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Hand them over then.

Don't finish them all.

What is this place?

It belongs
to the Micleans.

It's been closed
up for years now.

Ideal spot for
squatters and crackheads.

Hello, anybody there?

Key's in the lock.

Go on.

Time to get some sleep
now, Arthur.

Where am I?

You're safe in the hospital.

Where's Nelson?

You're in Weatherton
Hospital, Arthur.

Not Nelson.

Not Cherwell.

Not safe.

Nowhere safe?

Tell Miclean, nowhere safe.

Is Inspector Pascoe around?

No, sir, DI Pascoe
has been called

to an incident at Moscow House.

I'm glad to be outta there.

Gives me the creeps too.

I thought you called the DI.

I did.

Evening, sir.

I've heard they've found a body.

Owner of the house, Mr. Miclean.

Show me.

How did you know something
was going on, sir?

I was dusting me crystal ball.

You knew the deceased then?

I knew him.

Palonolus Miclean.

Nothing's been touched?

No, sir.

Except the record, it was
going around when he was found.

The door was locked
from the inside,

and there was a weird
burning smell.

No note?

No, sir.

Shouldn't you be wearing
gloves, sir?

I won't tell if you don't.

What if it turns out
to be a crime scene.

You just told me the door
was locked from the inside.

What's your theory,
vampires down the chimney?

Where the hell have you been?

Stuck in traffic.

Thought it was your night off.

It was.

Who's this?

Pal Miclean.

You know, made a fortune
outta building

shoeboxes for the council.

Papers have Miclean down
as a complete bastard.

Powerful men usually are.

Sounds like you knew him.

There was a burglary here once.

Found this mobile phone in
one of the rooms downstairs,

sir, battery's run down, though.

PC Conway reckons
that Mr. Miclean

weren't the sort to
take his own life, sir.

And he'd know, would he?

Sir, Mrs. Miclean's here.

Mr. Dalziel.

Mrs. Miclean.

What's going on?

I'm very sorry.

It looks like your husband
killed himself

this evening in his study.

Can we talk?

I thought,

you and Pal moved out
of Weatherton years ago.

So, why did he come
back here, then?

I can't tell you, Andy.

We've been separated
for the past five years.

What about the children?

Well, Helen is a beautiful
28-year-old.

She's married.

I'm about to become a
step-grandmother.

And his son?

We don't talk.

Did he leave anything,
a note or--

No.

There was a record playing.

Scenes from Childhood.

Used to be a favorite.

Still is.

You and Pal sold the business
to Bill Walker, didn't you?

Bill Walker still a friend?

Yes, about the only friend
we've got left as a family.

He's been good to Rob.

He's tried to give him the
fathering Pal couldn't.

Give me a reason why
Pal would do this, Kay.

Then it's over.

After he sold the business,
he became depressed.

Bill told me he'd
been coming here,

indulging in a lot
of looking back.

And hear my safe.

When we listed,

we've managed to keep it
buried all these years.

There'll be no turning
over stones,

not if I can help it.

Sorry, I keep thinking
he's going

to walk through that door.

No, he's not.

Believe me.

How can you, you know
loathe and despise someone

as much as I did my
husband and then,

just feel so betrayed
when you find him gone?

I'm going upstairs.

Tell me why I can't.

No, you can't go
in, there's a crime scene.

Hold on a second, where's Pal?

I'm afraid you can't
go up there.

I'm afraid your father
took his own life

this evening, Mr. Miclean.

But that's crazy.

I was meeting up with him.

I got held up, I was
supposed to be here at nine.

He said it was important.

There's no way Pal
would kill himself.

Why do you say that?

I don't know, he was fine,
he was on top of things.

And he'd never give her
the satisfaction.

Robert.

I don't want to hear
anything you've got to say.

All I want to say is I'm--

You started tearing
down Pal's life

from the moment you
first got here.

Look, could we just please?

You've destroyed all our lives.

We may need to contact
you tomorrow, Mr. Miclean.

You can find me at home,
Cherwell Tower.

It's in Clarksville.

Quite a family.

Not a happy one.

That'd be the way with families.

So what's the story?

I'm off home for me cocoa.

I meant with Kay Miclean.

No story there.

Oh come on, Andy, body
language giving you both away.

Plus, you're the nosiest, most
skeptical man in Yorkshire.

You don't seem at all interested

in the circumstance of
her husband's death,

suspicious or otherwise.

Correction, no story
I'm telling you.

If you know anything--

Miclean was a bitter old man

who took his own life tonight.

Watch you're not
pulling that face

when the wind changes direction.

Night, Peter.

We can't be seen together here.

-I know, but--
-What's up, then?

You won't be angry with me?

Just tell me quickly, Kelly,

I've gotta get on.

I left my phone at Moscow House.

-I couldn't get it.
-Why not?

Your father-in-law was
already in the house.

I heard music.

And then I heard the bang.

What?

I went by later, and it
was crawling with police.

It means they've got my
number, you stupid cow.

What could I do?

It was my client's phone, I
haven't got any numbers in it.

What about the calls?

I always erase them.

They'll trace the phone
to you anyway.

I'm not that stupid.

I think the police
saw me, though.

I was running away.

As long as they don't
know who you are.

There was somebody in the
house, and they saw me.

No, no, Pal was alone,
he killed himself.

I'm not making this up.

I'm really scared.

I've gotta go.

Mr. Walker.

Superintendent Dalziel
of the CID.

Yes, I remember you,
Mr. Dalziel.

I got the news from
Rob last night.

I understand you're still
close to the whole family.

Well, I'd known Pal
most of my life.

He and I grew up in
the same tenement.

When was the last
time you saw Pal?

I went over to Moscow
House a few days ago

to have a drink with him.

But he, he cooked up a
fight and chucked me out.

A fight?

Well, he still thought
that he owned the business.

You still a developer, are you?

No, I'm chairman of Walmic
Construction, Mr. Dalziel.

Rob was doubtful his
father was suicidal.

But he wouldn't know.

They've barely seen
each other in years.

He claims he had a
meeting arranged with him

last night at Moscow House.

He said nothing to me about it.

What's a rich man's son doing
in a dump like the tower?

Is that what you're thinking?

I'm surprised Dalziel
let you off the leash.

Sorry?

I remember him.

At Moscow House.

Hanging around my stepmother
years ago.

He investigated a crime there.

Yeah.

Not all he did.

I don't blame him.

It's the way she operates.

The Lucretia Borgia
of Weatherton.

I noticed Bill Walker's
workmen downstairs.

Is there a problem
with the building?

That's what the council
tells us, but I reckon it's

a scam put together by
Bill and the town hall

to get the tenants out
so they can share

loads of money redeveloping.

Tell me about your father.

You seemed very certain
last night

that he didn't kill himself.

He never gave up on anything
in his life.

And he wasn't depressed then?

No, he was,

he was all right.

He'd asked me to come
and live with him.

I had heard he was
becoming reclusive.

No, anyway, he was
full of fight.

Who was he fighting?

Kay, for one.

She wanted a divorce
to get at his money,

but Pal refused.

That's why she murdered him.

Most ex-wives don't go that far.

She isn't most ex-wives.

Their marriage lasted
a long time, didn't it?

Only until she lost
control of him.

I get headaches.

Maybe you should take your
father's advice, move away.

No.

The hookers and dealers
would miss me too much.

Thanks for your time.

I'll let you know if
anything comes up.

Is that the brushoff?

As things stand, there's
no evidence

that your father was murdered.

But if that changes,
I'll let you know.

You're free to call
me at any time.

Bye, Mr. Miclean.

Gave it up years ago.

20 years.

You could've stayed in touch.

You were Pal's wife.

You'd made your decision.

Why didn't you call me?

As you say,

I'd made my decision.

He beat you half to death, Kay.

Pushed you downstairs,
nearly killed you.

You lost your child,

and the possibility
of ever having one.

But you stayed with him.

You worked with him.

You covered for him.

I did it for Helen.

I would've destroyed
her whole life.

I'd have thrown away the
only thing I ever loved.

What are you doing now?

I've started a catering
business with Helen.

I never saw you living
a single life.

No, me neither.

Not back then.

Now it's a blessing.

Every day.

Bill Walker's on his own.

He's a friend, Andy.

You're late.

Only the young and the wicked

can go short on sleep, Peter.

What are they for?

Giving up smoking.

What's that?

Personal effects from Mr.
Miclean's place at Cottersfield.

There's no much here, though,

and we haven't found a will yet.

Ask the solicitor,
he'll have a copy.

Rob Miclean told me his
father and stepmother

were fighting over a divorce.

Rob Miclean talks out of his ass

when it comes to his stepmother.

Anything on forensics?

Well the blood in the study
all matches the victim's.

So do the fingerprints
on the gun,

the study room door key
and the apples on the desk.

No vampire's fang marks, then?

Cab dropped Mr. Miclean off
at Moscow House about five.

Apparently, he spent
half an hour

at Weatherton Hospital first,

visting the caretaker
of Cherwell Tower,

where Rob lives.

Are you listening, Andy?

.

Are you joining me?

It's too early for me, son.

I'll have yours then.

You didn't tell me that
you'd been seeing Pal.

He said not to.

Maybe he thought
you'd be jealous.

Be sensible, lad.

If I'd known that you two
had been talking again,

I'd have been glad for you.

He didn't kill himself, Bill.

You're one of the few people
who can help me prove it.

He died behind a locked door.

Don't patronize me.

Pal was losing his grip.

He was sharp enough to know

you were up to something
with the council.

We can argue about that later.

Let's get this over with.

Nothing's over.

I'm demanding a proper
murder investigation.

You'll only embarrass yourself.

So has she got you on
her side already?

Come on.

Don't believe anything
Rob tells you.

He's either drunk or stoned.

You know that's not
what I think.

At least I know where I stand.

Rob.

I wished you'd stayed at home.

I'll be okay.

Kay.

Hello.

Hi.

Didn't realize you were so.

Three weeks to go,
you'll be an uncle.

So, everything all right?

Our father's dead, Rob.

I haven't even seen
you in two years.

And you can barely think
of anything to say to me.

Is any of that all right?

Fingerprints just
on the phone back.

They got a print off of it,
but nothing to match it to.

Most odd numbers or
call records either.

Just an answered
phone message.

You've reached
Tanya's mobile,

if you want it hot and heavy.

Just leave me a message and
I'll get right back to you.

That could be the girl
that Spicer and Conway

saw running away from the
house last night, sir.

Could belong to her.

Rob, where are you going?

To deliver the evidence.

What's going on, Bill?

Why would he want
to do that to us?

To be honest, love,
I have no idea.

But it's not a problem anyway,

because Pal's new will
was never signed.

I can understand him
wanting to cut me out.

Why would I get my half
only on condition

that I divorce Jason?

What does it mean?

It means he was a
mad old bastard.

What would he have been
trying to do to us?

What's he always done,
sweetheart, keep control.

I have to tell him.

I have to warn him.

Warn who, Arthur?

Mr. Miclean?

He was here yesterday,
wasn't he?

He'll pay.

Oh yes, yes, he'll play.

What did you talk to
Mr. Miclean about?

Tell me.

Bristow, Cavendish, Taylor.

Tell me, who are these people?

No more lies!

Calm down, Arthur, it's
only Mr. Griffin, you know.

Hey.

I've got it, there's
your evidence.

Pal made this new will
leaving everything

to me and Helen, but
he never signed it.

It may turn up.

Fancy a toffee?

If it doesn't, the
solicitor says

the old will still stands.

And guess who gets
the money, Kay.

It means nothing.

Kay knew he was going to
cut her out of the will,

so she killed him and
destroyed the new one.

Your father shot himself,
Mr. Miclean.

It's more likely he
changed his mind.

You can't ignore this.

Why don't you come with me?

She killed him.

I wanna see the pathology
report.

It's too early for that.

Send them back to Moscow House.

As soon as they're
finished, I'll let you know.

He's covering for her.

Did you know about the
new will before today?

No, I, no.

Do you think Mrs. Miclean
knew about it?

She must have done.

Even so, isn't it
likely your sister

would have made sure
she was provided for?

But Helen wasn't gonna
get any of it

unless she divorced Jason.

Sir, lab just called.

They picked up an impression
from the charred letter

we found at Moscow House.

C. Griffin, 4:30 Friday.

The name mean something to you?

What are you doing now?

Minding my own business.

-Andy, where--
-Unlike some people.

Andy.

Afternoon, Posh.

Hi, sir.

Can you do me a computer
check on the name Griffin?

Address?

Not known, living in
the Weatherton area.

Probably.

Any other details?

Initial might be C.

That might be a long list, sir.

Do it anyway.

Yes, sir.

Why would Dad do this?

Make me divorce my husband
for his stupid money.

Maybe he just couldn't
give you up to another man.

It doesn't matter anyway.

The new will wasn't signed.

I just don't understand what
he thought he was doing.

Are you gonna tell
me what's wrong,

or do I have to put
with that face all day?

It's hard to explain.

Are you the
girl in the photo?

Is it that obvious?

What happened?

I was at Jason's father-in-law's
the night that he died.

Pal Miclean.

What, the
one on the news?

Got what was coming to him.

Do you remember Mr. Miclean?

Miclean?

Where's my tea?

The police are saying
that he took his own life.

But there was somebody
else in the house.

Who?

I don't know.

I'm really frightened.

Don't worry, I'll come round
to yours after the shift.

Okay, Arthur, lie back
for me please.

Excuse me, I'm DC Lateef.

I'm looking for Mr. Nolan.

I need to ask him
a few questions.

That's Mr. Nolan over there.

Did you know that Pal
was still in contact

with Clive Griffin?

No.

Why would he be?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Had you seen him again
since that night in '83?

No, but Pal might have had to.

Why?

Because he paid him off.

For what?

Griffin didn't know
what he'd done.

No, but Griffin was
first on the scene,

so he knew Pal was already
in the house.

Pal told Griffin that, when
he heard me being attacked

he'd lost his nerve,
and that's why

he didn't come to help me.

To keep his lapse of
courage a secret,

he paid Griffin a lot of cash.

It's definitely blood, sir.

And the lab says it's
definitely Mr. Miclean's.

It's only partial.

Yeah, and it won't
be easy to develop

a full print, either.

Whoever was standing here,

stood in Mr. Miclean's
blood after he died.

Right, contact all officers
on the scene last night.

Collect up the footwork,
and get it off to the lab.

Did you get anything
from the hospital?

Mr. Nolan? No, he's gone gaga.

Just reeled off names
like a roll call.

He did mention the name
Griffin, though.

Sorry to bother you, Posh.

I've already
done it, sir.

Eh?

C. Griffin, the list
the DI wanted.

Oh, yeah.

PC Conway pushed the
key through the lock

and out the other side.

How could somebody outside
lock the door from the inside?

Houdini's ghost,
so the boss says.

Have forensics identified
the ash found

inside Mr. Miclean's
record player?

Not yet.

What about the ash
in the keyhole?

They say that'll
take even longer.

I was wondering if you'd
turn up, Dalziel.

Do you remember me?

Aye, I remember.

How did you know
Miclean was dead?

I had an appointment with him
in Cofferslee this morning.

There were coppers
all over the place.

Was he murdered?

Why would you think that?

He looked fit enough to
me when I last saw him.

He killed himself.

Surprised?

Disappointed, he owed me money.

What business did
you have with him?

I do private investigation work.

The last couple of months,
he wanted my services.

What for?

Tracing some people.

What people?

Just people.

Names he gave me.

How many?

About 40.

I need to see them.

Not in my possession,
I don't keep copies.

It all goes straight
to the client.

Did he tell you why he
wanted these people found?

I didn't ask.

Anything they had in common?

A lot of them were dead.

Natural causes?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Locals?

Originally.

What else did you do for him?

Kept an eye on his
family, on and off.

His ex, mainly.

And?

Nothing to know.

Friday, 4:30.

Was that the last time
you saw Miclean?

Yeah.

Delivering the last
of the traces.

You took Miclean's
money 20 years ago.

You could still go
to prison for that.

I'm a discreet man, Mr. Dalziel.

Discretion has served
me well over the years.

I'm not planning on any
change of tactic.

Posh?

All done, sir.

The boss was in asking,
so I gave him the list.

Sir? Computer check
showed that P.C. Griffin

worked here for a bit, years
back, first name Clive.

And Trevor in reception
said that he was the first

officer at that burglary
at Moscow House

Mr. Dalziel mentioned.

Funny he didn't remember.

Sir, are those the shoes
you were wearing last night?

Are you my personal
hygiene monitor?

Where have you been?

Earning a living.

I dropped in on Mrs. Miclean's

to check out Rob's allegation.

She denied she and her
husband had any conflict

over money and wills.

Where's the list from Posh?

Yeah, I remembered a uniform
by the name of Griffin,

used to work here.

Just came to you, did it?

What's Lateef doing with
all them shoes and boots?

You'd know if you'd
bothered to turn up

to the investigation.

Found a partial print
in the study.

Lab says it's got Miclean's
blood in it.

So it's possible that
someone was in the house

after he died.

Probably your size 10s.

So far, your only interest
in this case

has been running around
after Kay Miclean.

Has it not occurred to
you that Rob Miclean

might not be so crazy after all?

No.

Sir, I think I found the C.
Griffin we're looking for.

He's a private investigator,
ex-copper.

Thanks, Vez.

Are we going to talk about it?

Hmm?

Look.

There's nothing you can think of

that you did or--

I always knew your father
never really liked me.

But I never thought he hated me.

Did you know Pal
had written a new will?

No.

Why would I?

Andy Dalziel is keeping
a close eye on you.

Old habits.

He spent four straight
days watching over me once,

in hospital.

Oh?

Well, they didn't expect
me to survive, and

he was told to write down
anything I rambled on about

that might help them
catch the attacker.

Is he in love with you?

What are you doing?

I thought you lot
were leaving here

I'm just checking
a few things out.

How did he pull the trigger?

With a thread, tied to his toe.

Where's Pal's letter opener.

Well there wasn't one,

not among the items here.

It was always here.

A long thin blade, fancy
handle, always.

So you don't think it's
suicide either?

I've gotta go.

We could work together, solve--

I'm not even supposed to
be discussing it with you.

You think the same as I do.

I'm sorry, Rob.

Have you told anyone about us?

No.

Did you ever take anyone
else to Moscow House?

Of course not.

What about one of your
other punkers.

No.

Did I make you angry?

Get off me.

Kelly, you're not walking away.

Watch me.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't wanna be on me own.

It's good to see you.

Yes?

The name's Griffin, I used to
work for your father-in-law,

but unfortunately he
died owing me some money.

So?

Thought you might wanna
take a look at these.

Then we can talk.

Forensics reckon
he died sometime overnight.

Must have fallen
and hit his head.

Make a start, question
the residents first.

What's he doing here?

Maybe he came to
see Rob Miclean.

Why?

Griffin was working
for his father.

Perhaps he had something
to tell him.

What else are you hiding
about Pal Miclean's death?

We don't know enough
about Griffin

to make any assumptions yet.

Don't we?

I tried to call you last
night, you weren't answering.

I was recharging.

Tried both numbers.

Must have been asleep.

Saw you at Kay Miclean's.

I never liked snoops.

Then why not explain
to me what's going on

with you and her?

I've made promises.

We're supposed to
be a team, Andy.

Every time I walk into a
room, you're walking out.

Me gut tells me there's
something we're missing

at Moscow House, and
now Griffin's dead.

I'd like to pursue that with
you, not in spite of you.

The facts say Pal Miclean
died alone.

So do the forensics and Mason.

That case is closed, Peter.

Hello, Andy.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

There's been an incident
involving Clive Griffin.

It's all right, Bill is
aware of the history.

You can speak freely,
Mr. Dalziel.

We found his body at the
bottom of a stairwell

at Cherwell Tower.

It's possible he's
been murdered.

That's the girl from the photo.

Rob Miclean told me
there was a codicil

written into Pal's new will.

Helen would only get her
share if she divorced Jason.

So Pal Miclean had these
photos commissioned?

And if Jason found out?

He'd have a reason to kill
Griffin and Pal Miclean.

Mr. Chapman?

Okay, um, so what do you want?

Where were you between six
and midnight last night?

I worked late here.

Got home about nine.

I was with Helen all evening.

You weren't
visiting Clive Griffin?

Who's Griffin?

He knew you.

This was found on Griffin's
computer.

Now he's dead.

He didn't approach you
about this photo?

No, no, I just told you
I don't know him.

Your father-in-law
changed his will.

Do you think he knew
about this affair?

Who says I'm having an affair?

All you've got is a photo of me

with some girl outside
his house.

What's her name?

She's called Tanya.

Do you know where she lives?

No, I just call her
on the mobile

and meet her at Moscow Road.

So you meet with this
Tanya, and you have sex

with her at your
father-in-law's house.

Hang on a second.

Her phone was
left in one of the rooms.

Maybe she has other clients.

It's you.

Front door was open.

Why are you here?

Why are you?

Pal was murdered, and I'm
trying to find out how.

Why are you so convinced
that Kay is--

Why can't you see her for
the evil bitch she really is?

Rob, please.

You even sound like her.

She didn't kill our father.

She doesn't give a damn
about the money.

Neither of us do.

Can't we stop being
enemies, Rob?

You mean, can't I learn
to love Kay like you do?

Maybe you're right.

You're not so unlike
Dad after all.

I'd better go.

You could stay, for a bit.

And do what?

Help elaborate your
mad fantasy of Kay

as our father's killer?

Bye, Rob.

We've cracked it,
where's Pascoe?

Sorry, Vez, he insists on
seeing someone from CID.

I'm sorry, sir, he's
out at the moment.

Can I help you?

Give me his number then.

I'm afraid I can't do that, sir.

What about Dalziel?

I'm sorry, sir, he's
out as well.

I think you're lying.

I need to see them.

I've worked it all out.

I know how she did it.

And now I demand
to see them, now.

I'm sorry, sir, I can't
give you their numbers.

Look, can I help you?

No.

No more messages.

Just,

just tell them I know
how she did it.

Rob?

Rob?

Hello?

Oh my God.

Wait here.

Hello, anybody there?

Key's in the lock.

So what's happening?

Can you explain why
you're here, Mrs. Miclean?

Rob asked me to meet him here.

He said he had something
important to tell me.

So I arrived, and, um,

I called out, and
he didn't answer.

Then, then I heard a gunshot.

Did he phone you?

No, he popped round earlier.

Do you know what he wanted?

No, he said he'd
tell me tonight.

Can you smell burning?

Yeah.

It's all exactly the
same as before

when his father supposedly
killed himself.

Was the door locked?

From the inside, sir.

Right, get someone to check
for ash in the keyhole

and the base and the spindle
of the record player.

And ask them to check
if the composition

is the same as before.

Where did the 999
call come from?

Here in the house.

But all the operator
heard was a muffled sound

and then it went dead.

No note?

No, maybe that's why he wanted
to come and see her, sir.

He said he knew how'd
she'd done it.

When Rob was here yesterday,
he was asking

about his father's
letter opener.

He said it was always here,
but we couldn't find it.

Are we treating this
as a crime scene, sir?

We're doing it by the book.

Sir, rest of the family's here.

Kay, is he upstairs?

He's taken his own life.

That's the most likely
explanation at this stage.

But for the purposes
of elimination,

and to satisfy the demands
of proper procedure,

we're gonna need
fingerprints and DNA swabs

from all of you this time.

When did you arrive, Kay?

Just before the police.

Rob asked me to come.

Why?

I don't know, he,

but by the time I got
here, it was too late.

Can I talk to you?

How did it happen?

Just like your father.

In the same room.

In the same way.

Why?

We don't know that yet.

No letter?

I don't believe my brother
killed himself, Mr. Dalziel.

I saw him here, earlier.

He was really determined.

To do what?

Work out how Dad was murdered,

and blame Kay for it.

I don't understand why he
wanted her to come here.

Kay, Kay!

Help us!

Who are all these
people, Arthur?

Burns, Gallagher, Hundley.

Jane and Carrie Hepburn,
do you remember them?

All gone now.

Do you remember the little
girls, Jane and Carrie?

Mrs. P and the girls.

That's right.

Mrs. Peters was her grandmother,
she lived at Cherwell.

All those kids.

What happened to them?

Nelson got them all.

It's not much to
show for a life.

Nothing to link Rob to
Clive Griffin either.

It's strange that Griffin
was found dead

here in this building.

Did he have any friends?

Not really, I was always
trying to get him to move away

and make a fresh start,

but the bitterness that he
felt towards Kay and Pal

held him back.

Most people grow up.

Any idea why Rob would be
seeing a doctor in Leeds?

No idea.

He was building bridges
with his father.

Not with Kay, though.

He hated her enough to
try and implicate her

in this death, didn't he?

Is that what
he was doing?

Well, why else would he
call her to the house,

dial 999 and then,
shoot himself?

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

I should up my rate, Dalziel

I'm your best customer.

Think of it as cash
earning me loyalty points.

Right, Mr. Griffin.

Not complicated really.

He died from falling
down the stairs

at Cherwell Tower,
without question.

But, uh, he's got a few
decent pressure bruises,

so we can be fairly sure
somebody helped him on his way.

Here on the chest, one
on each upper arm.

The tendons on the left
shoulder are also damaged

consistent with him
being grabbed and pulled.

Now we also recovered
fragments of skin tissue

from under a fingernail.

So we can see if they
yield any DNA.

What have you got?

This is a fiber we found
tied to the dancet spindle

at the scene of Pal's death.

These two peaks in the
graph, that's ash,

from the base of the
spindle and inside the lock.

Both the fiber and the ash
contain some kind of accelerant.

We checked the serial number
of the gun that Rob used.

It came up as stolen.

He probably bought it off of
someone at Cherwell Tower.

Look at this, sir,
the call records

from Griffin's landline.

Look who called him
the evening he died.

Clive Griffin was working
for your ex-husband.

He was also pushed down
a stairwell and killed

at Cherwell Tower the
night before last.

I assumed you were here
to talk about Rob's death.

I understand there
was a burglary

at Moscow House in 1983,

and that Clive Griffin was the
first officer on the scene.

Why didn't you inform
us that you knew him?

It was a very long time ago,

and it wasn't relevant.

It's up to the police to decide

what's relevant, Mrs. Miclean.

If it was all a long time
ago, why did you make a call

to his home the evening
before he died?

It was a private matter.

This is a murder inquiry, Kay.

Nothing much is private.

I said in my original
statement that I was alone

in the house when the
burglar attacked.

That wasn't true.

Go on.

My husband had just
arrived home.

When we heard a noise
downstairs,

he sent me to go and look.

The burglar attacked.

Pal said he could hear me
screaming from the bedroom.

But he stayed where he was
and he called the police.

I spent two months in
hospital as a result.

And afterwards, I was
unable to have children.

Are you saying Griffin
falsified his notes

to cover up your
husband's panic.

We were building
happy, safe homes

for happy, safe families,
Mr. Pascoe.

It would have hurt the
business, as well as Pal's ego,

to be branded the coward
who hid upstairs

while his wife bled to
death on the hall floor.

Yes, Pal paid Griffin handsomely
to write it up differently.

Is that what the call
to Griffin was about?

I wanted to be sure he would
still keep his promise to us.

What difference would
it make either way.

Your husband's dead, he wasn't
gonna face any consequences.

But Helen would.

She's had more than enough to
deal with in her life already.

It would have been
cruel to tell her.

Then or now.

So Griffin wasn't
blackmailing you

to keep quiet about
the burglary?

He'd had his money.

Happy now?

She conspired to break
the law once.

It was a lifetime ago.

She's obviously good at lying.

You can't have it
both ways, Peter.

First, she murdered her
husband for his money.

Now, she's killing a blackmailer

to save his posthumous
reputation.

Anyway, Griffin would have been
risking his police pension.

You're always early
or late, Dalziel.

Get on with it.

Well, since you're here,
I've got a surprise for you.

Rob Miclean had a brain tumor.

Aggressive, advanced
and inoperable.

So that was why he was
seeing that doctor in Leeds.

How long did he have?

I'd say months, not years.

It's a nasty one.

Do you wanna look?

-No thanks.
-No thanks.

Nothing else on the body that
could indicate foul play?

No, he's clean as a whistle.

Sir, these have just been found

in the bin of Griffin's laptop.

Who's that with Walker?

The caretaker at Cherwell Tower.

The old bloke who's in hospital.

He talks about Griffin and
was visited by Pal Miclean.

Maybe Griffin visited
Nolan as well.

Then there's this one.

Sir.

This may explain why Pal
Miclean rewrote his will.

Sorry to bother
you, Mr. Walker.

You're not bothering me much.

We found a row of Clive
Griffin's photos

buried away on his laptop.

One of them is of you
and Arthur Nolan.

That's hardly controversial.

I've known Arthur for years.

He'd been caretaker at Cherwell
Tower since we put it up.

I never knew it was your
firm built the block.

Yeah, me and Pal.

Our first tower, first
big council contract.

When was that?

Oh, back in the '60s.

Miclean's did the design
and engineering.

We supplied the slabs,
bricks, mortar.

We were off to the
moon in those days.

Pal Miclean visited Nolan
several times apparently,

including the night he died.

Not surprising, he'd known
him as long as I have.

Any idea why Pal would be
interested in getting Griffin

to photograph the pair of you,

if it was him that
commissioned it?

No.

When did you last see Nolan?

A couple of days before
he had his stroke.

Seven, eight weeks ago.

I've just come from
Rob's postmortem.

Did you know he was
dying of a brain tumor?

What?

No.

No, I didn't.

Did he know about it?

He'd been seeing a specialist
for a couple of months.

I'm sorry.

Mind if I ask you a
personal question?

You can ask.

You've been a father to
Rob, a brother to Pal,

and an uncle to Helen
through the years.

If you've been more than that,

I wouldn't be making a judgment.

I'm not sleeping with Kay,

if that's where you're
going, Mr. Dalziel.

All I want for her is
happiness and peace.

Wherever she can find it.

With whoever.

What now?

Helen's just upstairs,
feeding the baby.

Why did you lie to us
about Tanya, Mr. Chapman?

What? No.

She's not someone you
picked up one night.

You work with her.

Look,

it's Kelly, Kelly Knightley.

Where does she live?

Cherwell Tower.

Why didn't you tell
us this before?

Because, she doesn't
want anyone else

to know what she does for money.

Where can we find her?

Will she be at work today?

I have no idea.

Baby alarm's working fine.

Nurse, would it be
all right for me

to sit with Mr. Nolan, he's
an old employee of mine.

The police have been
asking about you.

I can't keep covering.

You better tell them
you're all right.

I've a really full list,
I'll call them in a bit.

Beep me when you're free.

Blast, I left it in the car.

Can you leave now, please?

I haven't got any money
on me, I'll scream.

Look, you have nothing
to be frightened of.

You've just seen me
upstairs with Mr. Nolan.

Yeah.

You shouldn't creep up
on people like that.

What do you want anyway?

I just want to warn you.

I,

I know you've been sleeping
with Jason,

but I suggest you don't
ever see him again.

Helen is very dear to me.

And I don't want that
family hurt anymore.

Now, do we understand
each other?

Good.

Superintendent Dalziel
with the CID.

This is my colleague DI Pascoe.

Is Kelly Knightley on the ward?

She just popped out to her car.

She'll be back in a minute.

In that case, we'll talk
to Mr. Nolan while we wait.

He's in the ward down there,
and be gentle with him.

He's not feeling very
well tonight.

Did I see you at Cherwell Tower?

That's where Kelly
Knightley lives.

She a friend of yours then?

Yeah, why?

No reason.

Hello, Arthur.

Hello.

I'm Andy, this is Peter.

You're a friend of Pal
Miclean and Bill Walker's.

Did Clive Griffin
come to visit you?

No more names.

Did Griffin ask for names?

He never knew.

Who didn't?

Griffin?

I never say Bill.

Bill Walker?

Never say what, Arthur?

Nelson Ward got them all.

Not safe.

No one's safe.

Kelly Knightley?

DI Pascoe, can I have a word?

You know we've been
looking for you?

Yeah.

We know all about you
and Jason Chapman.

Were you aware that
Clive Griffin

had been taking photos
of you both?

Who?

He was found dead at the
bottom of Cherwell Tower.

You were seen leaving
Moscow House by one of our

police officers the
night Pal Miclean died.

I was too frightened
to come to you then.

I thought you'd arrest
me for prostitution.

We're not interested
in that, love.

All we need to know is
if you saw anything

or anyone that night.

Look, I didn't see anything.

Just a shadow in a
window upstairs.

Was it before or after
the gun went off?

I think it was afterwards.

But I'm not sure.

I was just trying
to find my phone.

I don't know really, I ran off.

You should have come
to us earlier.

You can go now.

Any more good news?

The results of the DNA
analysis are back.

Your DNA matches a
fragment of skin

found under Clive Griffin's
fingernail.

Hard to think how it got
there if you never met him.

So you lied again, about
not seeing him that night.

All right, I saw him.

Where and when?

Hospital, as I was leaving.

He had some photos like the
ones you showed me before.

Was he trying to blackmail you?

Yeah, 5,000.

I got angry, I swung at him,
and he must have caught me.

So you didn't follow
Griffin to Cherwell Tower?

No, I didn't kill anyone.

All right, get up.

What are you doing
here, Mrs. Miclean?

Am I going to be arrested
for being in my own house?

She had that in her hand, sir.

It came from in there.

Can you tell us what this
book is, Mrs. Miclean?

I'll speak to Mrs.
Miclean alone.

Did you come for this?

I don't even know what it is.

I was looking for something.

What?

A confession, an apology.

Just something to tell me why
this man that I was married to

should end his life
without leaving any word.

It would have been safer
to warn someone.

Pal and Rob died in this house.

It's not just the police
looking for answers.

I'm trying to protect you, Kay.

Are they sure?

Would you see Mrs.
Miclean to her car?

Okay, thanks, we'll be
there as soon as we can.

You let her go?

She gave me a satisfactory
account

of her reason for being here.

What's she got over you, Andy?

Are you that desperate
to get in her bed

you've forgotten
what your job is?

Or who your friends are?

It's not a matter of lust.

You're joking, aren't you?

I've fallen in lust
1,000 times, Peter,

well over the 200 mark anyway.

But I've only ever been
in love once, with her.

-Does that explain--
-Friends don't question.

Friends don't abuse
each other's trust

and help murder suspects flee
the scene of their crime.

Unless I've missed something,

no murder's been committed
in this house.

Yeah.

Well it looks like we
all missed something.

Okay, Vez, what have you got?

Right, look carefully at
the two blood patterns.

This is the father's,
and this is the son's.

They look the same,
more or less.

But look there, sir,
on the father's.

There's another deeper
layer of pooling.

Meaning?

Meaning we're looking
at two blood patterns.

One on top of the other.

The first is smaller
and more concentrated,

the kind you'd expect if
the victim was stabbed.

With a letter opener,
for instance.

Yes, sir.

The second is larger and
slightly less concentrated,

as you'd expect with
a shotgun wound.

He was most likely
stabbed first,

under the skull or high
up in the neck area.

Otherwise, postmortem
would have picked it up.

So he was already dead
before the gunshot?

The door was locked
from the inside.

He can't have been murdered.

It all makes sense now.

Right, I'm assuming the
killer used two keys.

Using the same kind of thread
that was tied to Pal Miclean's

foot, the killer tied a
long length to the key,

which we found in the lock.

To the head and to the end.

He threads one loop,

through the keyhole.

From the inside, he then loops

the other end around the
spindle of the record player.

Now he comes out of the room,

and closes and locks
the door carefully,

with his own key, keeping
the threads out of the way.

Then he removes his key,

and starts to pull
on the thread,

maneuvering the key
inside, towards the lock.

So he manages to get the
key in the lock, then what?

We've still got all
this thread everywhere.

Yeah, but as soon as
the key is in place,

he sets fire to the thread.

How could he be sure it
wouldn't burn halfway

and then go out?

Well because it's soaked
in some kind

of accelerant, probably
ordinary lighter fluid.

That's the smell we noticed.

That's a really good trick.

For anyone with engineering
experience,

I imagine it's pretty basic.

Anything?

This was slipped inside
one of the back pages.

Radium 226 is highly
radioactive.

A million times more so

than the same mass of uranium.

I think we've had a
breakthrough, sir,

or part of one, anyway.

We've traced 22 of the
names in the book so far,

and five of them are children
under 14 who died of cancer.

So?

Well, childhood cancer's
dead rare.

More than a couple of
cases in one area

in the same period
would have had

the environmental people
asking questions.

This lot didn't die at
the same time, did they?

No, and they didn't all die
in the same places, either,

so they weren't picked up.

But at one time or another they
all lived at Cherwell Tower.

The boss isn't himself,
is he, sir?

You can say that.

Was he?

You know, was he in
love with Mrs. Miclean?

I think he thinks he still is.

People do mad things
when they're in love.

Yeah.

Yeah, they do.

Have to mind his back for
him then, won't we, sir?

Do you know these girls?

I'm, I was their aunt.

My brother's kids.

Are those dates when they died?

Yes.

What happened?

They got cancer, leukemia.

Both of them?

Yes.

More than unusual, isn't it?

Where did you get this?

It belonged to someone
called Pal Miclean.

He visited Mr. Nolan regularly.

Do you remember him?

Not particularly.

Any idea why your nieces
would be in his book?

You don't happen to know what
radium 226 is, I suppose.

I'm, I think it's what
they used to use

in radiotherapy machines.

It's very radioactive.

Strange that.

Something that can cure
cancer, or cause it.

Thank you.

Right, two wings of
the old infirmary

were rebuilt in the early '60s.

One of them dealt with
cancer patients.

Who disposed of the radioactive
machines?

The Walkers' company, sir.

Did this cancer clinic
have a name?

Nelson, sir, Nelson Ward.

If Bill Walker dumped all
the radioactive equipment

from Nelson Ward under
Cherwell Tower.

Conveniently built
by Pal Miclean.

And Bill Walker.

That would explain the cancer.

Can you shout up a duty
sergeant, Peter?

We're gonna need some uniforms.

Get everyone quietly
outta Cherwell Tower.

I think Spice has cracked it.

Mind if we come in?

You going somewhere?

Just a long drive.

Did you kill
Pal Miclean?

I didn't kill anyone.

Not even to avenge the
death of your nieces?

When the girls died, it
tore my family apart.

We couldn't stop wondering why.

Why both of them?

I'd read about radiation
and cancer clusters,

and I thought if I could
just prove the girls had been

exposed to something it
might help us all move on.

And I'd more or less
given up when Arthur Nolan

was brought onto my ward.

I knew where he'd worked.

And once Pal Miclean
started visiting, I realized

there was something going
on at Cherwell Tower.

Do you know who killed
Pal Miclean?

Kay?

Kay?

Kay.

Andy, what is it?

I want the truth, I wanna
hear you say it.

The truth about what?

About Cherwell Tower,
the cancer ward,

the radiation and the children.

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

No more games!

No more stories of
self-sacrifice and pain!

I wanna know about the children.

I wanna know how you
can live with yourself.

Live with myself, it
wasn't my doing.

I didn't even know about
it til years later.

Pal and Bill buried the stuff.

And that makes it okay?

It's been poisoning that
building and killing people

who live there ever since.

You've been bringing up
Helen, and all those families

were losing their own.

And it's been 20
years, 20 years!

Keeping your secrets, Kay.

Knowing the sacrifices you made,

I couldn't even understand.

Please calm down.

Calm down?

You know something,
you're a murderer!

All right, all right,
I've covered it up.

I've covered for Pal like
I've always covered for him.

Don't say that, don't go there.

Stop, I didn't want to
be punished any more.

And they did?

All those people, they did?

I'm going to ask you
a question now,

and I want you to
be honest with me.

Did you kill Pal?

He asked me to meet him at
Moscow House that night.

He asked Bill as well,
but he was delayed.

What did he want?

He was talking about
Cherwell Tower,

saying it was time
we all faced up

to the consequences of
what we buried years ago.

Why did you kill him?

Because it was all
happening again,

just like it did 20 years ago.

We were arguing, and

I couldn't calm him down.

And then he went to hit me.

He was going to kill me,

so I just grabbed the
paper knife, and I

I stabbed him.

You killed my father?

I had to.

Look, that's what he
did to me last time.

Do you remember?

When you were little?

Me, lying at the bottom
of the stairs.

We told you that someone
had broken in, but

there wasn't a burglar.

Your father pushed me.

He did that to you?

No, no.

And after the fall, I could
never have a child of my own.

You remember how you couldn't
understand how it felt?

But I had you.

You are all I loved.

You and Daisy are the only
family I'll ever have.

Dad and Rob were the only
real family I had left,

and you killed them both.

I didn't kill your brother.

He took his own life.

Trying to get you lot
to take notice.

He was dying of a brain tumor.

Exactly.

Helen, please.

Why did you go to such lengths

to make Pal's death
look like suicide?

When you could have pleaded
self-defense?

She didn't, Mr. Dalziel.

I did.

The trick with the
keys was something

I taught my boy years ago.

Kay Miclean,

I'm arresting you for the murder

of your husband, Palodonus
Miclean.

You do not have to say anything.

Andy?

You do not half to say anything,

but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something you'd like
to rely on in court.

You're a man of principle,
Mr. Walker.

So how does a man of
principle square away

what you did at Cherwell Tower?

Or if you can't, give me a
better reason than profit.

Ignorance, we knew
that the stuff

from Nelson Ward was dangerous,

but we never bothered to
find out much about it.

We knew that we couldn't
afford to dispose of it

legally without bankrupting
ourselves

on our first big contract.

So you buried it under
Cherwell Tower.

Paid Arthur Nolan to keep
an eye on things for you.

Arthur knew a lot of the people

who died at Cherwell Tower.

He kept in contact with
some of the families.

A few weeks ago, Pal
turned up in a rage,

demanding that we
get the stuff out.

I said that I could
persuade the council

that the tower needed
condemning.

Structural issues.

And then we could get
the tenants out

and dispose of the stuff safely.

But that wasn't enough for Pal.

That night, he called
me and Kay.

Said he was gonna
spill the beans.

It was time to

confront our consciences,
he said.

Kay got there first.

She stabbed him, you made it
look like he killed himself.

And Griffin?

That wasn't planned.

I'd worked out that Kelly
Knightley must have spotted me

at Moscow House, so I was
watching her at Cherwell Tower.

Well, Griffin saw me.

Put two and two together.

And confronted me.

We argued.

He fell.

And Rob?

I'm writing this before
I kill myself.

I know I can trust
you to take this

to Detective Inspector Pascoe.

His father and I are the
people who killed him.

We let him stay in that,

that place.

We put the gun to his head.

Do you know where the
signed copy of this went?

That new will of Pal's
cut Kay out.

I had to get rid of it.

But that meant Rob had nothing.

I would have looked after him.

I did this for Kay, Helen,

and the baby, so that they could
have a future, Mr. Dalziel.

I don't care much what
happens to me.

Want some company?

I've been a stupid
old fart, Peter.

I was taken in, hook,
line and sinker.

We all do daft things
when we're in love, Andy.

If you weren't my best friend,

I'd have done you for that.

If you weren't my best friend,
I wouldn't have bothered.

Thanks for standing by me.