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I love you, Mr Pascoe.

And I love you, Mrs Pascoe.

I'll be home for Christmas.

And we'll have us a
honeymoon, I promise you.

We've already had it.

Give me a knife.

- Why?
- Just give it to me.

Now I'll always be with you.

Go.

If there's one thing I
know about the Yorkshiremen,

it's that they work hard,

they play hard.

And when they have to,
by God, they fight hard.

I reckon with you lot,

the Hun'll have his
work cut out to beat you.

I thank my son

as I thank you all

for your noble and patriotic gesture
in becoming Yorkshire Volunteers.

I'm proud of you.

And I only wish that I
could be out there with you

in what I know, will be the final victory.

How were the honeymoon?

Three cheers for God, King, and country!

- Hip, hip... Hooray!

Hello, I'm terribly sorry to bother
you, but I seem to have broken down,

and I've no idea what to
do. I'm absolutely desperate.

All right, love, I'll
have a look at it for you.

Oh, thank you so much.

I'm hopeless when it comes
to anything mechanical.

Open a bonnet, and I don't
know where to begin to look.

Don't you worry, I'll sort it out, love.

Oh, that's so sweet of
you. Thank you very much.

It just sort of fizzled.

Ah. Let's see.

What the...

Just do exactly what we say.

- Evening, Eddie.
- All right, Jimmy?

- You listening to the match?
- What? No, no.

I thought you must be, judging
by the look on your face.

15-3 down at half-time.
There's no second phase ball.

And the wingers have hardly had a touch.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, sure.

Okay, Jimmy, I'm all yours.

You're going to regret
this, I'm telling you.

Oh, I don't know.

It all seems to be going rather well.

- Sit tight.
- Bitch!

Now, escape's not part of the plan.

Maximum publicity is. Okay, ladies?

- Let's do it.
- Wendy, go for the hardware,

not the personnel. It'll
look better in court.

Best behaviour, I swear.

They have some important guests,

so let's make sure they
know we're here, okay?

The framework is in place
for Wanwood Pharmaceuticals

and the Meredith
Corporation to become one.

We have the next seven
days for fine-tuning,

and I will, of course, be on
hand to assist in that process.

Noah, if there's anything
you'd like to add?

As a matter of fact, David, yes, there is.

I'd kill for a scotch.

I must say, David, I am very
impressed with what you've got here.

Thank you. We try to do our homework.

Some of these new products that
you've got in development...

- Yeah?
- Truly interesting.

It's all going to plan.

Yeah, see you in the morning.

It's probably a line
fault. Happens all the time.

Oh. Sure.

What is it? A fault?

- Boss, I was just...
- Turn off the alarm.

- What?
- Do it. They're not going anywhere.

Here they come!

They're here, they're here!

- Come on.
- Over here!

Right, lads, let's go on in. Go on!

Get back here, you...

Jimmy? Don. Situation sorted.

Boss, I'm sorry.
- Well, lucky for you we got them all.

Don, there's another one.
Outside the data area.

How did she get up there?

Cap? What are you doing?

This wasn't part of the plan.

- Talk to me, Cap.
- Wendy, will you please trust me?

I know what I'm doing.

Please, Cap, talk to me.

Wendy, not now. I've got to go.

I thought escape wasn't an option.

Okay, we got her.

All the attacking coming

from the blue and white
shirts of Argentina.

Good ball for Argentina. England
spoiling much more, though.

Turning it over. Now here's
a chance. Gomersall to Catt.

Catt. Opportunities here,
but he's put that out...

Dalziel.

Evening, sir. Thanks for coming.

Sounds like you're giving a party, Wieldy.

- Afraid not, sir.
- No matter.

I get bored on me nights off.

Especially when the rugby's on telly

and I've only a bottle of
single malt for company.

- We talking mass murder, Wieldy?
- Remains, sir.

What? Man? Dog?

- Politician?
- Remains to be seen, sir.

Don't turn humorous on me, Wieldy, please.

You don't have the face for it.

- Who found these remains, then?
- Some animal rights protestors.

They're waiting to be interviewed.

- They're all women, sir.
- Oh, aye?

Is that why you dragged
me out here, is it?

Thought it time the
boss ended his quiet run?

- Gentlemen.
- DALzlEL: Owt useful to tell me?

We've found a ribcage
and a skull, both human.

I said useful.

Like cause and time of death.

Mother's maiden name, that sort of thing.

Nay. You'll have to
be patient there, Andy.

This one's going to
come out in instalments.

Oh, can't wait.

Make sure you stick
us on the mailing list.

Who's that?

Oh, she's the one that found the skull.

Bit shaken up, by all accounts.

She doesn't look that shaken up to me.

Where the sodding heck's Pascoe?

He's at his grandmother's funeral, sir.

His what?

Thanks.

And thanks for putting up
with the Pascoe rank and file.

It's not a problem.

The address was great, Pete, spot on.

- Do you think so?
- You did her proud.

Look, why don't we finish this off
tomorrow? I need to get back to Rose.

Yeah, sure. Look, you go back.

- You're not coming?
- No, I've still got the inventory to do.

Tonight?

Okay, I'll see you later.

My darling Ada,

we've finally seen some action.

I'm a stretcher bearer now, so
I find myself in the thick of it.

We gave a good account of ourselves,

though I lost a few good mates.

But we're still in good heart

and I hope to keep my promise and
be back with you for Christmas.

Thing is,

I sort of envy people with a cause.

You know, God,

socialism, saving trees.

Doesn't matter what it is.

Hey?

Gives 'em something to do
on long winter evenings.

Course, it's all bollocks, really,
but they don't know that, do they?

Still, you've always got your rugby, Sir.

Don Patten. I run security around here.

Oh, aye? What happened tonight, then, Don?

Short-staffed, were you?

We apprehended some intruders,
that's what happened tonight.

Oh, aye? Apprehended them
after they broke in, like?

- They're in here.
- Thanks, Don. We'll take over now.

Evening, ladies. Superintendent Dalziel.

You play things my way and we'll
all be tucked up by midnight.

And what's that's supposed to mean?

It means statements from the lot of you.

Concise. I mean, no long words.

You're joking me, aren't you? I'm
saying nothing without a lawyer.

Let me explain something to you.

I missed tonight's match
thanks to your daft antics.

And if I miss the highlights
as well, I'm liable to hold you

- personally responsible.
- Cap?

The wanderer returns.

Cap?

Amanda Marvell. Cap for short.

Captain Marvel, sir.

- The comic character.
- Right.

I wouldn't know about that.

I weren't allowed comics.

The joint efforts of
Satan and the Americans,

that's what my mother used to say.

Been having fun, have you?

Didn't your mother ever tell you
not to play down in the woods?

Might bump into something nasty.

It looks like I just have.

Where are you hurt?

Where are you hurt? There's
not a scratch on you!

Take me back, mate, I'm all done in!

I can't do that.

Please, I'm going to get shot out there.

You'll get shot if I take you back.

You'll be all right, mate.

I'm not all right now.

Ammunition!

Ammunition!

- Go!
- Oh, don't drop me, for God's sake.

Shut up!

Move!

It's a foot wound, sir.

I can see that, Pascoe.

Put him in isolation.

He's not that serious, sir.

Don't argue.

Watch yoursen.

He didn't look as if he were dying to me.

Save your sympathy, mate. Captain
Batty knows what he's doing.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you.

I wouldn't let that doctor near
me if me head were hanging off.

Here, mate, do you want a cigarette?

I reckon I got me ticket out of here.

You got a light?

Here, mate.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Just getting a report
on the damage to the lab.

Oh, I imagine your insurance
will cover that, Dr Batty.

Oh, yeah, the hardware, sure.

But not the research.

I'm afraid we've been
set back weeks at least.

One less shade of eyeliner.

Not exactly.

Our work centres mainly
around diseases of the lung.

That's right.

Have you ever seen an
X-ray of your lungs?

Aye. I've got one on me mantelpiece.
I look at it on long winter evenings.

Well, they'll be in prime condition
compared to an African teenager

who's been hooked on full
strength tobacco since he was five.

I'm feeling better already.

So this is you doing
your good works, is it?

Yes.

That was taken in a village
just south of the Sahara.

We run a clinic there.

Do you know they have the highest
incidence of tobacco-related mortality

anywhere in the world?

They help us with our research.

In return, we give them
the drugs they need.

I don't suppose Amanda
Marvell thought about that

when she wrecked our lab tonight.

Come on, lad, out of the way.

Two, three, up.

Just a minute, mate.

Aye.

Sir.

- Captain Batty.
- What?

That man that we brought
in earlier, sir. He's dead.

- Shock and heart failure, I'm afraid.
- He only had a foot wound, sir.

- Were you a friend of his, Pascoe?
- No, sir.

Well, then, what exactly is your interest?

What did you give him?

Are you questioning me
again, Private Pascoe?

I'd strongly advise against that.

So, we got a bunch of woolly hats

who were doing the wrong
things for the right reason.

And the good Dr David,
who's about to cure cancer

and make a few bob while he's at it.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

We got a bag of bones
in the wood over there

that nobody knows owt about.

It's all too exciting
for me, this, Wieldy.

I'm off home to watch the rugby.

I think you've missed it, sir.

- Oh, bloody hell.
- I did hear the score, though, sir.

- Yeah?
- They lost.

Thanks.

Twenty cubic metres? Of
this muck? To take it where?

Back down the lab. Run
it through a sluice.

Well, what have you turned up so far?

Well, that's just it. Nothing much.

A few bits of bones.

Enough to confirm the sex. Male.

Come on then, give it to me straight.

How long has the bugger been
down there? More than 60 years?

You mean, so you can file him away
and head off down the Black Bull?

You should have been a psychoanalyst, Doc.

Well, without further
tests, I can't say more.

You see, what a sluice will do,

it'll trap any object greater
than a centimetre in diameter...

All right, I don't want a maths
lesson. You'll get your toy. Go on.

Morning, Wieldy.

- You dug up owt useful?
- No, sir.

They had two employees die this year.

One from a heart attack,
the other in a road accident.

Leaving behind two bodies, I dare say.

- Where was the car accident?
- Africa.

One of their research scientists,
name of Mark Fairclough.

Oh, I think it's safe to
say that's off our patch.

Sir, that Marvell woman
called the station.

She says she can't come
in to give a statement

on account of her sprained ankle,

but she says you're welcome to pop round.

Pop round?

What am I, the district nurse?

Well, I'll go if you'd rather, sir.

No, don't worry. It's on me way.

Don't you trust me? Of course I do.

Then just tell me what's going on.

I can't.

That policeman's going to be here
any minute to take my statement.

You'll get chapter and
verse this afternoon.

- Cap, I'm not going anywhere...
- Will you please just leave it alone?

Okay, I'll find out meself.

Oh, do what you like.
Will you just get lost?

They're nasty, aren't
they? Sprained ankles.

I did mine in once playing rugby.

A bowl of hot, salty water,
that's what I prescribe.

Look, do you think we could
get this over with, please?

Because I've got rather a lot to do.

By all means.

You're not one for creature comforts, eh?

I'm the same.

I mean, home is just somewhere
to rest your head, right?

Oh, you know, one or two
luxuries and I can survive.

- One or two?
- Well, my cats, whisky,

silk underwear.

Well, I can't comment on the
cats, but the whisky sounds good.

Be my guest. You'll have
to help yourself, though.

Oh!

You've got taste.

- You want one?
- Okay.

Um, there's just one thing
that puzzles me, Miss Marvell,

which I'm sure you can explain.

How is a bit of petty
vandalism supposed to...

Supposed to help the monkeys?

It was an opportune gesture.

Thanks.

You mean, you decided to embarrass Wanwood

- whilst the Yanks were in town?
- Precisely.

- Is that it?
- That's it.

My apologies, then. I overestimated you.

You see, I thought with
all that careful planning,

you were after something really big.

Not just a page in the local rag.

Is that a poorly coded
appeal to my vanity?

No. It's an appeal for the truth.

- What were you really after last night?
- I told you.

What do you want me to
do, make something up?

I saw 'em, in his case. That
stuff wasn't medical issue.

You said you thought he were all right.

Yeah, I'm not so sure now.

It don't matter. He's
gone. Back to England.

It's one of theirs!

- Olly, come on.
- I'm going.

Hurry up!

Olly.

Olly, come on. We've got to go.

Olly, you've got to run. Come on!

Run!

Run!

Come on!

Olly!

Olly!

Excuse me, where can
I find Major Studholme?

- The office is through that door.
- Thanks.

Well, Inspector.

Your grandmother's reticence
was quite understandable.

There's very little to say.

Your grandfather was sent home wounded
and placed in a military hospital,

from where he absconded.

- Absconded?
- Deserted.

- I don't believe it.
- I'm afraid it's true.

- I'd like to see the file, please.
- I regret to say that's not possible.

How do you know he deserted?
I mean, how do you know that?

He disappeared. It
doesn't necessarily mean...

There's more.

Some weeks later, his uniform
was found at Liverpool docks,

hidden in a rubbish bin.

It was believed he'd
gained passage to America.

A common enough story
for those who ran away.

I suppose there's quite a few who did.

No, not many. Most did their duty.

Quietly. Obediently.

My dearest Ada,

I've been wounded.

But you mustn't worry, it isn't serious.

And the good news is I'm coming home.

We'll be together again soon.

So you see,

I will be able to keep my
promise to you after all.

Olly?

We're here.

You all right, mate?

- Easy, Jim.
- No, I'm all right. I've got it.

What do you reckon to his new home?

- Smart enough for you?
- It'll do.

Nurse, I would like a room
overlooking the garden, please.

Uh, if that's not possible,
I'll have a room overlooking you.

- Did the women strike any of your staff?
- Not as such, no.

Did they threaten to?

One of them tried to
cut our driver's throat.

That's a threat in my book, officer.

Listen, mate. Wanwood aren't prosecuting.

You're wasting time. Yours and mine.

This may come as a shock
to you but we can prosecute

without Wanwood's say so.

- It's a perk of the job.
- That's just hypothetical, isn't it?

It wouldn't be worth your while.

- Are these running all the time?
- Yeah.

The raid was taped, wasn't it, Don?

Yeah, of course.

So why did you not say so before?

If Wanwood were prosecuting, I would have.

Well, why don't you cut
out the smoke and mirrors

and run and get those tapes?

Good-looking chap, weren't he?

What did he die of?

There's a long crack running
down from this compression here.

- Someone wacked him over the head?
- It's possible.

Good to know people don't change.

- Nice of you to join us.
- Sorry, sir. Family crisis.

Well, this fellow's turned up
in the woods at Wanwood House.

You were saying, Doc?

I don't think the skull
fracture killed him, it's healed.

- So what did?
- It's a tough one.

Oh, look at this.

You can see these odd
discolorations. Look. Here, here.

Seems to me like the bone
marrow's been seriously depleted.

Eaten away.

While he was still alive, I mean.

Are you saying he was poisoned?

Difficult to say.

I can tell you the poor fellow
died in agony, whoever he was.

Fair loves his work, old Doc.

I could do with a few like him under me.

Enjoy your family get-together, did you?

- It was a funeral, sir. Not a wedding.
- All the better.

I hate bloody weddings.

Lots of dull speeches and
you got to buy a present.

Now, with funerals, no
one expects you to laugh

and with a bit of luck, you come
away better off than when you went.

I'm afraid me grandmother
didn't have much to leave.

Oh, well, I hope you checked down
the back of the chair cushions.

Anyway, enough of that.

Looks like we're stuck
pretending this bag of bones

is a real-life murder case.

First thing to do is check
through the records of the house.

Well, that sounds like my sort of thing.

Lots of chat and not
too much mud on me shoes.

- I was going to say that.
- I know.

My dearest Ada,

they're looking after us well
enough but I miss you desperately.

Didn't you get my last
letter? Please write soon.

Olly. Grub's up, mate.

You heard from that girl of yours yet?

Waste of time.

Reckon she's found someone else.

Someone who can wipe their own arse.

I haven't heard from Ada yet, either.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

Nurse!

Doctor.

Doctor!

Sir.

I fear this may be a wasted
trip for you, Mr Pascoe.

Company records only go back to the '60s.

And before that, your family lived here?

Oh, no, family hasn't lived
here since the First World War.

My great-grandfather converted
Wanwood into a hospital.

I suspect it was his bid for a knighthood.

- A hospital? A military hospital?
- That's right.

And it remained a hospital of one
sort or another until the 1960s.

This military hospital, was
it for the Mid Yorks Regiment?

Yes. How did you know that?

I think my grandfather was sent here.

Really? Well,

I hope he made a full recovery.

- No.
- Oh. He died?

- He disappeared.
- Disappeared?

Well, they say he deserted.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Listen, Mr Pascoe.

The way I see it, you and
I are living at the soft end

of a pretty hard century.

We simply can't imagine the situations
our ancestors found themselves in.

We think we can, but we can't.

So if your grandfather did a
runner, who are we to judge?

I don't, Mr Batty, but thank you anyway.

I'm really sorry I can't be of more help.

- Do those hospital records still exist?
- Oh, it was all such a long time ago.

I'm afraid they were destroyed.

That's Marvell.

Now you see her,

now you don't.

So, where has she gone?

Well, that's where it gets interesting.

I've been right through these tapes

and Marvell doesn't
appear again. Not anywhere.

Well, she went somewhere

where there's no camera, to
powder her nose or summat.

Sir, that corridor leads
directly into the data area.

There's nowhere else she could have gone.

That's Wendy Walker.

The alarm goes off when she
enters the data area, not before.

The alarm alerts the guards.

So now Patten's in on
the act, following Walker.

Walker. Patten.

But no Cap Marvell.

Perhaps she ran up the walls.

I think you'll find
that was Spider-Man, sir.

Who is it?
- Superintendent Dalziel.

Sorry if I interrupted your ablutions.

What do you want? I thought
I'd answered all your questions.

You did.

I've made up some new ones.

Haven't you got a phone?

Last night when you left the
laboratory, where did you go?

I'm sorry, I can't talk now.

I can come back in 10
minutes, if you like.

I won't be here in 10
minutes. I've got to go out.

Ankle better, is it?

I am sorry. Bad timing.

Call me tomorrow.

Yeah?

Yes, Wieldy.

Sir.

- What have we got?
- Looks like hit and run, sir.

Both legs broken, arm, several ribs.

Early days, but I'd say those
injuries were posthumous.

Someone killed her then ran
her over for good measure?

It's possible.

Cause of death was
actually a blow to the head.

Hoping we'd write it off as hit and run?

Well, smart thing for us to
do is pretend we believe him.

Him, sir?

Excuse us, Doc.

Go on, Wieldy. Share your
thoughts. I can take it.

Well, there is a possible
female suspect, sir.

There was something going off
between her and Marvell last night.

I know.

I witnessed round two this afternoon.

It doesn't make Marvell a killer, though.

Well, of course not, sir.

We just need to eliminate
her from our inquiries.

I'm ahead of you.

I'll put the kettle on.

I've read them all.

Nothing. No clues.

Pete, I don't think you should
start playing policeman with this.

I can't help it, Ellie,
he was my grandfather.

He vanished into thin air.

Or to America.

Maybe he just couldn't go back.

Decide now to give this up, please.

It's too late. It's
what I've always wanted.

My chance to get to the
bottom of the Pascoes.

Well, you said it yourself. "A
sadder bunch of mixed up no-hopers

- "you couldn't wish to meet. "
- Oh, come on.

Slagging off your partner's nearest
and dearest is as natural as breathing.

- You know it is.
- Sorry?

Families aren't cases, Pete.

I know they're mysteries but
they're not the kind you can solve.

I'm sorry.

I should warn you,

she doesn't look too good.

I'll be all right.

I'm sorry.

You have to say it.

It's Wendy.

Thank you.

Why me?

She had no one else.

Andy, sluice has turned
up something interesting.

Later. Later.

It's standard service issue.
There's some initials on the back.

OMW.

Owen, Oswald, Oliver maybe.

It's about 80 years old, consistent
with the age of the bones.

So, that's the end of that. Case closed.

Won't we try for an identification?

More gadgets. More money.

I have to be honest with you, all
this extra science has told us so far

is that our man had a high
level of arsenic in his body.

- Arsenic?
- No.

It's not as interesting
as you might think.

Arsenic compounds were used
quite a lot in those days,

to kill bacteria.

Can you find out any more about it?

Aye, I could, if you're keen.

To do with this case, is it?

Maybe.

What's his game? What's he up to?

What does it matter? Just keep smiling.

Your attention, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

And...

Can't get rid of me, can you?

You should be flattered.

It's been a long time since
I've run around after a woman.

What's this place, then?

I grew up round here.

This is where I used to come to escape.

A bolthole, you mean? I had one of them.

The setting wasn't so scenic, mind.

We used to keep things in here.

Secret things.

Old coins that we dug up.

Maps to find hidden treasure.

We?

My brother.

I remember one time he
forgot to close up properly

and I was livid with him. Poor boy.

What does he do now,
this brother of yours?

He's dead.

Car crash.

And now Wendy.

Isn't it strange when
you grow up in a place

and you think you know it
so well and then you come...

Let me help you.

- I can help you.
- Andy.

Tell me.

- Tell me.
- I can't.

I just can't.

I'm going for some air, Olly.

Bring some back for me, you lucky beggar.

You off, old boy?

Where do you want it?

I know King Alfred burnt the cakes
but even he could have managed pasta.

Why did he stop writing?

I mean, this is his last letter,

dated months before he
disappeared from Wanwood.

- Why did he stop?
- I don't know.

Perhaps Ada came to visit him.

No, Ada told me she never saw
him again after their wedding day.

Pete, drop it. You're
just upsetting yourself.

Yeah, it's like once he got to
Wanwood, he was already dead.

And you're upsetting me.

Olly?

Where is he? What have you done to him?

Where is he?

Robert!

- Robert! Robert!
- Olly!

Robert, help me!

- Robert!
- Olly! Olly! Olly!

Captain Batty experiments
on soldiers at Wanwood House,

killing them and saying it's infections.

If I do not get out, please
send help. Robert Pascoe.

All right, then?

Deserting, are we?

I'm sorry, Pascoe, but you
never could be told, could you?

No. No!

- No!
- Keep his uniform.

No!

Well, I think we should keep digging.

This body may not be the only one.

Well, OMW is good enough for me.

Now we can stop wasting time and men.

Sir, we can't be certain the watch is his.

Oh, you're right, Peter.
It's an assumption.

Since when have you been
satisfied with assumptions?

Listen, you.

It may have escaped your attention,
but we have a fresh corpse

lying not 20 yards from this room.

And as yet, we don't have a single
bloody lead, let alone a suspect.

What's wrong with you, Peter?

- I don't know, sir.
- Well, find out and quick.

Sir.

Sir.

A witness has come forward.

He was driving down Ludd Lane
between 7:OO and 7:30 last night.

He saw a Jeep pulled up on the verge.

And Amanda Marvell drives a Jeep.

Well, we'd better search it.

I've already sent somebody around,
sir. She's not there but the Jeep is.

Well, make a phone call. Impound it.

And when you come back, bring your coat.

There's summat I want to show you.

Superintendent. Come to
say your goodbyes, have you?

I don't expect you remember me.

Reddings warehouse last
year. Possession of a firearm.

No, sir. I was at Dartleby nick.

- PC Howard, sir.
- Jumped ship, did you?

Got yourself a cushy one watching TV?

Problem is, PC Howard,

- the camera sometimes does lie.
- What?

Superintendent, the system is foolproof.

Just one question.
Nothing to get upset about.

Uh, there's no other way to the data area?

Yeah, there is. By
crawling along the ceiling.

Short of that, you've
got to come through here

and bang, you're on Candid Camera.

DALzlEL: Ah.

- What does this do?
- It's a sensor.

You break the beam, it sets off
an alarm in our control room.

Good. Thank you.

So, is that it?

No. Not exactly.

Is he always like this?

Where the hell has he gone?

I think he's found the hole in your net.

Very impressive, sir.

But knowing what I think about smartarses,

you're wondering why I'm trying
so hard to go for the gold medal.

- The question did enter my head, sir.
- I'll tell you.

This afternoon proved one thing.

Marvell must have known this
place inside-out and back to front.

- Inside being the key word.
- Precisely.

You're coming on, Wieldy.

Pascoe will be back to opening
my fan mail if he's not careful.

But if Marvell is in league
with someone inside Wanwood,

what would be in it for them?

Ajob knitting demo banners together?

We'll only know that when
we know what she was after,

and if she found it.

Well, I had her searched,
sir. She was clean.

Whatever it is, it must be
something pretty valuable

and not just to her, either.

Mind you, I don't see
him knitting banners.

Do you?

Much as I thought.

Primitive arsenic compound
with an ethanol solvent,

trade name Menadine, antibacterial
precursor to penicillin,

used in the First World War.

- Was it effective? - In
the short-term, probably.

Nasty side effects. Internal
bleeding, heart failure.

- Weren't the manufacturers prosecuted?
- Doubt it.

Soldiers in the First
World War weren't covered

- by the Consumer Protection Act.
- No.

Thanks, Doc.

Didn't reckon Marvell for a hired hand.

What do you mean, sir?

She's in bed with the Yanks.

Evening, Andy. Got some
good news for you at last.

Oh, aye? What's that?

Forensics come through. Found some
traces of blood in Marvell's Jeep.

Same type as the victim's.

Fancy a pint?

- I'm buying.
- I can't, sir.

- I'm supposed to be at a party.
- That sounds fun.

Can I come?

I'm not sure it would be your scene, sir.

Go on, shove off. I see
enough of you as it is.

Goodnight, sir.

I need a warrant.

Name of Amanda Marvell.

Mr Pascoe, what brings you here?

Your grandfather created
Menadine, didn't he?

That's right.

Primitive by today's standards,
but very welcome in its day.

My grandfather drew on his own experiences

in the trenches to develop the drug.

I think my grandfather
knew your grandfather.

Yes, well, it's certainly possible.

I think he knew what he was up to.

Up to?

What exactly was my grandfather up to?

Injecting people, trying
out different doses,

- experimenting.
- Experimenting?

I think that when my grandfather
was wounded he was sent back here,

where he died.

Did your grandfather
experiment on him as well?

Mr Pascoe, my grandfather
was never stationed here.

He didn't come back to
Wanwood until after the war.

Well, I think he did.

Mr Pascoe, why can't you face the truth?

My grandfather was a doctor

who gave life and hope to
hundreds of wounded men.

Your grandfather was a
deserter who fled to America.

It's as simple as that.

How do you know that?
That he went to America?

- You told me.
- No, I didn't.

Then I must've seen it in records.

You said all the records were destroyed.

You know. You know, don't you?

I've no idea what you're talking about.

You know what happened to my grandfather.

Mr Pascoe,

you've been working too hard.

Go home, get some sleep.

Let the dead rest in peace.

Believe me, they're happier that way.

My client has cooperated to excess,

making no complaint about
the unauthorised removal

of her motor vehicle.

I'm very grateful for
your advice, Douglas,

but let him have his say.

I'm very sorry that your
softly-softly approach didn't work.

So am I. Believe me.

When we searched your Jeep, we
found traces of oil and rust.

Our tests suggest they come
from Wendy Walker's bicycle.

Well, I gave Wendy a lift
a couple of weeks ago.

She put her bike in the back of my Jeep.

We also found traces of blood.

Group O, same group as Wendy Walker's.

Well, I can explain that.

Um, one of our group cut her
hand on a demo the other day.

How did she manage that?

I'm not entirely sure, but I do remember

that she took a bandage
from my first aid box,

and so she might've spilt
some of her blood on the floor.

Sounds plausible.

Of course, we can check her
blood group easily enough.

I didn't kill Wendy, she was my friend.

Let's talk about the
night Wendy was killed.

You say you spent the evening at home,

after a person you
arranged to meet cancelled.

- That's correct, isn't it?
- It's correct.

Then how is it I saw you leave
your house just after 8:OO,

in a posh car, no less?

You don't have to answer
that question, Amanda.

Were you spying on me?

Just answer the question.

You made a mistake. It was dark.

There are a lot of people
who live in my building.

You made a mistake, that's all.

You're not making life easy for yourself.

When you left your chums in that
lab, what were you off to find?

Evidence, photographs, anything
that might prove useful.

- And what did you turn up?
- Nothing.

Okay, is this your usual technique,
you say that you want to help somebody

and then you just try and stitch them up?

Why did you do a runner?

- That wasn't part of the plan, was it?
- I panicked.

Funny, that.

I'm normally a good judge of character.

And I don't have you down
as the panicking type.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I'm sorry, sir, we're closing now.

Sir! We're closing now!

Mr Pascoe.

- I'm afraid we're about to...
- Close. I know.

I need to see the service bars
of all the men who were sent

- to recuperate at Wanwood House.
- I've told you before,

it's just not possible.

This is official business now, Major.

Then you will already know

that you have to apply
to the Ministry of Defence

if you want to examine the records.

I need access now.

You're not going to bully me into this.

I've no more to say.

Good evening, Mr Pascoe.

No one there.

Mr Seger.

Thanks for taking time out
from your very busy schedule.

Not a problem. I just hope
I can be of some assistance.

I'm sure you can.

Our Yorkshire roads must play
havoc with that car of yours.

We manage.

I only mention it 'cause a
passerby saw it stuck in a pothole.

At least, I assume it was stuck.

Well, you wouldn't have any other reason
to stop outside Miss Marvell's flat?

Well, I think maybe they were mistaken.

Who was this passerby?

I haven't quite been
on the level, Mr Seger.

It was me.

Mr Dalziel, why don't I arrange lunch?

So that you can discuss this
further with my attorney?

Oh, I'll get my people to
call your people, shall I?

After all, it is a murder inquiry.

Miss Marvell and the Meredith Corporation

had a matter of mutual
interest to discuss.

That's all.

A little something she had and you wanted?

No. A little something she'd
lost that we could help her find.

And did you find this little something?

No. We didn't feel that
would be... appropriate.

Then you won't mind telling
me where I can find it.

Our preliminary discussions
with Miss Marvell

suggested it was hidden
near where she fell.

DALzlEL: What? In the woods?

Apparently, there's some
kind of a ruined building,

right where the bones were discovered.

I should try looking there.

OMW.

Owen, Oswald, Oliver maybe.

His uniform was found in Liverpool docks,

hidden in a rubbish bin.

Mr Pascoe, my grandfather
was never stationed here.

He didn't come back to
Wanwood until after the war.

I thought you understood these things?

You need an expert to read them, sir.

DALzlEL: Sod that.

Look, how do you know these things
are on there if you can't see 'em?

Well, they're listed.
They just can't be read.

Well, show us the list, then.

DALzlEL: There you are.
What did I tell you?

We don't need an expert.

Africa.

Isn't that where Wanwood
have their hospital?

It's also where their
research scientist died.

Mark Fairclough.

Maybe he was Marvell's man on the inside.

I've got a contact number
for a Mrs Fairclough.

- His wife?
- No, sir, his mother.

Pete! Where have you been?

What happened to you? What happened?

Oh!

This better turn up something, Wieldy.

I don't like upsetting grieving
relatives for no good reason.

If it doesn't, sir, I'll buy you lunch.

Mrs Fairclough?

Yes.

We'd like to talk to
you about your son, Mark.

Hello, Cap.

I want you to call somebody right now.

- Like who, the police?
- Oh, very funny.

I have to finish this.

Oh, don't tell me. You
have to do it on your own.

That's right.

I don't believe this.

Pete, you're the most measured
and cautious man I ever met.

Sometimes I wish you weren't but you are.

Now, get back into character, please.

My grandfather is buried in that wood.

- Pete...
- He's probably lying 10 yards

- from where they found that body.
- Peter, that's enough.

The man, when he was chasing me,
I slammed the door on his arm.

That's it.

I don't want to hear any more about this.

I am sick of it!

Ooh!

Both my children took after me.

Strong-willed and difficult.

So you and Mark fell out?

I jacked in research because
I no longer believed in it.

Mark stayed on.

It made for some pretty nasty rows.

When I got divorced, I kept my name.

I didn't want anyone to know
that Mark was my brother.

Then one day he turned up out of
the blue and said he wanted to talk.

He found out what Batty was up to?

Well, he had his suspicions, at least.

He thought the dosage levels
looked dangerously high.

So he spoke to Batty, who assured
him there was nothing untoward.

But Mark wasn't quite convinced.

So Batty sent him to
Africa to see for himself.

Mmm.

We never saw him again.

The last time I spoke to him,

he was in some fly-blown village
on the edge of the Sahara.

He was very frightened.

He said he thought his life was in danger

and he made me promise to
carry on where he had left off.

And he told you how to do it.

Right down to the file names
and the surveillance system.

Yes, but when I sprained my ankle,

I knew I'd never be
able to get the disc out

so that's why I hid it.

And made contact with Mr Seger?

Well, by then I was desperate.

I'd have done anything to get the
truth out about David Batty and Wanwood.

Pity you didn't tell Wendy that.

Captain Batty experiments
on soldiers at Wanwood House.

Killing them and saying it's infections.

If I do not get out, please
send help. Robert Pascoe.

The good Doctor Batty has
got a lot to answer for.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Sir?

Whatever he's up to in
Africa is worth killing for.

You think he murdered Mark Fairclough?

I reckon he knows the man who did.

He fixed it up to look
like a road accident.

Case closed.

But Wendy Walker didn't know about Africa.

That's the tragedy.

Batty had seen the surveillance tapes.

He thought Walker had
stolen the disc, not Marvell.

So Batty went after her instead.

Road accident number two. His speciality.

Hang on a minute, sir.

Detective Inspector Pascoe.
I want to see David Batty.

He's tied up, in a meeting.

Well, you'd better go and untie
him, or I'll do you for obstruction.

And I hope most of all

that the last few days
have proved one thing,

that Wanwood deserves equal
status in our shared future.

Hear, hear.

Mr Pascoe, as you can see,
we're rather busy at the moment.

Roll up your sleeve. Your right sleeve.

Mr Pascoe, you're not
making a shred of sense.

How many wounded soldiers
did it take to make Menadine?

Wasn't just Olly Wilson
and my grandfather, was it?

- That's why you tried to kill me.
- Kill you?

You're insane.

How many other bodies
are buried in that wood?

Ten, 20, 100?

Mr Pascoe, this is ancient history.

As I've already told you...

Are we going to have to dig them all up?

Show the man your arm, David.

Doctor Batty?

Police! Stop him!

It's all right, lad. We're already here.

I requisitioned this from
David Batty's drinks cupboard.

I'm sure he won't mind.

You're a proper Charlie,
turning up here on your own.

Responsible citizen like you
should've called the police.

Had to be sure.

Try telling that to
the prosecution council.

Maverick cop wages private war?

That'll be the headline, you know.

Still, I reckon there's enough there
to send him down for a few years.

It puts Marvell in the clear.

Aye. And me in the dock.

- Pete?
- DALzlEL: Hello.

Here's a pretty nurse.

I'd better go clear up your mess, then.

Thanks, Andy.

You can kiss goodbye
to your American deal.

There'll be other deals.

I wouldn't bet on it.

We found tyre prints at the
scene of Wendy Walker's murder.

They match the tyres of your Jeep.

And you think that'll
be enough to convict me?

Oh, I expect you'll try
and buy your way out of it.

But then of course, there's Africa.

So you were testing your
drugs on the local population.

Sometimes you got the
dosage wrong. What the hell?

Who cares about a few
defenceless individuals?

You're weak, Dalziel.

Like all sentimental do-gooders.

First time I've been
accused of doing good.

Think about the lives we'll save,
not about the handful we've lost.

Don't you care about the broader canvas?

Then ask someone with lung cancer.

Ask them if they care.

Bet the neighbours love you.

Bet the neighbours aren't starving.

I think we should talk.

We've talked, remember?

Yes, but we were interrupted, remember?

Any road, I brought you a present.

Highland Park. Think you'll like it.

I don't think so, Andy.

Why didn't you tell
me what you were doing?

- You got there in the end.
- That's not the point.

You're a policeman.

And therefore not to be trusted.

What the hell?

You didn't trust me, either, did you?

I am sorry, you know.

Well, it's here if you change your mind.

Fancy a drink, puss?