'll fix it.

- Excuse me.
- No, excuse me.

You sure the booze is out of your system?

Why don't you arrest me and find out?

- Look, I didn't come here...
- Thank you very much.

- Bye, Mum.
- Bye, darling.

- What's going on, Dad?
- Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

It hasn't changed at all.

Sam.

- Where's the body, Mike?
- Vivienne.

If it's Justin, I'll know.

Let's hear what Mike has to say.

Well,
our Forensics say the skeleton's the right size.

And it does have a breakage here.

- Lots of children break their arms.
- I know they do.

So we're going to have to take a DNA test
from you to be sure.

Why don't you use Justin's own DNA?

His hairbrush, his teddies, they're all still there.

- OK.
- I can't wait that long.

No.

Vivienne, let me be your eyes.

And if you still want to see, fine.

- Who found him?
- Some kids.

When the river burst its banks, the water
forced its way up through an old drain.

He'd been stuffed inside,
covered with bricks and earth.

The cause of death
is probably this blow to the head.

You'd need a forensic pathologist, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

What?

Nothing. Just good to see you.

Thanks for the card, by the way.

Sorry I hadn't replied.

Don't be stupid.

How are you coping?

Er... OK, all things considered.

But do you miss her?

What do you think?

My wife died the day after Conrad was born.

It does get better.

You think it never will but it really does.

Sir?

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

...if we hadn't made the assurances.

- Night-night, Mum.
- We're going to party on in your honour.

Sleep tight.

I've tried mutual friends,
searched all my old address books.

Thanks, anyway, Conrad.

I hope we didn't drag you out of court.

You didn't have to come down, you know.

Yes, I did, Dad.

- Inspector.
- Conrad.

You can call me Tommy now, you know.

Searching your old address book for...?

They're not in contact with Julia.

Last anyone heard, she was teaching
primary school in Rome.

The Embassy are onto it.

What's the news on your old prime suspect,
Sullivan?

Terminal cancer.

If he killed Justin, he's taking it to the grave.

Deathbed confession?
Shall we have a shot at that?

I'll see if I can find which rock he's hiding under.

Dad.

Five's a crowd.

Vivienne...

What's all this about Julia?

She never came to terms
with Justin's disappearance.

But we had to. For Oliver.

And she holds that against you?

Shall we?

Never went to sleep without Jack.

Actually, this might be more help.

Thank you.

I'll say this for tragedy.

Clears the mind like an acid bath.

Really?

Before we lost Justin, life was wasted on me.

I was completely obsessed with making money
because I'd married into so much.

I remember. And now?

Now I'm a bum.

Bit of charity work, bit of property.

You know, if the gutters need clearing out,
il do it myself.

And when Oliver wants help with his homework,
it's a pleasure, not a chore.

The Embassy got hold of Julia.

She says she's not coming.

She's not coming home for Justin's funeral.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Ciao.

Julia.

Tommy.

You remembered.

Did my parents send you?

No. I volunteered.

If you want to know, it's a relief.

That's not how your mum sees it.

I'm not going to break open the champagne.

I mean, she still had hope.

Vivienne never was any good with bad news.

She's had to learn.

It'd mean a lot to them If you came back.

My brother's dead.

I don't need a ceremony to mourn him.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

At least let me buy you a cup of coffee.

- Buongiornio.
- Buongiornio.

Forget about your parents.

Forget about the funeral. Just think about Justin.

He's been waiting years for this.

- Where was he?
- In an old drain.

No-one looked before?

It was covered with bricks.

The river overflowed and pushed his body up it.

Sorry.

I asked.

You really do have to say goodbye, you know.

You talking from experience, are you?

Yes.

I need to pack.

Sam and Vivienne
said they hadn't seen you in ages.

Because I resented them moving on?

- Well, is there truth in that?
- None.

So...?

Actually, I'd rather not.

I hope you didn't take time off work.

No, not really.

I'm on compassionate leave.

My wife...

What was her name?

Helen.

It's not so bad.
I should be back at work quite soon, I think.

Was it sudden?

Do you know, I'd...

You'd rather not.

Wait a sec.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Move! Move!

Damn.

Oh. I lost him.

What's that?

It fell out of his pocket.

There's an Englishman in room nine
but he doesn't know his name.

Let's go and have a look.

Hello.

Hello!

Give me a minute.

Where did you learn that?

Crime Prevention course in Battersea.

Don't ask.

Oh, my God.

What?

He's from home.

What did he want in my flat?

I might get his fingerprints off this.
I'll run them when we get back.

You find Justin, and someone from home
breaks into my apartment.

- How can that be a coincidence?
- We'll find out who it was.

Well, what if he's not on your records?

We just need to get you packed
and then we'll catch our plane. All right?

I'm not sure I'm up to the drive down tonight.

- Well, I'm driving.
- No, I mean seeing my parents.

The whole deal.

OK, well, why don't we go down
first thing in the morning?

Thanks.

Just moved in?

It's a friend's place, actually.

Through here.

This OK?

Great.

Um... do you want to go and grab a drink?

Sure. I'll just let Sam know.

Hello.

Sam. It's Tommy.

Yeah, I've got Julia with me.

We'll be down tomorrow by noon.

That's great news, Tommy. Thank you.

How did the call to Dad go?

Oh, fine.

I said we'd be down by midday.

God, this place is sad.

I don't mean naff. I mean sad.

Well, unfortunately, rather tragically,
my local has become a Gastro pub.

No. Not this bar.

It's England.

Probably.

In Rome, they all sing Don Giovanni
and read Dante.

- In Latin.
- I don't think so.

Why did you settle there?

I don't know.

What was it that John Lennon said?

"Life is what happens
when you're making other plans."

It was Ringo Starr.

I thought Ringo never said anything famous.

The thing about Rome
is you can be alone without being lonely.

What if you weren't alone?

"What if?" are the deadliest words
in the English language.

The prognosis can't be that bleak.
I saw a lot of beautiful women in Rome

but you're not that hard on the eye.

I have plenty of single male friends
if you're worried about my sex life.

I wasn't.

What happens when they fall for you?

I never let things get that far.

- Poor single male friends.
- I'm not waiting to be swept off my feet.

Now, that sounds like famous last words.

- Check out the ego on you.
- No, I'm talking from experience.

Before Helen,

I would go to friends' weddings
and I would think, "How lovely, how sweet.

Thank God I'm waking up
in the morning by myself."

Or, at least, the morning after that.

She changed you and then abandoned you.

What a bitch.

So, what do you say?

I say that's bloody annoying, actually.

I say it's a sign.

A sign of what?

We need another bottle.

It was... very kind of you to come and get me.

More than kind.

If looks could kill.

I think it's just because
I missed the last residents' meeting.

I hope you're ashamed of yourself.

I borrowed this.

Good.

Are you OK?

Fine.

But you feel like a traitor?

Um.. that's mine.

Sorry.

Particularly keen single male friend.

I thought you didn't let things get that far.

Exactly.

I didn't want you to hear me being horrid.

Get up
and put your hands where we can see them.

What's going on?

Where's Julia?

No...

How did she take the news about her brother?

She said it was a relief.

And what about last night?

Did she seem upset then?

It was on her mind.

But nothing made you think she was suicidal?

No.

Did you have sex with her?

Come on, you don't have to think about that.

Yes, I did.

Then I agree with you.

It doesn't sound like she was suicidal.

Which is problematic.

Door-to-door underway,
Detective Superintendent Tate.

I had no reason to harm her.

Someone else might have done.

Tell me.

Justin's killer was never caught.

Ancient history.

Yesterday, if that's recent enough for you,

Julia had an intruder in her apartment in Rome.

Great.

And will the Italian police corroborate this?

Thomas Lynley, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Julia Oborne.

Do you have any questions at this time?

- Just let me speak to him.
- After I've interviewed him.

Five minutes.

What's the urgency?

You know bloody well he didn't kill her.

Sorry, ma'am.

I would reserve judgement if I were you.

See how the interview goes.

I'm concerned for Inspector Lynley's welfare.

I'm concerned for the young woman
I scraped off the pavement.

Look, he's my partner.

And six months ago his wife was shot dead
in front of him.

I just want to do right by him.

Ma'am.

- If he cries on your shoulder...
- It's admissible, I know.

Don't make me regret this.

Havers.

Are you OK?

- Who called you?
- Are you OK?

- You mean, did I do it?
- No, I mean are you bloody OK?

I've been asking that for the last six months.

I need your help.

OK.

Somebody broke into Julia's apartment.

- I need you to check fingerprints on that.
- You're under arrest. It's evidence.

Evidence Tate is not interested in.

- No, but I can't.
- Barbara, please.

- Don't say another word, Tommy.
- Conrad.

Dad called me.

I don't need a lawyer.

- Are you under caution?
- Yes.

- You need a lawyer.
- He's right.

Thank you,
but my client doesn't need your advice.

Conrad, this isn't the arresting officer.
This is my friend, DS Havers.

Sorry.

OK.

What the hell happened, Tommy?

- How's he doing?
- Not good.

He wants this checked for prints and DNA.

After hours but right now if you get me.

Why aren't we sharing this with DS Tate?

As far as she's concerned, there's
only one suspect and she's talking to him.

Cheers.

Julia got a call on her mobile...

at around...

2am.

- Ex-boyfriend from Rome.
- Unlikely.

It was from a payphone
opposite your apartment.

What's more likely is you made the call
to introduce a third party.

But we're jumping ahead.

To unsubstantiated conclusions.

So you were bringing Miss Oborne home
as a favour, to her parents.

Yes.

And that included
having sexual intercourse with her?

Julia Oborne was a 29-year-old adult.

Are you making a point or just a cheap shot?

Three bottles of red.

Is there a reason you drank so much?

No specific reas...

I think in different ways, we just wanted to forget.

In your case, the loss of your wife?

Don't answer that, Tommy.

Your wife was shot dead right in front of you,
wasn't she?

You know she was.

I hope the Met are providing counselling
for PTS.

They were. They did.

- What happened?
- I wasn't getting anything from it.

- Perhaps you were still too angry.
- Perhaps.

Did you get angry with Miss Oborne?

You're asking the same question
20 different ways.

My client has already stated his innocence.

Was it the first time you'd had sex
since your wife...

Detective Superintendent,
your desperation is becoming offensive.

Yes. Yes, it was.

You waited a long time, then.

As a policeman, I'm sure you know,

it's hard to tell the difference forensically
between consensual sex

and other kinds.

This is a fishing trip. You have no motive
and, my guess is, no forensics,

so I insist you release my client immediately.

Oh, you insist?

Oh, well, in that case...

Is this personal, because he's an earl?

Just the opposite.
I'm treating him like anyone else.

Vedder.

Got a resident saw them getting intimate
in the corridor.

- Doesn't mean she wanted to go all the way.
- No, but she initiated things.

- What about the PM?
- They're not done.

But no defence wounds, no signs of struggle.

Not after falling five storeys, anyway.

There's needle scarring on her arms.

Looks like an ex-user.

Maybe she did top herself.

Thank you, DC Vedder.

Would you like to share your news with us?

No, I would not.

So we can hazard it was nothing suggesting
Miss Oborne was pushed from the window.

- Our forensic examination is not complete.
- My client had no reason to hurt this woman.

But she had every reason to hurt herself.

As a friend of the victim's,

I know that in her early-to mid-20s
she was frequently treated for heroin abuse.

What a friend you are.

Julia was a tragically unstable person

and while her suicide is a shock,
it is not a surprise.

Charge my client or release him.

To think your dad's a copper.

Charge my client...

...or release him.

Until our investigations are complete,
I must request...

...that you remain in London.

Fine.

Sam.

You were supposed to bring her home,
not bed her.

That's not right.

You tell her her brother's dead, then you put
your arms around her. Shame on you.

- Sam, we need to talk.
- Sorry, bad time.

I've got to go and identify my daughter's body.

Vivienne.

I'm so, so sorry.

I want you to request a second postmortem,
whatever the findings of the first.

- Why?
- I want to bring in Stuart Lafferty.

What do you expect him to find?

I don't know. I just want to make sure
we've turned over every stone.

How could it happen twice, Tommy?

How could it happen twice?

Mr Oborne. Superintendent Tate.

Mrs Oborne. Please.

Great. You're barely out the door
and you help Tate build a case against you.

- Julia wasn't suicidal.
- If Lafferty proves that, what next?

- I'm not frightened of the truth.
- Tate charges you with rape and murder.

- We find a new suspect.
- You know what happens to cops inside.

- A real suspect.
- And what if we don't find one?

We've already got one.
We just don't know his name.

Lafferty will call once he knows anything
on the pill box?

I told him it wasn't urgent.

Don't you think you should take a breath?

- Not if I'm gonna find out what happened.
- That's Tate's job. Let her do it.

I owe this to Sam and Vivienne.

Come on.
They know you didn't kill their daughter.

At worst...

Yeah? At worst?

They'll think you exploited her grief.

- Is that what you think?
- I don't think it was your finest hour.

Where are you going?

The gents.

- Lafferty.
- We've got a match.

- Hey, Lafferty.
- How are you, Tommy?

Fine.

- We're sure it's Sullivan's prints, aren't we?
- 16 points of ridge bifurcation.

I expected a more salubrious address.

Why?

Bropidox is a targeted therapy.

Unlike chemo drugs, it just fixes what's broke.
But at a price.

- So not on the NHS.
- Not even for sale in the UK.

Mail order only from the States.
A year's course is 20 grand.

The Obornes have requested a second PM.
I suggested you do it.

You mean you've told them to request one.
Why?

Because I think Julia was murdered
and I want you to prove it.

- Be careful what you wish for.
- Don't waste your breath.

Here we go.

Sullivan!

Sullivan!

- Lock looks pretty flimsy.
- Yeah, so does our warrant.

I'll try and find a building manager.

Or maybe not.

Oh, someone's been a busy boy.

No passwords, entry codes.

He said he was a programmer.
Maybe he's been trying to hack into something.

I'll try that other room.

- Sir.
- Yep.

In all these codes,
the same two words keep cropping up.

Rich Maitland.

So, what, he's been hacking in
to steal cancer drugs?

Not quite. Listen.

"Dear Mr Sullivan, I could never overstate
your contribution to my IT unit.

We're very grateful for your input,

but I did not anonymously furnish you with
an account at Rich Maitland Pharmaceuticals.

- Wishing you a speedy recovery."
- So he has a mystery benefactor?

Not too keen on the mystery part of it, I think.

If Lafferty's right, there's thousands of pounds
worth of drugs here.

Sullivan.

Careful.

- Is this supposed to mean something?
- It means Julia Oborne saved my life.

Now.. why would she want to do
a thing like that?

DS Tate, the Obornes have requested
that I carry out a second postmortem.

Off the record, the PM found no restraining
injuries, nothing suggesting foul play.

Really?

But she did fall five storeys.
Who knows what that covered up?

- What about a cause of death?
- Ruptured spleen.

From the fall.

I still have to fulfil the Obornes' request.

What's Lynley playing at?

Why does he, of all people, want a second PM?

Lynley?

Please.

You really think I don't know
you've worked together a hundred times?

You think I'm fooled by this,
"The parents want a second postmortem,” crap?

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

- I do know the Obornes have a legal right...
- Fine. Fine.

But whatever you turn up, it's full disclosure.
Understood?

Absolutely. Full disclosure.

- She threw herself off a building?
- No. She was found dead at the bottom of one.

- Make sense if she threw herself off.
- How's that?

Same reason she gave me 20 grand's worth
of cancer treatments.

Guilt.

- Guilt about what?
- I hope the bitch remembered me in her will.

Sir.

Guilt about what?

Her brother.

She knew I was innocent,
and that delivery note proves it.

It was left in with the last consignment.
Billing address.. but no name.

That's why you broke into
the drug companies' customer records?

When did you get back from Rome?

Erm... think logically.

When the pills run out, I go back to pissing blood
and watching my skin fall off.

Why would I kill the person
saving me from that fate?

- When did you get back?
- 11:30 this morning.

Want to see my boarding pass?

If Sullivan's innocent,
why was he at Julia's apartment?

He wanted to find out who his benefactor was.

There must be an explanation.

Sam?

Where would Julia get hold of that kind of
money teaching primary school?

She inherited something
when her grandfather died.

You see, in the fallout from Justin,

Sullivan lost his job,
was beaten up repeatedly,

nearly died
when someone burned down his home...

Then again, he did get away with murder.

In that context, Julia's generosity
feels like... compensation.

That's a leap.

I know.

But at the very least,
it could shed some light on a suicide.

You said you didn't think it was suicide.

I didn't.

Now you're off the hook,
you're having second thoughts.

- No.
- Perhaps your head's clearing.

How much did you have to drink again?

How much did she have to drink?

£20,000 worth of cancer drugs
are what's giving me second thoughts.

And if Julia killed herself...

it wasn't because she'd drunk too much.

We have to consider the possibility
that Julia took Justin.

- What?
- Where was she the night Justin went missing?

- In her studio.
- Any witnesses to that?

Yes.

Me.

Witnesses?

So now Julia killed herself
because she murdered her own brother?

Christ, Tommy.

If you call that a theory,
perhaps you should never go back to work.

I thought that Sam was gonna be the scary one.

Yeah, me too.

Do you get the feeling that Julia helping Sullivan
wasn't a surprise to him as it was to her?

- The man has just lost his daughter.
- Who I accused of murder.

He didn't say a word.

Mike. Lynley.

Oh, no, more than OK. Thank you.

I'd like to get hold of that video footage
of Justin's birthday party.

I defended a guy last year
where the case hinged on CCTV.

Still have some enhancement software on here.

Beyond the call.

I think I know why Sam and Julia
absented themselves from their own party.

Julia.

Think you've had enough?

If a man can't have a drink
on his son's birthday...

- So Sam's getting hammered.
- And Julia doesn't like it.

Exhibit number two.

This is Julia just after putting Justin to bed.

Now, I had to zoom in and clean it up...

but it was worth it.

Now, Julia corners Dad for a private chat.

- What's he saying?
- I think we can guess it's not a great party.

We can more than guess.

Temper, temper.

So Julia leaves and Dad follows.

She starts the fight. He's gonna finish it.

- What was the fight about?
- Talk to Sam.

He never mentioned the row in '95.
He'll play it down now.

But there's someone else who might know.

Conrad.

I had a fling with the Obornes' ex-nanny,
Christine Faraday.

She was sacked,
accused of breaking Justin's arm.

Wrongly. Christine loved that kid.
For a few weeks, I loved her.

She didn't have a bad bone in her body.

Well, Christine must have been a suspect.

- She had an alibi.
- Me and half the village pub.

She was drinking
cos she was missing Justin's party.

So what light can she shed on this?

She got a call from Julia that evening.

Once I'd eliminated Christine,
it didn't seem significant.

But with what we know now,
that could soundtrack the argument we watched.

Excuse me.
We just left London. What about Tate?

Tate can go and do the other thing.

What is it?

Detective Superintendent Tate.

- I didn't hear you creep in there.
- What are you seeing?

Nothing.

- Nothing?
- So far I'm with your pathologist all the way.

Oh.

I told you a second PM was unnecessary.

I presume there were photos taken
at the crime scene.

I think, yeah, maybe someone took some
with their phone.

What does Lynley know that I don't?

I'll see those photos now, if that's OK.

- OK.
- Thanks.

As beautiful as ever.

Conrad.

Christine, I have some terrible news.

I'm so sorry.

Hello, Christine.

Mike.

Conrad.

We need to have a couple of words with you,
if you don't mind.

The evening Justin went missing...
you were in the pub with Conrad

and you got a phone call from Julia.

Yes.

So what did she say?

It wasn't fair that I'd missed such a great party.

- Nothing more pressing than that? Come on.
- That family have been through enough.

You say that family falsely accused you
of breaking the child's arm.

- Are you saying I lied?
- If it was me, I'd want to set the record straight.

Christine, your loyalty is to Julia and Justin,
not to their parents.

Julia told me she knew who broke Justin's arm.

She knew because Justin had told her himself.

Sam.

Justin had messed up some papers in his study
and Sam was drunk again.

- Sounds like a flashpoint, not the real cause.
- Well, that's all she told me.

Can you turn that off, please?

Sorry.

Lafferty?

OK, the spleen is breached,

so I'm thinking post-mortem
if only by a minute or so.

Well, how did she die?

My best guess is asphyxiation.

I found what looks like
a fragment of rubber glove between her teeth.

I'll test it for DNA.

But the thing is, if I sit on this,
I'm violating full disclosure,

and if I don't, it's murder again
and you'll be arrested.

So, we're in...

Yeah. OK...

Thanks, yeah. Cheers for that.

Heading out?

You should be a detective.

I can arrange transport.

I'm good. Thanks.

Sam's the one person
Julia would have covered for.

- Always a daddy's girl.
- Imagine she did.

- Would he repay her by killing her?
- If she threatened to tell Vivienne.

Threatening their new life in London with Oliver.

From here to London in the middle of the night
is two hours?

Yeah, tops.

So he could have got to your flat and back
by dawn.

We're not taking into account
if he could murder his two children.

Maybe just one. Notice he didn't want
his DNA matched with Justin's.

There. What do you reckon?

I'm glad we live in London.

Spoken like your father's son.

You said when we got here
you'd tell me what's going on.

I'm... I'm going away on a long trip but...

I need to tell you a bit of family history first.

Dad?

What's this "long trip"?
Are you trying to tell me something?

Lies really can kill you, Oliver.

They killed your brother and sister.

So you have to know the truth,
however much it hurts.

What are we doing here?
Why have we left Mum in London?

Am I talking to the walls?
Can't you shut up and listen for a minute?

When I married your mother...

I decided that there was no way
I was going to turn into one of those...

freeloading house husbands
who get up at eleven to fix lunch.

No, I was going to earn my own pile,
thank you very much.

Day after the honeymoon,
I set up my own business -

Oborne Investments.

- Good for you, Dad.
- No.

No, it wasn't.

It was a disaster.

It was the root of all this.

Hey.

Come here.

It's all about.. self-knowledge, Oliver.

Knowing thyself.

Down the hatch.

Tommy?

Tommy, Sam's taken Oliver.

- Dad! Dad!
- Oliver!

- He's going to kill himself.
- Get him out of here.

No! No!

I can't even shoot myself now.

There are worse things to be bad at.

Got to hand it to you, Tommy.
You saw it before I did.

The sweep, the symmetry,
the contours of tragedy.

Right now I'm not seeing the contours
of very much at all.

Your theory that Vivienne...
that Vivienne scoffed at...

Julia? She did take Justin?

But...

I drove her to it.

Something terrible must have happened.

If only she'd spoken to me.
She didn't have to kill herself.

Oh, Sam, slow down...

The darkness spread like a stain.

But it started with me.

Is that a poetic way of saying
it was you who broke Justin's arm?

It was an accident but... I'd had a skinful.

Yeah. You never had any accidents like that
with Julia, though, did you?

That's close enough.

Because Julia...
Unlike Justin, Julia was your child, eh?

Hm.

Gave myself away with the DNA sample.
You see, even that was my fault.

I was so angry
when Vivienne stopped funding me,

I just stayed up in London sulking.

- Give this self-pitying a rest.
- Self-pity? You think that's what this is?

If you were gonna blow your brains out,
you'd have done it already.

People have always underestimated me,
Tommy.

Tommy.

I've got some bad news for you, Sam.

It's not all your fault.

The symmetry goes even darker than I thought.

What are you talking about?

Julia didn't commit suicide
because she felt guilty about Justin.

She was murdered.

- How?
- I won't tell you till you give me that gun.

You're bluffing.

Tommy.

It was about eight when I found her in her
studio.

She tried softly-softly, bless her.

"Daddy, I know you're only drinking
because business is bad."

You've got to own up to what you did to Justin.
You've got to reinstate Christine.

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

If you so much as ever even clip his ear,

I swear you'll see neither of us ever again.

- You're drunk.
- Don't start.

You're drunk and you resented Justin's party.
Please don't hurt him.

Hurt him?

I know it's the drink, Daddy.
I know it's not you.

You need help.

Even if he's not yours, it's not his fault.

I'll never forget the fear in her eyes.

That's because she saw the man
who broke her brother's arm

and her mind was made up.

But I didn't kill her.

I swear.

- Where's Oliver? Where's Oliver?
- Oliver's fine.

Did you sleep last night?
How much did you get?

- Barely any.
- Was Sam with you?

- Yes. Why?
- That's what I wanted to hear.

Go easy on him.
I think he's literally mad with grief.

- And I'm not?
- You're stronger than he is.

- I'm still gonna kill him.
- Of course you are.

And once you've done that...

I think he needs you very much.

- Mum.
- Oh!

You think Julia planned
to leave Justin with someone?

Someone within walking distance she trusted.

Someone Justin knew.

No. No.

Christine loved that kid.

Anyway, she was here with me
when he was found to be missing.

Look, surely whoever Julia met that night
is probably her killer.

- Agreed.
- Well, then it can't be Christine.

Yeah, how does a slim-built woman
get Julia out of a window without waking you?

Just... Just wait a bloody minute.

We don't know that Julia was murdered yet,
do we?

Tommy?

- I mean, it's not definite.
- No, it's not.

Good.

Cos that's my story if I'm asked.

I'm sticking to it.

Look, I've put you in a spot. I know I have.

What exactly is your evidence
that Julia was murdered?

A glove fragment and other pathology
inconsistent with death from a fall.

Have you shared any of this
with Detective Superintendent Tate?

Not yet.

So as long as she thinks it's suicide,
you're in the clear?

I can't conduct an investigation
from inside a prison cell.

How long will you hold out on her?

As long as it takes.

- If you're worried about being implicated...
- It's you I'm worried about.

You obviously know what you're doing so...

Hey.

I've asked Lafferty to view Justin's remains
tomorrow morning. That OK?

Yeah, sure. That's OK.

Next time, I'd like to be asked, not told.

No argument with the cause of death
being the skull fracture.

Any idea of a weapon?

What's interesting
are these bilateral injuries here.

What are the chances of both legs being struck
in the same place?

Exactly. So I'm thinking...

car bumper.

Justin wasn't even four feet tall.
A bumper would have struck him waist high.

Not if your driver floored the brakes.

If you're travelling fast enough,
the front nosedives.

I've seen six-inch furrows
in pre-stressed asphalt.

So it was an accident?

Well, the skull fracture is consistent
with secondary impact.

Which chimes with what looks like...

...white paint fragments...

...in the hair.

Which, because it hasn't rotted,
suggests metallic base.

So, we're looking for someone,
probably a local, who drove a white car?

When we get the paint analysed,
I'll do better than that.

Wait a minute.
Conrad, when you went out with Christine,

she drove a white car.

Old white Fiesta.

I told her not to drive.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry.

- I'll drive. You're well over.
- And you're not?

- Everything's relative.
- Look, I appreciate the offer...

Was that really Julia on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

She couldn't have got to the Obornes'
by seven and taken Justin.

- That's what you told yourself?
- Sorry.

- That's what you told yourself?
- It's what I believe.

You covered up for your girlfriend.

- I was young and stupid...
- It wasn't your decision to make!

I spent two years on that case
and it nearly killed me.

Christ, I said I was sorry, didn't I?
It was 12 years ago.

So Julia called you?

Sam was drinking again,
was in a dangerous, a violent mood?

What if he broke Justin's neck this time?

She calls you at the pub
and says she's bringing her brother over.

And I said no.

How stupid would I be
to mess with the Obornes?

After all the lies they told
about me breaking Justin's arm.

Not stupid, just principled.
You put Justin first.

But it meant driving over the limit. Somewhere
on the way here you had an accident.

And Justin was killed. Julia was OK.

Because she'd talked you into it,
she covered up for you.

- Where is all this coming from?
- You drove a white Fiesta back then. Right?

- So what?
- White car paint was found on Justin's corpse.

Well, it wasn't from my car.

Once I got behind the wheel, I realised
what a mistake it was and I walked home.

- Come on, that's miles away.
- I cut through the fields.

So you did go home in response to Julia's call?

Yes. She wasn't here.

- Where were you the night before last?
- On the night shift. Why?

Are you asking me for an alibi?

You think...

Julia was murdered?

Would that be a complete surprise?

Or would it make some chilling kind of sense?

Am I under arrest?

No.

I'd be surprised if Justin was hit
by Christine's car.

- Cos of the paint?
- The sealant. Teflon-fluorocarbon.

Standard issue now,

but in the early '90s, the preserve of luxury cars
and emergency vehicles.

Not fourth-hand Fiestas?

Traces of rust argue against the luxury cars

and the injuries are wrong for an ambulance.

So I'm thinking village bobby.

Really?

- OK. I've got to go.
- You pulled the plug on that mighty fast.

All we can do is worry her for now
and we did that.

Lafferty thinks Justin might have been hit
by an emergency vehicle.

- Maybe a marked police car.
- What makes him think that?

The paint sealant.

- Conrad saw her drive away, pissed.
- She could have got out.

- I mean, she could have walked home.
- You're forgetting whose case this is.

Don't make the same mistake twice.

- What mistake?
- You've no proof. And you didn't with Sullivan.

- That's a low blow.
- It's only the truth.

You're lecturing me about past mistakes?

- I'm counselling you to keep your powder dry.
- What about you, Tommy?

You get your wife killed
and you're still dragging people into your mess.

Damn!

Well, on the plus side,
we're at a nurse's house.

Officers get first look at the squad cars
when they're bumped from the fleet.

McCaffrey's a detective.
He wouldn't have had a squad car.

- He was in uniform till the early '90s.
- OK. I'll check his vehicle history.

You should get that hand checked.

Come in.

Hello? Hello?

Ow.

Oh, look, sorry. I've bled on you.

Yeah, like that's never happened to me before.

You know, it's funny. I'm the one who's knocked
my wing mirror off and your hands are shaking.

Does Mike McCaffrey scare you?

- Do I scare you?
- Nobody scares me.

That's not entirely true, now, is it?

Do you really think Julia was murdered?

What is it, Christine?

OK. McCaffrey moved out of uniform,

and bought his decommissioned Sierra
and sold it on in July '95.

- A month after Justin was killed.
- Local buyer.

- Daniel Forsythe, Cleve Farm.
- Odds-on it's been sold again.

Not according to the DVLA.

Let's check it out.

Hello.

Hello?

Who is this?

Obviously.. "full disclosure" means something
totally different to you than it does to me.

You think there's a lab in London
that I don't do business with?

Once we got the results back,
I fully intended to bring you in...

Bring me in?

You're too kind.

And what if Lynley's DNA is on that glove?

- But it isn't, is it?
- We don't know yet.

The fragment itself is evidence of murder.

Evidence you wouldn't have without me.

This isn't Finders, Keepers.
It's a murder investigation.

My... murder investigation.

Where is Lynley?

Any paint left your side?

Doesn't look like it.

What a shame.
We're probably looking at our murder weapon.

It's McCaffrey.

Mike.

A guy out walking his dog has found a body
near Christine Faraday's.

We'll meet you at her cottage.
We've got to go.

Looks like a sexual assault gone bad.

Well, he left the knickers on.
That's one prudish sex killer.

I don't know.
It looks like she's been strangled with a belt.

Yeah, it could be a buckle mark.

This could have nothing to do with
the Oborne case.

I'd take conspiracy over coincidence any day.

I'm sorry I bled on you.

Yeah, like that's never happened to me before.

Shit.

What?

Yeah?

Yes, Ma'am. Erm...

I think he's talking to Tate.

- I'm going to be arrested.
- What?

You get back to London,
tell her everything - car, Julia, everything.

- Well, this is bloody embarrassing, Tommy.
- What is?

I've got to take you in.

Tate found out you were here.
She's got Lafferty in custody.

- Lafferty?
- Yeah. I said you were playing with fire.

Where's Sergeant Havers?

Oh, I don't know. Must have gone.

- Maybe she didn't want to get arrested as well.
- Don't patronise me.

Oh, come on, Mike.

I'm not taking any chances, Tommy.

- What, chances like trust and friendship?
- Right!

Like you trusted me.

One thing I don't get.

Julia. How did you get her
to keep quiet for so long?

What did you have on her?

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

Well, that's all right. Your old car
will be eloquent enough on your behalf.

The party! That's it. I thought how you were
putting away the champagne for a man on duty.

Leaving us so soon, Sergeant McCaffrey?

Who else is gonna keep Wimborne safe?

Save your breath for Detective Superintendent
Tate. You're gonna need it.

Why didn't you just come clean at the time -
say, 'I'm sorry. I messed up"?

You'd be out of the force
but you're not the most ambitious man.

You don't know the first thing about me.

You kill me. You know that?

Do you really think just because you play down
the earl thing that you're one of us,

some regular copper, one of the boys?

Well, I'm sorry, Tommy, that's just about
the funniest thing I've ever heard.

This is a hobby for you. You're a tourist.

You've no idea what it's like to be your job.

And to know that if you lose it, that's it,

you're dead... in the gutter, no way back.

What has any of this to do with squashing
a five-year-old's body down a drain?

There must have been a moment, a thought,
"Christ. How has it come to this?"

No? Maybe you're right.
Maybe I don't know you at all.

One more word out of you
and I'll throw you out of the car...

and say you jumped.

Sounds familiar to me.

Mike.

We need to have a conversation
about the death of Julia Oborne.

Yes, Ma'am.
I'd like to make a statement, if that's OK.

Tell Conrad...

...please.

- What's going on?
- DNA from the glove.

Tate ran it against the officers' database.

Hoping to match it with me, I bet.

Closest by far.. Mike McCaffrey.

Closest?

It's a weak sample.
It's like a phone number with missing digits.

Barbara, where are you?
No, I'm a free man again.

Listen, I need you to
bear some bad news for me.

Sam told me Julia and Lynley
were staying the night in London.

With the shock of her brother being found,

I had a bad feeling.

I saw them sitting up at the bar,
getting hammered, and I knew I had to act.

So...

Dad's confessed?

Yeah, well, he wanted to make a statement.
That's all I know.

Oh, my God.

Er... you know, I'd be happy to drive you
to the station, if that's what you want.

Right. Well, that's a kind offer.

I'll just get my coat.

Looks like she's been strangled with a belt.

Yeah, it could be a buckle mark.

Was it really a kind offer, Barbara?

Or do you have an ulterior motive?

Turn around
and put your hands against the wall.

So as soon as they left,
I followed them up to Lynley's penthouse.

- That's wrong again.
- What?

We didn't sit at the bar
and I don't have a penthouse.

Is it possible the DNA on that glove
wasn't his at all?

Possible but not likely.

If it's not his, it's a close relative's.

Life is binary.

Sunny day, rainy day.

There's no good or evil or free will.

We just react to the hand we're given.

As rationalisations for triple murder go,
it's a bit flowery.

Listen, I'm not justifying myself to anyone.

My first step on the road to hell
was an act of blinding altruism.

Julia's call for help?

You drove.

I was drunk.

But Christine was paralytic.

Look, I appreciate the offer.

Was that really Julia on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

How ex is your ex, Christine?

Oh, grow up.

Don't they have any real women at law school?

Come on, I'll drive.

The girl was off her face.
Offering to drive was the responsible thing to do.

Oh, you're a model citizen, Conrad.

You should have told Julia where to go.

He hit her.
God only knows what he'll do to Justin.

Not your problem.
You don't owe these people anything.

Maybe I can think about something
other than myself.

Is that a dig?

- I'm nobody's mug, that's for sure.
- Nor am I.

It's practically stamped on your forehead.

Here we go, Justin. Christine's house.

You stay here. Don't move.

Christine? Christine.

She brings Justin through your front door,
you're party to abduction.

So why are you driving, genius?

Because I feel bad in advance
about dumping you.

- There, I said it.
- You piece of shit!

Christine!

Julia was convinced Sam was gonna hurt Justin.

But instead I ended up killing him.

I mean, who says God hasn't got
a sense of humour, eh?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Talk to her.

I've been drinking.
It's goodbye law school, hello prison.

- My dad will kill me.
- Conrad, he's dead.

- Nothing can change that.
- I shouldn't have let you drive.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Does anyone else know you took Justin?

No.

He was a sweet kid.

He wouldn't want this to ruin our lives.

Go home, Julia.

All you have to do is go home.

They protected you and you killed them for it?

As soon as Tommy said he'd fetch Julia
from Rome, I had a bad feeling.

And I was right.

How did you coax Julia into meeting you?

I didn't have to.

She wanted my blood.

You liar.

You told me you left Justin buried in the orchard,
not in some drain, covered with bricks.

Still reading your thoughts, Barbara.

"Keep him calm. Keep him talking.

Then grab the knife when he gets distracted.”

Put a foot wrong, I'm going for your eyeballs...

not your skin.

- You all right, Barbara? Call for backup.
- I'm fine.

I can't believe you were gonna let your dad
take the rap.

I always liked you, Tommy.

Could've killed you, too.

Is this what it was like with Julia?
Did she beg?

Did she look in your eyes and beg?

- Sir! Sir!
- How's it feel, eh?

The keys.

You all right?

Welcome back, you.

Thanks.

I probably shouldn't say this, but...

Do you fancy a drink?