All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S01E03.An.Autumn.Shroud.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

[crowd murmuring][bells ringing]

- Just hold it there please.

Great, thank you.

- Reckon they'll make
a go of it sir?

- What?

- Pascal and his misses.

- They better.

Someone spent a lot on all this.

- Who's the Scotsman
with the kilt?

-[Ellie's Father] Peter's boss.

- How odd.

- Smile for the fat controller.

- You're looking lovely love.

- Never thought I'd
hear you say it.

Glad you could come.

I always said you were
the right looking sort.

- Tell him that not me.

- Why do you think
he married you?

- You mean it was your fault?

- Never could make up
his mind, till pushed.

That's education for you.

- Expect you'll be heading
back to Yorkshire then sir.

- I thought I'd stay around.

Supervise the honeymoon.

Someone's gotta make
sure everything

goes in the right place.

- Would the fat gentleman mind

moving out of the way please?

Thank you sir.

- He doesn't know where
we're going does he?

- No, and if we told him he
probably would've joined us.

You've become an obsession
with him.

I don't mean he fancies you,
but he's lonely and jealous.

- No wonder you can't
sell your novel.

- Everybody look this
way, and smile please.

[camera shutter clicks]
[downbeat music]

- Silence in court.

All rise for the judge.

- Thoguht you said no speeches?

- I did.

- I think there's just
cause for a few words.

I reckon I know what's his
name better than anyone.

[guests laughing]

He's a good lad.

A first rate copper, and
I reckon he'll go far.

Now I've always had
my eye on him,

and I'm proud to say
I've always tried

to give him a leg over.

[guests laughing]

- He's drunk.

- He never gets drunk.

- I mean a leg up in his career.

-[Man] We know what you mean.

- Except tonight he'll have
to manage for his self.

- Did you ask him?

- Nope, he asked himself.

- Now Ellie I don't
know so well.

-[Man] Who?

- Ellie.

She's a clever lass though.

That's says after her
name DFC and all that.

Ellie, it's a hard job
being the wife of a plod.

-[Man] That's true.

- But it's a grand
and rewarding one.

Or so my misses used to say.

Until she left me
for the milk man.

- No wonder.

- And I do miss him.

[guests laughing]

Folks.

Now I give you the bridal pair.

May their policeman's lot
always be a happy one.

The bridal pair.

-[Guests] The bridal pair.

[guests cheering and applauding]

- Have a good old day sir.

- I will, and you.

[downbeat music]

[classical music]

[downbeat music]

[urine pattering]

[classical music]

[engine whining]

[bell ringing]
[downbeat music]

Hey you!

Row over and give us a push!

Come on.

Oh sod it.

What about a drink?

- It is with sadness that
we come to this place

bearing the body of our friend.

It is precious to us for
it reminds us of Conrad,

in whose life we
have had a share.

And so we commit his
body to the ground

from which we all
come and to which

our bodies will all return.

Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to dust.

- Water to water.

- Shut up you silly prat.

- Where you headed then?

- Well I'm supposed to
be on a touring holiday.

If I could plan out for this
bloody Lincolnshire weather.

Who is that in the coffin?

- Mr. Conrad Fielding.

- Who's he?

- Mrs. Fielding's husband.

-[Andy] That's Mrs. Fielding
in the veil?

-[Papworth] Yes.

The old man's her father-in-law.

Then there's the three children,

Louisa, Bertie and Nigel.

-[Andy] There were three more.

-[Papworth] Nah,
they're visitors.

Hank and his sister Mavis
and Mr. Charley Tillotson.

Just happened to be staying
at Lake House when he died.

- Lake House?

How far is that from here?

- Couple of mile.

They might let you fool
with them there.

If they're feeling friendly.

- Come back here Papworth.

- Some fool here who
can't get his car started.

- Just bring him then.

- Hang on, I'll get me coat.

And me case.

[gentle downbeat music]

- You must be the
stranded driver.

I suppose you want
to call the garage.

- Suppose I do.

- There's a phone in
the house, follow me.

Nigel, you're completely soaked.

Go an change, chop chop.

Go help yourself to the phone.

- I'd like to dry me
things and get changed.

A hot bath wouldn't
go amiss either.

- We're all wet.

And I'm afraid this
isn't a hotel.

- Mrs. Fielding, I've
had a hard day.

Me teeth are chattering
and me kecks are soaked.

Couldn't you manage a bath?

- I don't see why not.

I'll show you the way.

[gentle downbeat music]

- That's me whole bloody
wardrobe for a fortnight.

- Nevermind, they'll soon dry.

Give them to me.

Jacket too.

Look in the wardrobe, my
husband's clothes are still
there.

- Big fellow was he?

- Not by your standards
but I'm sure

you'll find something
that'll do.

I'll show you the bathroom
and give me your trousers

when you've changed them, I
might as well dry the whole lot.

- You're a kind woman
Mrs. Fielding.

A lot on your plate.

- I'm used to it.

By the way this is my room.

[gentle downbeat music]

[Andy mumbling]

- Propranolol?

Hmm.

- Stormy east wind straining.

And pale yellow woods
were waning.

The broad stream in his
banks complaining.

Heavily the low sky raining.

Over tower'd Camelot.

- Who was that?

- Hmm?

You're not of poetic
disposition?

- Well, yes and no.

- That sir was Alfred,
Lord Tennyson.

The other Lincolnshire poet.

His house at Somersby
isn't far from here.

You're wearing my son's clothes.

Ye gods.

Ye gods how little
time it takes.

- I'm sorry about your son
but all my things are soaked.

- You knew him then?

- Your son?

No, I didn't.

I'm here by accident.

- Accident, everything's
put down to accident.

Known Bonnie long?

- Mrs. Fielding?

No I don't know anyone.

- Does that mean you're
from the Gumbalo?

- Excuse me, I've got
to sort out my car.

- In that case, good day sir.

I doubt we'll meet again.

[gentle downbeat music]

[low murmuring]

- Mr. Dalziel.

Feeling better?

- Yes, thank you.

- Do you want to call
a break down service?

- Oh if I may yeah.

- But how will you get
back to your car?

- He's got his Wellingtons.

- Oh don't be so
heartless Bertie.

We'll arrange for the local
garage to collect your car.

I'm sure that's the
most sensible solution.

- It's Sunday, they're closed.

- Well in that case Bertie
I'm sure you'll join me

in inviting Mr. Dalziel to stay.

At least until the
rain subsides.

You could sort your
car out tomorrow

and we'd all be delighted
to have you, wouldn't we?

- That little sod Nigel's
run off again.

Found this note in the hall.

- Oh god.

Well, he's such a sensible
boy, it's not the first time.

He'll come back soon.

Mr. Dalziel, would
you excuse us?

We have some family
problems to settle.

- A business conference.

Meeting of the investors.

- You understand under
the circumstances.

- I do Mrs. Fielding.

I'll walk round.

- Lunch at 2:00 p.m.

Cold joint in the pantry if
you're hungry before then.

- Could I have a
look at the note?

- Yes, why not?

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

"I'm leaving home because A,

"my future plans don't
coincide with yours.

"B, I don't wish
to live off money

"coming from my father's death.

"And C, there are some
people I don't like near me."

A, B, C.

I like that.

[gentle downbeat music]

Bugger me.

- You again.

- Family are in conference.

I was just having a look around.

- For anything in particular
or just in general?

- Your grandson's missing.

He's run away.

- Wouldn't be too much
to hope you mean Bertie?

- No, Nigel.

- Silly lad.

I don't suppose he's
run far heaven knows.

'Twas ever thus, while was wrong

you didn't have to kill
the thing you love.

Wait long enough and
they just go away.

- He's run away before?

- We Fieldlings are
all runners away.

Ran away myself in the 30s
to the Spanish civil war.

Wrote a book about it too.

I was on the wrong
side of course.

As far as fashionable politics
were concerned always am.

I had to wait until the 50s
for my reputation to revive.

- I see, you're a writer.

- That's it isn't it?

You hang on long enough
and become a grand old man.

The awards for length,
not merit.

Anyone looking for him?

No, typical.

Her own damn business
comes first.

Come on, let's go and
find Mrs. Greave.

This is where she camps out.

Mrs. Greave?

-[Annie] Who's there?

- Here Fielding, we're
looking for Nigel,

do you know where he's got to?

- Just a minute Mr. Fielding.

Sorry Mr. Fielding I
was just having a nap.

Nigel, no idea where he is.

- Is that something burning?

- No, that isn't.

Now if you'll excuse me
it's time I got dressed

and started thinking
about lunch, okay?

- I expect it was lunch
you smelled burning.

It usually is.

- She the cook?

- So she claims.

And Papworth with equal
improbability

claims to be the handyman
gardener.

- Is Papworth knocking her off?

- Knocking her off?

I do hope not.

She's his daughter.

- Hey, what's this?

Some kind of night club?

- You could say so.

Should this sad enterprise
ever come to fruition,

then it'll be called the
Medieval Banqueting Hall.

Trades Description
Act permitting.

- You mean people will eat here?

- People will eat here.

At the given signal
mead will be drunk,

and chicken legs thrown
over the right shoulder.

I believe medieval banquets
have grown popular in the north.

My fond and foolish family
thinks that Lincolnshire folk

are just as gullible.

- Where are the builders?

Stop for the funeral?

- No such scruple from
Gibbs and Flower.

[laughing]

They stopped for the money.

- Looking for me Mr. Fielding?

- Yes Pappy, Nigel's run off.

- Perhaps he took
the rowing boat.

I just saw it out on the lake.

But there weren't nobody in it.

- Then we better take a look.

- The boat was empty?

- There are three possibilities.

Nigel abandoned ship and
the boat drifted away,

or it was drifting anyway

and he's gone somewhere
quite different.

- Or he could've got
into trouble and drowned.

- That's the third.

Can he swim?

- Like a fish.

Nigel's all right.

[phone ringing]

- Shall I answer it?
- No, I'll get it.

Hello?

Nigel.

Thank god you're all right.

They found the boat floating
and I thought you might...

Yes Nigel, of course
you should have.

Where are you now?

- Well?

- He just rang off.

- Where is the boy?

- Didn't say, just
that he's all right

and thought that we
might be worried.

Here, come along let's
dry you off.

- Someone ought to
tell Papworth.

Your turn Bertie.

- Why don't you go?

- I'm older than you,
and colder than you,

and wetter than you, and
I'm a guest in your house.

Just get a move on.

- I'm impressed Mr. Dalziel.

Natural leadership qualities

- Aye.

I better get changed meself.

Need some more clothes
from the late lamented.

Hope he didn't die
of out catching.

- Unless having a hole drilled
in your chest is catching.

- What did you just say?

- Don't you know?

He fell off a ladder
in the banqueting hall.

The builders stopped coming

so Conrad thought he'd
do it himself.

Fell off the ladder with
an electric drill

when the ladder slipped.

Unfortunately he landed
on the drill.

- He really did do himself aye?

Was he alone?

- You better get changed
Mr. Dalziel.

[gentle downbeat music]

[family murmuring]

- Ah, thanks Mrs. Greave.

So what's for our delight?

- Sausages.

She must've decided
to cook something

extra special for our guest.

- Isn't grandpa coming down?

- No, he's not too well.

The funeral upset him.

Here's over 70 Mr. Dalziel.

- Hope he doesn't snuff it
before the Gumbalo comes.

- Louisa.

- What is all this
Gumbalo business?

- The Gumbalo?

Really man, the great
American foundation.

They've given Here an award.

- What for?

- He's a great poet.

At least that's what
the Gumbalo decided.

- What does he get?

Plaque on the wall?

- $50,000 dollars Mr. Dalziel.

- They're coming tomorrow.

Here's too old to
fly to New York.

Thank goodness they
didn't come today.

- Just hope he'll find a
way to enjoy the money.

Nothing to do with it
round here is there?

- He could give it
to the restaurant.

- He won't, 'cause he
cannot stand you Bertie.

Pity you don't know
how to be nice.

- You going out?

In this weather?

- Rain stopped.

I've letters to post.

- You all right Mrs. Fielding?

- I was just wondering
how the hell

we open a restaurant
in six days time.

- Postpone it.

You've just had a tragedy.

- I can't.

Conrad took advance bookings
for the opening night.

Rotary, Burls Club.

- And spends it, so you
can't pay it back.

- Oh he never did
understand money.

It's why the contractors
stopped work

and why he went up the ladder.

- Whose idea was all this?

- Bertie's worked for a
big financial conglomerate

in Liverpool, Provisional
Traders.

When he saw the estate
was in trouble

he came up with this
medieval banquet idea.

- And that's where he
met the Liverpool hippie?

- Hank, yes.

He's a filmmaker.

There was a fire in
his studio and,

well, he had nowhere to make
his films so he does them here.

In exchange he's done
our decor and design.

Mavis does the costumes.

- Saucy serving wenches.

Who was this Charley Tillotson?

- Oh some yahoo friend
of Louisa's.

Joined in when he heard there
was some money to be made.

- Is there?

- I don't know Mr. Dalziel.

Conrad used to say,
"Bonnie darling,

"It's just one step to
summer from here."

But it isn't.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Grand sausages yesterday.

They must've kept Mr.
Greave very happy.

- Kept who?

- Your husband.

Dead is he?

- That's right, he passed on.

- Ah.

Accident was it?

- I don't wish to talk about it.

- Then your loving dad
found you a place here?

- Who?

- Mr. Papworth.

Found you a nice place here.

- Needed a cook housekeeper
didn't they?

- I reckon they'll
need one even more

when the restaurant opens.

- I reckon they will.

- So, how long ago was this?

- That I came here?

'Bout six months ago, seven.

Look, I'm just the
paid help here.

So if you'll excuse me
I better get dressed.

- Oh allow me.

I wouldn't want you
to spill anything.

- You don't have to look do you?

- I hope you and your father
enjoy your breakfast in bed.

- Just get lost you.

[downbeat music]

- I do beg your pardon.

- Mr. Dalziel.

- I didn't realize.

- Your clothes are dry.

I went over them with an iron,
they should be fit to wear.

- Thank you.

Very kind.

- Well, we'll be eating soon.

So we better not hang
about here had we?

- No.

Quite right.

Sergeant Cross.

Remember me from the wedding?

- Yes.

You made that speech.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

- Oh, my turn.

- Don't get up Sergeant.

What's up with you?

Hard day's night?

- Stakeout, chicken rustlers.

Eight hours stuck
in a hen battery.

- They'll come right
after you stop.

- Well, how can I help sir?

- I need some info
off the record.

Do you know a family
called Fielding?

They live out at Lake
House near High Fold.

- Ah.

- Sorry, I don't understand
the local dialect.

What does, "Ah," mean?

An old cheeky give us a kiss?

- It means are you a
friend of theirs or not?

- They gave me succor
when my need was great.

I needed shelter and
they took me in.

- Fine looking woman
Mrs. Fielding.

- Yeah, I spotted that
Sergeant, thank you.

- Her first husband
was Mike Percival.

Percival has owned that
house for generations.

They married, made daughter,
Louisa, must've met her.

Percival died six months later,

she inherited the house and
married Conrad Fielding.

By whom she'd already had
a child out of wedlock.

- Bertie.

I knew that bastard
was a bastard.

Conrad Fielding's death,
who investigated it?

- I did.

- Coroner's verdict?

- Accidental.

- You don't look to me
like a man convinced.

- You're right, I weren't.

Several things were odd.

This is the scene of death.

Now the body'd already been
moved when I got there,

but according to Mrs. Fielding

Conrad had been up a
ladder and fallen 20 feet.

Now the drill was still
running and had locked on.

You can see what it did to him.

- Very nasty.

What speed was he using?

- I don't know, but it
tore his heart out.

- You said several things?

- The way they behaved.

Hardly a sign of grief
amongst the lot of them

except for the young boy.

More interested in
their business problems.

- Bertie's balls up.

- Then there was a phone
call to the insurance people.

According to their man,
an anonymous woman rang

and told them to investigate
before they paid any money,

which as far as I know
they haven't been.

If you don't mind
me saying so sir,

this is my case, not yours.

You're here on holiday.

- It's all yours Sergeant.

I just like to know what
I'm getting meself into.

- Sir, since you're there,
do you happen to know

if the restaurant's
opening on Saturday?

- You're a Parana beef man.

I'd never have guessed.

- I'm treasurer of
the Bowls Club.

It's our annual treat.

- Well I know Mrs. Fielding
means to do her best.

- Poor woman, tragic life.

That's two husbands she's
lost in nasty circumstance.

- Ah, what happened
to Mike Percival?

- Didn't I say?

Accident on the lake.

Fell out of a duck punt
and was drowned.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Lake House job, what
about it then?

- You've stopped work Mr. Gibbs.

What was it?

A strike?

Leaves on the line?

- I'm not a charity.

And I found out they
couldn't pay for work done

I decided not to chuck
good money after bad.

- But it's nearly done.

Why not finish off
and grab the cash

from the restaurant profits?

- You reckon they'll
make some do you?

-[Andy] Oh, you think
they won't?

- Don't just think.

I had inside information.

- Go on, let me guess.

An anonymous phone
call, from a woman?

[gentle downbeat music]

- Hello, can I speak
to Mrs. Smith please?

Well I've been telling
two to her all day.

I don't know what she--

- All right, who are you?

- Let go or I'll
call the police.

- Don't shout too loud,
I'm here already.

Why are you following me?

- I didn't realize, hold on.

- Where are you going there?

- My business card.

We're on the same side, really.

- Alfred Spinx, claims
department, Anchorite Insurance.

You were following
the Fieldings.

You were following me.

What's it all about Alfie?

- I'm a claims adjuster.

- Ah, and you'd like to
adjust the claim on Lake House

so you don't have to pay up?

- I've every reason to.

I had a tip-off you see.

- I know.

A phone call from a woman.

Well, what did she say?

- You really want to know?

- Yeah.

- "Hello," well that's
me actually.

"You thinking of paying
insurance on Conrad Fielding?

"I wouldn't."

- You wrote down the
whole bloody conversation?

- Of course.

Me, "Who's that speaking?"

I was playing for time you see.

- Very clever.

- Her, "Never mind.

"Ask what a man in his condition

"would be doing up a ladder."

Me, "Wait a minute,
don't ring off."

- Well?

- She rung off.

In fact I was getting ready
to pay when I heard about you.

- What?

- Well the phone call
this morning.

"Hello, remember me?"

That's her.

- Just the abridged version
please Alfie.

- She said if we were
thinking of paying,

the police were onto it now.

They had a detective
staying at the house.

- Did she ask for money?

- Well, what do you think
Superintendent?

Was Conrad Fielding's
death suspicious?

[gentle downbeat music]

- Oh, Mr. Dalziel you're back.

Did you get your car mended?

- Not quite.

They had to send to
Norwich for a part.

- Oh dear.

Well in that case you must
stay with us until it's fixed.

- Oh, well, if that's
not too much bother.

- No, not at all.

And perhaps in return
you could help me.

I'm having trouble
with the Gumbalos.

They arrived this
morning and now

Here's refusing to
accept the award.

Seems to think you're
the only person

around here with
any sense at all.

I was wondering, would
you speak to him?

- Yeah, why not.

- These yanks plainly know
nothing about my work.

They only poem they seem
aware of is Guernica.

Which like the event
itself has the date 1937.

I have worked since.

[guests murmuring]

Oh, you again.

Come and meet a literary
pest called Butt.

- Gervase Butt.

I'm covering the presentation
for the London Book Review.

- Hello Butt.

Here, you haven't really
turned down this bloody prize?

- Just what I was saying.

It's the most prestigious prize
in contemporary literature,

and surely poetic effulgence
deserves its due reward.

- I know nothing about that.

But I do know what
$50,000 dollars

adds up to in bottles
of five-star brandy.

- What does it add up to?

- A lot of booze Here.

More than enough to see you out.

- And in your considered
opinion,

and with your knowledge
of this household,

you really think I'll be allowed

a lifetime long enough
to drink it?

- I do.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Hereward Fielding, on behalf
of the Gumbalo Foundation

I ask you to accept this award
for services to literature.

It comes with the admiration
of beauty lovers everywhere.

-[Gervase] Bravo.

[applauding]

- You're supposed
to reply grandpa.

- Oh, well let me
pocket this first.

What can I say?

Better late than never.

But I have been writing
for half a century,

and 50 years is very
late indeed.

If you'd given this
to me when I was 20,

I could've bought a big meal,

a floppy hat like Roy Campbell,

and one of the tarts
at the Cafe Royal.

[laughing]

When I was 30 I could've
bought the kids a holiday

and given my wife a
sunnier disposition.

Now I'm old and ill, I've no
appetite for food or women,

and civilization is
just not to be had.

So I can only repeat
what we said in the war.

Thank you America, but you
have arrived a bit bloody late.

Bonnie, my glass is empty
and my plate is bare.

[applauding]

- Mr. Fielding, could
we go next door

and do a quick interview?

Nothing in the least
bit painful.

- Not now Mr. Butt.

- I don't have much time.

I have to go off to
Brazil overnight

to interview a very famous
South American novelist.

- How very amusing for you.

I hope I'll be here and
alive when you get back.

Excuse me, I have
to go to my room

to stow away this little check.

- What a crowd of ponces.

As for Butt, I'd like
to kick him in it.

[Bonnie mumbling]

Too bloody right.

- Oh, what on Earth's
happening here?

Mrs. Greave hasn't done
a thing, where is she?

Soon everyone will be starving.

- Well, at least there
are sausages.

She must buy them at
a car boot sale.

Why don't I throw
some into a pan?

- Oh yes, yes please.

- I don't know who's drunk
all the decent stuff.

There's not much left.

And Mrs. Greave has disappeared.

- What do you mean disappeared?

- Well, I tried her
door, it's locked.

Well, I better go and
keep them topped up.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Thank you.

Bye.

Oh Andy, thank you for
all that, really.

God I'm whacked.

- You've had a hard day Bonnie.

You ought to lie down.

- Why don't you lie
down with me?

- Aye.

Happen I will.

[laughing]

Get over.

- Not used to this are you Andy?

- Not lately.

But I'll tell you this,

it's the first time
I've laughed on the job.

- What does that mean?

- It means you're a kind
woman Bonnie Fielding.

You let me work along
at me own pace.

- It's a quiet afternoon.

Family most probably drinking
themselves silly downstairs.

No need to rush.

What are you thinking about?

- Mrs. Greave.

- What are you doing?

- Opening the door.

- What are you looking for?

- Suede shoes.

I should've worked
it out before.

There anything missing
from the house?

- Apart from the cook?

- Some cook.

Didn't Charley say there
was wine missing?

- Yes, yes he did.

- Can I have a look
in your cellars.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Everything seems all right.

- Really?

This rack's a bit
sparse isn't it?

Where are the missing bottles?

Not in this.

Only half a dozen in here.

Someone's been nicking
your wine.

- I can't believe it.

You don't think Mrs. Greave?

- Real name Annie Grimshaw.

Open Annie as she's
known in Liverpool.

- Ah, Mr. Daziel,

want a drink?
- Forget it sonny,

not just now.
- Oh come on,

it's a celebration mate.

- Slow down Bertie.

Mrs. Greave has been
raiding the cellar.

Mr. Dalziel is calling
the police.

- No Mother, I'll
call the police.

Mr. Dalziel?
- Bertie please.

- Dring dring, dring
dring, anybody there?

I'd like to speak to a big,
fat, ugly detective please.

Recognize the description
Mr. Dalziel?

So, what happens next?

- I'll tell you what
happens next.

First, you start being
polite to me and my rank,

then we start digging
into what really

makes this place tick.

- You mean you're a policeman
Mr. Dalziel?

- Aye, but you knew that already
didn't you Mrs. Fielding?

- You could've said Mr. Dalziel.

- Sometimes it creates a bit
of a crisis of confidence,

telling your host you're
a policeman.

- Doesn't it create a
crisis of confidence

being in a house under
false pretenses?

You mustn't blame Bonnie.

- Blame her for what?

- Going through your
pockets when you came here.

It's what you do when
you hang a suit to dry.

- My card was inside my wallet.

What was she doing,
ironing my money?

When did she tell you exactly?

- This morning.

There was talk of asking
you to invest

in the restaurant too.

- I hope you've put that
Gumbalo check somewhere safe.

- Oh don't worry.

I've put it away until I decide
how I'm going to spend it.

- Why all the fuss
about taking it?

- Ambition Mr. Dalziel.

This year I equal Browning.

In another three, they'll
bring me up to wordsmith

and if I can hang on for
three, I'll pass Tennyson.

- What do you mean?

- Mr. Dalziel, when
you live in a house

of greedy and impecunious
relatives,

having a fortune is not
a comfortable scene.

I'm an old man, you won't
find me shot or stabbed.

There are other ways of
easing old men to the grave.

- Quite an allegation
Mr. Fielding.

Anyway, that won't happen
while I'm here.

- Bravo, a champion.

Sound the trumpet three times.

[Cross mumbling]

- Someone's nicked all

the expensive bits
from the ovens.

You were right, this was
thoguht out over weeks.

Someone else is missing too.

Papworth.

We don't think he's
gone far though,

his things are still
in his room.

- Got anything on him?

- Nothing official.

Good workman, tough,
gets into fights.

- Womanizer?

- Not a criminal one.

Where do you think Annie is?

- Probably back in
Liverpool figuring the loot.

Papworth could've gone with her.

- Look sir, I'm run off my feet.

Three hours sleep last night.

If you stop in, could
you lend a hand?

- They could boot me out at
any minute now they know me ID.

But I think they've
fallen for me sausages.

I'll give you a shout
of how it happens.

- Thanks.

Well, back to the chicken coop.

- By the way, better resign
from the Bowls Club now,

before they throw you out.

Night Sergeant.

[gentle downbeat music]

[crunching]

Who's that?

Oh.

It's you Charley.

Hunting for rabbits?

- Mr. Dalziel.

It's true you're a policeman.

Sir George Forester
was my godfather,

used to be the chief
constable of Worcester.

You know him?

- No, but I used
to have a budgie

that whistled the
Eaton Bolton song.

What are you looking to do now?

- What do you mean?

- You were in enough
trouble already.

Now the booze is gone,
the ovens are knackered.

If I'd been an investor
I'd think

I was just about in the shit.

- It's well insured.

I expect that covers
us for theft.

- Now Spinx is on the trail.

- Bloody sphincter.

- Put all your savings
in did you Charley?

How much did you invest?

- Couple of thousand.

Everything I have.

- Can they hold you responsible.

Did you sign anything?

- Nothing, except the check
that I gave to Conrad.

- If you're ever in the
market for a used car

give me a call.

Sorry son, time I took a stroll.

[gentle downbeat music]

Hello sailor.

[thunder crashing]

- Yeah, looks like a
drowning all right.

There's an abrasion to his head.

Could be from when he fell in.

Are those boards rotten?

-[Cross] Yeah.

- Were there any traces?

- Some blood on the hit spots.

- We'll have to wait for
the postmortem to confirm it

but I'd say an accident.

Pier gave way and he cracked
his skull when he went in.

- Thanks Harry.

- You can have too many
accidents in one place.

- Something in this lake.

- I've got this old
instinct Cross.

It says where there's a lake
there could also be a body.

But I thought Mrs. Greave.

Or maybe Papworth.

But not Spinx.

[phone ringing]

- Sergeant Cross.

Right.

Bugger it.

- Let me guess, they've
taken the chickens already?

- That's right Superintendent.

Nicked the bloody lot.

[gentle downbeat music]

[gravel crunching]

[gentle music]

- All set to fight
officer, hold it.

What a shot, the great
detective at work.

You shouldn't try firing that,

you'll blow yourself to pieces.

- Someone's been using this.

- Charley probably.

He's longing to murder
some duck.

- What were you doing last
night when we needed you?

- You think I have
something to do

with whatever happened
to old sphincter?

I wasn't here was I?

- Mr. Uniff, I know Mr. Spinx

was a stupid git but he's dead.

It's time to answer
some serious questions,

like what the hell you do
when you do choose to be here.

[disjointed music]

That'll do.

- What's wrong man?

Don't you like surreal movies?

It's an experiment
with language.

The characters are all
letters and words.

I do the filming and
Mav does the animation.

All right?

- It's not Walt Disney is it?

Let's experiment with
some more language.

Like, what the hell's all this.

Editing Suite.

Neat eh?

- Must have cost
a bloody fortune.

How'd you pay for it?

- I came into a little
money officer.

Like Here.

- You mean they paid you
for your life's work?

I wouldn't.

Is this typical of the
art of Hank Uniff?

- That's more your line is it?

Sorry, not for sale.

- Ever hear of the
Obscene Publications Act?

- Oh come on man, you're
not a prude are you?

- No, I'm a policeman.

So I'll forget about it.

If you could tell me
where you were last night.

- Ah, I went to Auburn
for a drink.

- And got back around
2:00 this morning.

So how about I have a
word with the landlord?

Who is he?

- Officer, please.

You wouldn't want me to
shop a friend would you?

Now am I free to go?

- For the moment.

Ah, Mr. Gibbs.

Morning.

- Morning.

- Who sent you back on?

-[Gibbs] Mr. Fielding.

- Well well.

Poetry pays.

Very sad about the
accident wasn't it?

- Old fool.

Shouldn't have been
up there should he?

- Funny you should say that.

- I was trying to work
out what he was doing.

He had a ladder up,
was he fixing

a junction box or something?

- There's none to fix is there?

Finished that last week.

- So how long will it
all take to finish?

- Three or four days
Mr. Fielding.

If you pay overtime.

- I will Mr. Gibbs.

I'll slip into the
bank in Auburn,

you'll have cash in your
hand before the day's done.

- You decided to invest
after all Mr. Fielding?

- A foolish decision you
may think, but freely made.

Don't the say, blood's
thicker than water.

- We could ask Mr. Spinx that.

- Come into Auburn with
me Mr. Dalziel.

We'll go at lunch time and
sample the menu at the Hamilton.

- Postmortem report on Spinx.

- Accident is it?

They're the local speciality.

- You think something different?

- This is DCI Balderstone,
Lincolnshire CID.

- We were just discussing
the case.

You're Superintendent DL?

- Here for a quiet holiday.

So, you do admit
there is a case?

- Never seen so many
suspicious circumstances.

Lady with two dead
husbands, body in the lake,

two people unaccounted for,

missing cook, disappeared
handyman.

- Prodigal son, that's three.

- Insurance investigation,
theft of property.

- The only known crime.

I reckon that'll be swept
under the carpet soon.

- How do you mean
Superintendent?

- Don't you remember?

We stored the booze
elsewhere officer.

What kitchen equipment?

It was never ordered.

Mrs. Greave?

Oh she had permission to leave.

Yeah, I think I'm getting
the hang of Lake House.

But it's not my case
is it Sergeant?

- It is a citizen's
duty to provide

what information they can.

- Funny you should say that.

That's why I brought this.

Simple, but my own.

It's called the Dalziel's quiz.

- What is it?

- It's just a few things
I'd like you to check.

- This is a whole
morning's work.

- You've got the facilities,
I haven't.

Oh and have a look at this.

- God's sake it's a dead rat.

- A frozen dead rat.

I'd like an autopsy.

Just to confirm the
cause of death.

- Is this a joke Superintendent?

- I never joke.

And if anything turns
up you'll find me

having a slap up at the Lady H.

- See what you mean.

- I think we need
another bottle.

What do you say Dalziel?

- Enough's enough Here.

- I can afford it you know.

- Affording it's one thing,
keeping it down's another.

Tell me why you changed
your mind

about putting the Gumbalo
money into the banqueting hall.

- Ah.

Intimations of mortality
Mr. Dalziel.

Fear of the endless
end of things.

My life has been a sad one.

Sadder than ever
this last month.

But there's the future
of the young to think of.

Mr. Dalziel, I want
to thank you.

- Me?

What for?

- For being an audience.

We all need an audience.

Oh the light of the
spirit's a very fine thing

But you can't be a monk
without flaunting your ring

And strangely enough
I believe you will find

You can't be a tart
without flaunting your mind

- Oh no.

- Get in the police
car with me sir.

- I never touched the ignition.

- We found Mrs. Greave.

- Liverpool?

- A shallow grave
in Epping Forest.

- Must've been taking
the long way home.

- A bit over the
edge of strangle.

Man out horse riding
found her a few hours ago.

We checked around and we found

she was the woman you
reported missing.

Were you expecting?

- I thought she might
be in Liverpool

with a few thousand quid on her.

- She hasn't got that
kind of money on her.

But she's not been robbed and
it doesn't look like rape.

- Got a time of death?

- It's too soon to be exact.

Probably sometime before
3:00 in the morning.

- Can we see inside
the suitcase?

-[Balderstone] Bottles of gin?

- Souvenir from the Gumbalos.

- Any idea how she got here?

- Seems she was unloaded
from a vehicle.

There's some tire
tracks over there.

We getting casts
to send for info.

There's a lot of people
come through here.

- She doesn't have
a car of her own.

Someone must've picked
her up and dumped her.

- You got a last seen sir?

- Yeah, a place called
Lake House, Lincolnshire.

Sometime early yesterday
afternoon.

- Anything suspicious
at their end?

- Everything is suspicious
at that end.

Thanks Inspector Potter,
we'll stay in touch.

Come on Superintendent,
let's setup some interviews.

On the way back we'll do the
answers to the Dalziel quiz.

Took us all morning.

You were right in almost
all respects.

Uniff's Liverpool studio
went up in flames.

Now he insured with Royal Oak,

a branch of Provident Traders.

The executive who handled
the claim--

- Mr. Bertie Fielding.

And he got?

- 60,000 on film equipment.

- Editing Suite?

- Including Editing Suite.

We checked with Anchorite
Insurance, right again.

The new restaurant and kitchens

were covered for half a million.

- Bloody hell.

What's that?

Contents and buildings?

- Yes.

It also insured for loss
of income, same amount.

- That's a cool million if
the place went up in smoke.

- But they're only insured
against fire and not theft.

So they're not covered
for what they just lost.

- Aye.

But what is lost may
also be found right?

Page two, life insurance.

- Heavy cover on Conrad,
not yet paid out.

- Not while there was Mr. Spinx.

The drug, propanopa
propano whatever.

- For a heart condition.

- So how's that sir?

- Above grade see it GCSE.

You forgot about the rut.

-[Balderstone] Why
is it important?

- Because in a good
investigation Detective Chief
Inspector,

not even the smallest
stone goes unturned.

- All right, cause of death?

- Electrocution, followed
by refrigeration.

- Yes.

[gentle downbeat music]

- So, we agree to do the
next bit my way yeah?

Give me an hour to wind
the bastards up,

and you arrive and
setup an interview room.

- I will Superintendent.

- And don't forget,
there were two cars

left Lake House yesterday
for London.

The Gumbalo's Scorpio and
that poncer Butt's green BMW.

Oh and Hancomb Papworth
were out too.

- You gonna tell him
about orphan Annie?

- No.

Once they find out she's dead

they'll setup a defensive ring.

So how's that Inspector?

- Bit unusual.

- I am unusual.

[gentle downbeat music]

What's that, supper?

- I got the punt gun working.

Did you walk back from Auburn?

- Got a lift.

- Countryside's hell
without a car isn't it?

Should've got Pappy to do yours.

I expect he would've been
quicker than that garage.

- Except he's never here
when you need him is he?

- Well he's here now.

He reeled in while
you were in Auburn.

- Up you, on your feet.

- You're a police officer.

I thought so.

I can smell them anywhere.

- And I can smell
trouble anywhere.

I wanna know what happened
to the woman

you passed off as your daughter.

- She left didn't she?

She's a free agent.

I'm sure she gave
her proper notice.

- The problem's not what she
gave, it's what she took.

Half the wine cellar and a lot

of expensive kitchen equipment.

- Must have a big bag
then mustn't she?

- This stuff's been
going for weeks.

Didn't you notice?

- I'm the outdoor man.

I'd have noticed if she'd
taken any trees.

- She's not your daughter.

She's a Liverpool hustler.

Where did you meet her?

- Obvious then ain't it?

On the street.

- What were you doing
in Liverpool?

- Chauffeuring.

Used to take Mr. Bertie
Fielding up there.

And stay the night.

- With her?

And you liked it so
much you brought her

here as your daughter.

- You see?

You can work things
out for yourself.

[knocking at door]

- Pappy, I need you
to shift some stuff

in the banqueting suite.

- Do you mind, I've
not finished.

- Oh is this some kind
of investigation?

- He's asking about Mrs. Greave

and some stuff that
went missing.

- Well no need, it's
all come back.

- Amazing isn't it?

Where was it?

- The booze was stored
in the house cellars,

the oven bits were lying
in the workshop.

Come and look if you
like, it's all there.

- And none of you even knew?

- Well not till we checked
round the place this morning

while you were in Auburn.

It was Conrad, my late father.

Very security conscious you see.

So, come on Pappy, Dalziel
doesn't need you anymore.

- Hang on!

A man drowned here last night.

Where the hell were you?

- Went for a wet in the village.

There was a woman in the
pub whose bloke was away.

Okay I was on the
pole, all right?

Now would you mind if I go and
get on with something useful?

[sniffing]

- Oh, what do you know.

Chicken shit.

[knocking at door]

- Come in.

Oh Andy.

Didn't know you were
a once a month man.

- A lot's happened
hasn't it Bonnie?

- Doesn't have to spoil
everything does it?

I saw how you looked
at me yesterday.

Seemed to think I'd
gone to bed with you

because you were a policeman.

What kind of reason
would that be?

- I don't know.

I do know you put your husband
in the earth two days ago,

and a day later you
were in bed with me.

Now I don't know if you
did it to keep warm,

or to keep me from getting warm.

I know it wasn't for me looks.

- I've always been attracted
to men who made me laugh.

- They didn't have much
about to laugh at

by the end did they?

Tell me something, what
made Here change his mind

and put his money
in the restaurant?

- How should I know?

He's a poet isn't he?

- Is that a defense in law?

Like being daft?

If you're smart enough
not to invest

in a half-baked project where
it's a chance of succeeding,

he'll be daft to do
it when a robbery's

just removed all the assets.

Unless somebody told him the
stuff wasn't stolen at all.

You had a long chat with
somebody there last night.

- So you listen at
doors too do you?

Couldn't tell him what
I didn't know.

- I reckon there's
only two things

that could change Here's mind.

One, he's afraid of someone
in this house, which he is.

- And the other?

- He wants to help someone.

Why don't you go and find
Nigel, bring him in here.

- It was Bertie's idea right?

A medieval banqueting hall.

Did you ever hear
a vout so daft?

He came home from Liverpool
with his bright scheme.

He met Hank Uniff and
they'd worked it out.

All you do is work out a
business venture so good

you insure not just the
building but the prospects.

Then when it burns down you
claim two lots of insurance.

Fact, why burn it at all?

Just move the stuff
and use it later.

That's what Hank did
with his film equipment.

- Oh, I mean, Andy you
surely don't think that I...

- No, not you.

Otherwise you wouldn't have
tried to keep me here so long.

But Bertie?

The Uniffs?

Padworth, Mrs. Greave?

Conrad?

- No.

No, my father wouldn't.

- What was he doing up
the ladder then Nigel?

- I don't know.

- And why did Mrs. Greave
keep a rat in the fridge?

Wasn't to make pies with was it?

- I don't know, why did she
keep a rat in her fridge?

- With an old barn of a
place like the restaurant

there'd be rats right?

So suppose some big hungry
rat sees a brand new cable,

and it digs its teeth in.

It gets a short, sharp shock

and the building goes
up in flames.

When the fire officer
investigates,

he finds its charred remains.

But someone had to get at
the wiring and plant the rat.

And first the workmen
have to be laid off.

Now someone, and I expect
it was Annie Greave,

telephoned Mr. Gibbs.

And then Conrad did his
better do it yourself,

but unfortunately he did
something silly and--

- Don't you say that
about my father.

- Steady on son.

It's best you hear it from me.

- Look, Nigel, go
back to your room.

I want to speak to Mr. Dalziel.

- It's all right Nigel.

You can go downstairs now.

[gentle downbeat music]

Why do you hide him from me?

Eh?

Afraid he'd talk to
the nice policeman?

- Oh Andy, how could
you do that?

- Like I said, it's better
he heard it from me.

Because it'll all come out
in the questioning later.

- Questioning?

But the police can't do
anything, none of that happened.

- No.

I was here wasn't I?

But there's a crime called
fraudulent conspiracy.

- Is there?

Surely you don't think that I...

- You're lucky I'm on holiday.

- Oh Andy.

Oh Andy I really need someone.

- It's all right.

There is someone love.

Okay?

- Oh, damn, I'm sorry.

- Charley what is it?

- The police are here again.

They want to see everyone.

They say Mrs. Greave
was murdered.

I'm sorry, really.

[gentle downbeat music]

- I was just looking
for your brother.

- In the fireplace?

He's not here is he?

Can I help?

- I was after some saucy photos
he showed me this morning.

- Oh, the ones of me?

They interested you did they?

- That was you?

With the tattoo?

- It was art.

- It was pornography.

- Anyway, he burned them.

Is that all?

- Ah, Mr. Uniff.

I was looking for you.

Went to your room.

- Were you Mr. Dalziel?

What did you find?

- I'll tell you what
I didn't find.

I didn't find the serial
number on your Editing Suite.

And I didn't find those
dirty pictures you showed me.

- You don't call those dirty.

- I don't call them anything.

You burned them.

- Your sister said
she posed for them.

She's a liar.

- Sir, you besmirch
my family honor!

- The model who posed
for those pictures

had a tattoo on her thigh.

So did Annie Greave.

I checked with Essex CID.

Why did you burn them?

- Why'd you think?

- You didn't want me
to link you with Annie.

I don't know what time you
left the party yesterday,

but I do know what
time you returned.

And you can get from
here to Epping Forest

and back in five hours easy.

- Mr. Dalziel, let me
tell you something,

money's a game, I don't
like the game.

I don't play by the rules.

- You commit crimes.

- Not against people.

No victim, no crime eh?

- Okay Nigel?

- Yeah.

Although I didn't
tell them much.

I never saw anything.

- I got statements
from everyone.

- Not quite.

There's mine.

I wrote it out.

- That was Essex CID.

Someone saw a green BMW at
the crime scene last night.

- That's the link.

We checked the two cars
that left here yesterday.

The Americans had a hired car.

Inspect with the rental
company's clean.

Butt's car was his own.

It's at Heathrow with a
bloody blanket in the boot.

- He was off to Brazil.

- Yes, we got that.

Took the night flight to Rio.

All seems to fit, he
picked her up here,

had sex with her, then
got too rough.

Dumped her body in Epping Forest

then headed for the airport.

- Why Epping Forest?

- His house is in Essex.

You don't look convinced
Superintendent.

- I smell trouble.

I don't convince easy.

- Well we should know everything

when Mr. Butt gets
back from Rio.

That's on Saturday.

- I'm surprised you're
still here Dalziel.

I just called the garage
and your car's mended.

Never was anything
wrong with it.

Why not just get it and go?

- Maybe that's not
such a bad idea.

- A little ungracious surely.

Hardly the way to
talk to a guest.

- He's not a guest,
he's a police spy.

- And an even worse way to
talk to a business associate.

- What did you say?

- Earlier this afternoon
I accepted

your chairwoman's invitation
to put a couple of thousand

of my hard-earned savings
into your business.

She thought I'd be worth my
weight in fire insurance.

So you see Bertie, we're
not just friends.

We're boardroom colleagues.

- Terrific.

Means we should open
on time after all.

[crowd murmuring]

- Oh cheer up.

It's only Bowl's Club bash.

It could've been the
Conservative Club.

- There's a difference?

- It's just their way
of saying welcome back.

[applauding]

- Lords!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Pray be silent for the
entry of the main course.

- I don't believe it.

- My God it's Henry VIII.

[guests clapping]
[upbeat music]

- Hello, hello, hello.

Detective Superintendent
Dalziel.

- What the Moses are
you doing here?

I thought you were
still on honeymoon?

- I thoguht you better know sir,

I've just been on the phone.

Butt weren't on that
flight today.

Apparently he's caught
something in Rio.

- I'm not surprised.

What did Balderstone
have to say?

- Still reckons him for it sir.

The blood in his car matches
that of Annie Greave.

I'd better get back in.

- What is all this,
an operation?

- Well you don't think
I'd be dressed like this

if there wasn't a reason do you?

While you've been getting
your leg over

some of us have been
busy Sergeant.

- Yes, so I gather sir.

- I wanna know what you
two university educated

buggers make of it.

Don't worry, I'll save you
some of Sir Toby's syllabub.

Come on.

[gentle music]

So that's how a body got
down to Epping Forest

in the boot of Butt's car.

That car was standing
here unlocked

right through the
Gumbalo ceremony.

Anyone could've put
the body in the boot

without leaving Lake
House at all.

Then this poncer Butt finds it,

and decides to get rid of it.

- Well it's a theory.

- It's more than just a theory.

Remember someone else
died there that day.

- The claims investigator Spinx.

- What's the connection?

- I don't know yet.

I've decided to have
a little test tonight.

I put word round that police
are coming to search the house

because they picked up
Butt and he was carrying

Annie's personal diary.

- Was he?

- Of course not you
daft pillock.

I doubt she ever had one.

Oh I forgot, how was
the honeymoon?

Barcelona wasn't it?

- How did you know that?

- You left the your tickets
lying about in the handbag.

- Has anyone seen Bertie?

I need him for the carpark.

Someone's pinched the gate key

and the visitors can't get out.

It's Silverston out there.

- Oh dear, that means
they're stuck.

No one can get away.

- Perhaps he's in the duck punt.

Somebody is.

- Come on Pascoe, there could
be a dangerous man out there.

- How dangerous?

- You'll see, let's go.

[ominous music]

Something out there.

Stop rowing.

Who's there!

[gun firing]

- Sorry Mr. Dalziel.

I'd no idea it was loaded.

- Oh, hadn't you.

- Are you all right Mr. Dalziel?

- Here, tell the bloody
idiot to row us to shore.

- Do as the good
man says Bertie.

- Come on!

- So you took the carpark key?

- I was fed up with
sudden exits.

Where were you two
going Mr. Fielding?

- Over to High Fold for
some more brandy.

- Go on, convince me.

- Well what else could
we be doing?

- Playing decoy.

Helping someone else get away.

- Have I been called out
for a reason Superintendent?

- Aye, you have.

You can arrest this
lot for a start.

- Andy.

- Obstruction before,
during and after the fact.

- What fact?

- That Annie Greave
was done to death

a week ago in this house.

- Really Mr. Dalziel?

You can't think I had
enough strength

to Roger the women let
alone strangle her.

- No, but you know
who did don't you?

And you were helping him escape.

Bring him in.

- He were running away
down the drive.

- You've been intimate
with Annie

ever since she came
to the house.

Hank fixed it didn't he?

- How can you do this?

- Did you know of this
relationship Mrs. Fielding?

- No, not until it was too late.

- After your father's funeral
you decided to run away.

- He was lying dead, and
I thought of was money.

- But you didn't get very far.

Everywhere was wet and flooded.

You were too embarrassed
to admit defeat.

So you came back here
and hid in Annie's room.

First off I thought it
was Pappy in there.

Till I remembered you were
the one with the suede shoes.

Your mother told you
to stay there.

That's right isn't it?

- Yes.

- Nigel, we all assumed
the one person

who knew nothing about
Annie's death was you.

But you did didn't you?

[gentle downbeat music]

- She just suddenly packed
up and said she was leaving

when she found out you
were a policeman.

- Yeah.

That upset her didn't it?

- I tried to persuade her.

And we,

had a fight.

We ended up on the bed.

And she just went back
to her packing.

Said she had to leave
and go and see someone.

-[Andy] You were
very fond of her.

- She's the only woman
I ever loved.

She pushed me away.

She started saying things
about my father.

-[Andy] About him making
love to her?

- I just got angry.

- But you never meant
to kill her did you?

- Of course not.

- Nigel.

Don't say anymore.

- You found Here, and he
and Bertie slipped out

of the Gumbalo reception
to help.

You thought you'd stow the
body in the Gumbalo car.

They were just about to
take off for the States.

They might takes God's
own time to find it.

- Yeah, it was locked though.

- So that poncer Butt
got it instead.

What about Spinx?

- I don't know anything
about Mr. Spinx.

- No, you don't do you Nigel.

That's all.

- Mrs. Fielding, would you
put him some things together.

You understand I'll have
to take him to the station.

You can come to and
your representative

can be present at any
further interview.

- Bonnie.

I'm sorry.

- You utter shit.

[gentle downbeat music]

- Thought the police surgeon
said Spinx was an accident?

- He did.

And the postmortem confirmed it.

But then what's the
difference between

a man who hits his head and
a man whose head is hit?

- To a policeman quite a lot.

- Well to a surgeon
not very much.

- So, who do you think
murdered Spinx.

- Not my case is it?

[gentle downbeat music]

- Mr. Dalziel?

[clapping]

- Bravo.

Leaving at last Mr. Dalziel?

Hope you realize what
you've done to this house.

- Aye.

I do.

If I hadn't stayed on,

it would've gone up like a
torch wouldn't it Bertie?

- You've ruined my
mother's life.

And Here's, they both
adored Nigel.

- Is that how you grabbed them?

- If you and your friends hadn't

brought that whore
into the house

he wouldn't have killed her.

- You can't prove he did.

- I don't have to.

He's just confessed.

He also told me Annie was
leaving to meet someone.

My money's on Spinx.

She was selling him
information wasn't she?

He turned up at the rendezvous

and saw you shifting her corpse.

The question is did
you see him seeing?

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

- That would account for
your wet trouser leg.

When you returned after
the presentation.

Unless of course you
can't piss straight.

- I think you'd better leave.

Now.

- I think you better stay.

The questions haven't
even started yet.

- I suppose we should
congratulate you.

- Why's that then?

- For coming through
with flying colors.

You had every temptation to
act like a real human being,

and you still managed
to be true to yourself.

The patron saint of policemen
must be proud of you.

- Nice to see marriage
has mellowed you darling.

- Bonnie knew Nigel was there
in the house all the time.

- Course she did.

She even planned the
phone call from him.

She didn't like him
talking to bad coppers.

- About the insurance you mean?

- Do I?

Say what you like.

She's a good mother.

- Exactly.

- So what about Charley?

- Charley's just the bloody
daft prat everyone says he is.

- Spinx then, who killed him?

- Not my case.

But if I was Balderstone,

I'd be taking a good hard
look at Burlington Bertie.

- So that's not your
case but Nigel is.

- Ellie, he murdered a woman.

If it was me I'd
be worried about

impeding the course of justice.

You can't just walk away.

- It's just a suspicion.

In this game it's what you
know for sure that counts.

Trouble with young coppers,
you'll never know when to stop.

Anyway, we bloody well
better walk away.

We're both due back at work
in Wetherton on Monday.

Remember Sergeant?

-[Ellie] Goodnight
Superintendent.

- Goodnight darling.

- Thanks for the lift sir.

See you 8:30 Monday.

- Aye, you will.

- What was all that about?

- He's hiding something.

- Doesn't he always?

You could just practice
what you preach for once.

- Meaning?

- Try to understand
rather than judge.

Even with him.

- Anyway I was right wasn't I?

You go on honeymoon,
he goes off the rails.

With the first Elizabethan
barmaid he meets.

- Bonnie.

Can I get you a--

- No.

No I don't want anything.

Poor Nigel.

I've just left him at
the police station.

- They'll treat him lightly.

That's why I went
for a confession.

He said there was no
intention to kill.

At his age the most
it'll be is manslaughter.

- Andy will they find out?

- About Conrad?

I don't know.

-[Bonnie] Why didn't
you say anything.

- I knew not.

Not for certain.

- But you guessed.

- That he had a heart condition?

Yeah, I saw his tablets.

And Spinx told me Conrad
had signed insurance for him

saying he was in perfect health.

It would've ruined everything.

- Conrad had a heart
attack on the ladder.

It was poor Nigel who found him.

- That's why he couldn't
be allowed to talk to me.

- Oh God Andy.

You know I didn't want
the place burned down.

What could I do?

Report my own family?

That's why I needed
the life insurance.

You know, try to get
the place open.

- But someone must've
thought of using the drill.

- Andy, he was dead already.

His condition had
to be covered up.

- Don't say anything.

I don't wanna know.

I just don't bloody
well wanna know.

- Well.

Were we...

Will I see you again?

- I doubt it.

I'm a busy man.

- Lots of crime in Yorkshire.

- Aye.

It's always Christmas up there.

- All right then.

I will be in touch.

Night Andy.

Take care.

[downbeat music]