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-[thunder]
-[ominous music]

-[dramatic music]
-[water dripping]

They've been down
there two hours.

Thank God the downs and
quarter are still

divertin' the flood water
across the bass head.

Neville, if it keeps
rainin' like this.

You've got to check
the weather forecast

every half hour.

[upbeat music]

Over 'ere.

I'm 'ere.

Help me.

Somebody, please.

Help me.

Lizzie, listen.

Hold it down a sec.

It's her, we found her.

Settle the hay phone.

Let's contact the madam.

Underground to surface.

We've located Hazel, over.

Well done, Roskie.

Give me a casualty sitrep
as soon as you can, over.

-[thunder crashing]
-[rain falling]

Found her, Gary.

She's gonna be okay.

Ah, thank you, cheers.

[dramatic music]

Gary and me got duffed
by the water.

I tried to find another way out.

Suddenly all the rocks
came crashing down.

[Lateef] We'll have you out
of here in a jiffy, Hazel.

[Mills] Sit here, love.

She's in a bad way.

The location is dangerous.

We're getting her splintered

and onto a drag stretcher now,

but it's gonna be a
tough ascent, over.

[Officer Maddern] I'll put
the air ambulance on standby

to Ellis Hospital, over.

[ominous music]

[car alarm beeping]

-[breathing heavily]
-[car alarm beeping]

[water rushing]

Let's wait 'til the
second pitch.

The entrance is flooding

and we're looking at a
two foot diameter max.

In her condition, we can't
afford to spend the night

down here.

We'll just have to push on
as quick as possible then.

[Officer] Keep it level, okay?

[glass impacting helmet]

Lateef.

Give us a hand.

I think I found something.

[eerie music]

[Allan] You lock yourself out?

I'm fine, thank you.

You look like you might
need some help.

I told you, I'm fine, thank you.

Right then, night.

That'll be 4.80, please.

-Charlie.
-Hi, sis.

-Who was that?
-Just some guy.

Anyway, how you've been?

Got work with the Kings.

And you're sure you
haven't had anyone

with that condition come in?

I'm a relative and I am worried

and I'm worried sick.

My name is Mary.

Mary Evans.

[mysterious music]

[dramatic music]

[helicopter blades whirring]

Haven't they got anything
better to do?

That's no way to talk
about the British press.

They're lookin' after
our interests

by keeping us well-informed.

Hello.

[Dalziel] I have no idea
you're into bondage.

Very funny.

I think he looks sexy.

Sounds like you had a
bit of a nightmare.

Yeah, wasn't the easiest
of rescues,

but she was conscious
when we airlifted her out,

so we're hopeful.

So where's this body
I've been dragged away

from me dinner for?

It's on its way up now, sir.

Do you want me to stick around?

How long you been down
in those caves?

Nine hours in total.

Oh, well, you won't be
knocking off yet, then.

Don't be daft.

Get off home, you'll cope.

Only if you're sure.

Yeah, go on.

Fez, you've only worked
half a day.

I want you sharp as
a pin tomorrow.

And don't expect to be
treated like a hero.

I won't, boss.

He's a good lad, that one.

You'd never guess it,

the way you treat him sometimes.

It's management, Peter.

Keep your team on the toes.

[laughter]

[Journalist] But he
would have done.

Superintendent Dalziel,
what a pleasure.

Not you, Ruddlesdin.

I thought you'd buggered
off to London.

No, I'm up here for the
Wetherton August.

Small fish in a small pond, eh?

What was your last scoop?

Dodgy chicken nuggets
at the co-op?

Very funny, Dalziel.

Now I hear you found
some sort of a caveman.

Really, well if you
know that already,

why you askin' me?

Bloody 'ell.

Wetherton's own Tutankhamen.

[Pascoe] The wrappin'
up looks fairly hasty,

but it obviously did the job.

Well, we better check the
pathy for fingerprints

or a maker's mark.

Obviously a woman, petite.

And five foot two.

Obviously been stripped
of clothes and jewelry.

Where the hell did it come from?

Well, all this recent
rain must have

washed it out of its
dry hiding place.

Well, one thing's for sure.

She's down there a long time.

[ominous music]

[car alarm beeping]

Markers on the polythene
indicated

it was made by a company
called Stickpole.

Started up in Stimteay, but
out of business by 1990.

There's a lot of missing
persons to go trolling through.

I've got someone trying
to trace the former owner

of the company to see
if they can give us

something more specific.

[Dalziel] Mornin', Frank.

Anything useful?

Multiple fractures to
bones suggest a fall

from a great height.

The fatal injury
was to the head.

She received a number of blows.

Any idea what with?

Well, there's no sharp
edges, so a bar or a bat,

20 to 40 years ago.

We knew that already
from the polythene.

What else?

Well, there's a scar
on her left arm

you can still just about see.

Would have been a real
corker when she was alive.

That all?

Well, we've also removed
a number of samples

from the body and hair.

They're with Forensics.

[Dalziel] By the way, nice
to have you back, Frank.

Nice to have you back, Frank.

-[keyboard clacking]
-[video rewinding]

Ah, well done.

I can't, I can't.

Why don't you do it, Charlie?

[Lynn laughing]

I love you, Charlie.

[applause]

Ay, the climbin' boy then.

What's that pennant called?

Sheer potencing?

[Lateef] It's mountaineering,
boss.

Well, you had to climb
out, didn't you?

How well do you know
those caves?

Pretty well.

Why don't you get
back down there

and see what else
is lurkin' in 'em?

Oh, I'd love to, sir.

See, I was thinkin'
about it last night

and I've got a theory.

Ah.

Those potholes are like
Picadilly Circus in the summer,

right?

Every inch has been
gone over about 50 times

How's the body stayed
'idden for so long?

Well, I reckon, the tunnel
wall that fell on Hazel

must've opened up a whole
new network of passages.

Our best bet's just to
do a systematic search

from where we found her.

There's a woman downstairs, sir.

Under duress.

Says she might know who
the cave woman is.

Does she now?

Get a team together.

[Lateef] I'll speak to
the cave rescue guys.

[Dalziel] Whoever, just
get back down there

as soon as you can.

I think the body in the caves
might be my sister, Lynn.

[Pascoe] Well, why
do you think that?

It says the body might
have been there some time.

Well, Lynn went missing
in July 1985.

She's 29.

Did she have any distinguishin'
marks?

She had a scar on her arm.

Which arm?

Uh, here, left one.

So you're saying her
name was Lynn Dewhurst?

Barron, Lynn Barron.

She kept her husband's name
after they were divorced.

You probably know him.

You mean the Chief Constable?

Yeah.

Hello.

Thought it was you.

Did you get into your
flat okay last night?

Yes, thank you.

No one likes to be locked out.

No.

So, you worked here long?

Uh, couple of years.

Don't know exactly.

You must love books,
bein' a librarian.

Yeah.

Clever girl like you.

Bet you could work anywhere
you wanted.

Not sure about that.

I'm afraid I've got
to get going.

Time for your break, is it?

Uh, I've got the afternoon off.

Oh, lucky you.

Doin' anything nice?

It's my father's birthday.

It's been nice chattin'.

Lynn Barron.

She was reported missing on
the 20th of July in 1985.

Last seen gettin' off
a bus at Red Moor.

Body never found,
query, murdered.

There's one suspect,
Eddie Summers.

He was 31 at the time.

He's interviewed twice
under caution.

He'd written Lynn a
threatening note.

[Pascoe] What happened to him?

[Spicer] Died in a car
accident the following month.

Looks like a bit of a tosser.

[Spicer] Well, it says here
he's once a boxing champion.

Notice who the Senior
Investigatin' Officer was?

You're kidding.

This case has gone
from bad to worse.

Andy, Peter, come in, come in.

Have a seat.

Cuppa?

Uh, no, you're all right, sir.

So, you're sure it's
Lynn Barron?

We're doin' a DNA match
with her sister,

but we're fairly
certain it's her.

And it looks like murder, sir.

Oh, God.

We noticed you was Senior
Investigatin' Officer.

Is there anything we
should know, sir?

Uh, Eddie Summers
was the only one

who was ever really
in the frame,

but we couldn't get
enough on him.

Nobody, no forensics,
and then he died.

Precisely, but he'd
threatened Mrs. Barron before

and had a history of violence.

There's gonna be lots
of media interest.

And the rest.

A new Chief Constable's
ex-wife turns up

dead after 20 years,

and his Deputy was Senior
Investigating Officer.

I better break it to him.

Oh, my goodness.

[laughing and applauding]

That was brilliant.

You're so clever.

[John] Thank you, Charlie.

That was just the best
birthday present.

Thank you.

All right, you're welcome, Dad.

-It's a payback, really.
-How's that?

If you hadn't encouraged me
about that woman, Meg Mill.

You know, when you become
a famous director, Charlie,

and have lots of money,
can I quit work?

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I can barely feed myself
at the moment.

Oh, well, what do you expect?

Selling popcorn in the cinema.

After all the money your
father spent on your education.

Can't you use your degree
to get a proper job?

He's just following his
dreams, aren't you, Charlie?

Doing something you love,
that's the important thing, hmm?

[Sophie] Right, are
we all ready then?

Oh, what's all this, then?

Oh, take a wild guess.

Oh, wow, Sophie.

* Happy birthday to you

-* Happy birthday dear Dad
-[cellphone ringing]

What?

Dad's phone, by any chance?

Don't answer it.

It's your first week
off in months.

Sorry, everyone, it's, uh,

Yes, hello, Barron
speaking here.

Probably must say,
Barron's guts.

When he was able to be
Chief Constable, wasn't he?

Yeah, but Barron was always
gonna get the top job.

Seems unfair.

I mean, Pyke was only
stuck with the force

while Barron spent 10
years poncing about

with the Home Office.

Life's not fair, Peter.

I thought you were givin' up.

I am.

[Charlie] That was
delicious, Sophie.

Well, it's lovely to spend
time with the two of you.

Doesn't happen as often
as it should these days.

[Maisie] You know, I don't
see much of them, either.

Dad's been on the phone
a long time, Charlie.

What's he sayin'?

He keeps turnin', so
I can't quite tell.

I think someone's died.

Oh?

[mysterious music]

Dad?

They think they found
your mother's body.

Lynn?

Oh, my God.

Where did they find her?

Crossley Passage.

The police are on their
way over now.

I don't want to be here
when they come.

I don't want to talk to them.

Don't worry, sweetheart,
you won't have to.

Okay.

I'll come with you.

[Dalziel] Nice house.

So this is what you get
when you behave yourself.

Well, you'll never
know, will you?

No, but I want to.

This isn't his, anyway.

Power says it belongs
to his mother, Maisie.

Cozy.

[doorbell ringing]

Superintendent Dalziel,
DI Pascoe.

Sir.

I'll leave you alone.

Maisie?

Yes.

-So, gentlemen,
-[clock chiming]

what do you want to know?

You and Mrs. Barron, Lynn,
were divorced in 1983?

Yes, Lynn suffered from
terrible post-natal depression

after Nerissa was born,

and ultimately led to the
breakdown of our marriage.

But she was still visiting
the family home regularly

when she disappeared?

Well, of course.

Nerissa and Charlie
were her children, too.

And she was coming here the
day when she was last seen?

Yeah, that's right.

She was gonna watch
Live Aid with the kids,

but she never arrived.

You never saw her that day?

No, I was at a police
reunion 'til the early hours

of the morning,

and then I drove straight
from there

to Manchester Airport to
catch a 6:30 a.m. flight.

I was in France for
the next three days.

The main suspect, Eddie Summers,

did you know him?

Not really.

He was a friend of
Lynn and her sister

when they were younger.

Frankly, I thought he was
a rather sad character.

He'd been a boxer, I think,

and the blows to his head
had taken their toll.

One last thing.

We noticed on the file

that Sophie, your present wife,

originally came to work
for you as a nanny.

Oh, that was a year
after Lynn went missing.

There's no point at all
talking to her then?

Wouldn't have thought so.

Thank you for your time, sir.

[Pascoe] Thank you.

[mysterious music]

Hang on.

This looks promising.

[water dripping]

[Officer Maddern] Hold on.

Right, that'll do it for today.

I know when everyone's
had enough.

Bring him up.

[phone ringing]

[Spicer] How'd you get on, Fez?

Not great.

Found nowhere in the
cave to drop a body down.

Well, it got down there somehow.

Obviously, she was hardly
murdered by a bunch

of maraudin' posholes, was she?

Ignore him.

It's like a maze down there

and there's lots of
crawling involved.

It's just gonna take time.

Been pissing down with rain.

Any evidence connected to
that body'll be washed away

if we don't get a shift done.

We're trying our best, sir.

Bollocks.

[phone ringing]

-There ya go.
-Thanks.

Whatever I do is never
good enough for him.

That's how he is.

You know that.

Just wish I could find
somebody in those bloody caves.

[Spicer] You will.

I hope so.

Anyway, how was your
date last night?

Like I'm gonna tell you.

The police called
me this afternoon.

They want me to come in
and have a chat tomorrow.

Yeah, they left a
message for me here, too.

So what's the problem?

I just don't want to
take everything up again.

They're trying to work
out who killed our mum.

Charlie, I know you loved Lynn,

but I remember what
she was really like.

If Mum and Dad hadn't
adopted me,

I don't know where I'd be now.

It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

And me.

Look, we'll go see the
police together.

Won't be so bad.

All right, thank you.

[mysterious music]

[light splashing]

What are you doing here?

I left my mobile phone
here yesterday.

I've come to collect it.

Well, go on, then.

[fire sizzling]

[car horn honking]

[Dalziel] Don't do that.

I hear the cave woman
is Barron's ex missus.

Oh, yeah?

Come on, you must've
realized by now

what a pig's ear Iain
Pyke made of that case.

Do you think?

I know.

In 1985, just outside
of Manchester,

three months before Lynn
Barron went missin',

similar victim profile,
body wrapped in polythene.

David Streeter got put
away for that one.

Streeter?

He's a right nasty
piece of work,

rape and murder mainly.

Do you think he killed
Lynn Barron?

Amongst others.

I've been lookin' into
him for a while now.

Not a month of control in
his urges, our Mr. Streeter.

Thanks.

So?

What do I get in return?

Sod all.

Oi, Posh.

Dig up everything you can on
somebody called David Streeter.

[Spicer] Yes, sir.

You might have to talk to
Grace and Matches at police,

but then that won't bother
you as much as most, will it?

-Andy?
-What?

I've been looking at Lynn
Barrow's last known movements.

She was traveling
from Manton to,

[Dalziel] What where
her sister still lives?

Ay, from there to the Barrons,

only she never turned up.

And she was reported missing
the following morning?

That's the thing.

She wasn't reported
missing until a week later.

Who did report her missing,
her sister?

No, John Barron's mother.

Can you tell us why
it took you so long

to report Lynn missing?

[Maisie] Don't know
what you mean.

Well, she was coming here
to visit her children

on the Saturday she disappeared.

[Maisie] Mm-hmm.

You didn't phone her
sister, your son in France,

so the police would say
she hadn't turned up.

Look, Lynn was deeply selfish,
completely unreliable.

She was always letting
her daughter down.

Nothing unusual about that.

The daughter?

What about her son?

Charlie?

Well, he wasn't really
her son, was he?

Wasn't John's either.

[Allan] You look nice today.

Why do you keep following
me around?

I really don't mean any harm,

not to you,

Nerissa Jane.

How do you know my middle name?

[Allan] I know more
about you than you think.

Look, I've been patient
with you,

but this has got to stop or
I'll call the police, okay?

Are you all right, Nerissa?

No, no, I'm not.

[Library Assistant] I'm
gonna have to ask you

to leave the building.

[ominous music]

[fire sizzling]

-Charlie.
-Hey.

What you doing out here?

Just thinking.

I saw Gran burnin' some
stuff out here earlier today.

It reminded me of somethin'
I saw after mum disappeared.

What was that, sweetheart?

Gran.

She burnt mum's clothes.

No, you must be wrong.

Your mum wasn't living
here then.

All the clothes were long gone.

It was definitely after
mum disappeared.

So I don't understand.

How did you get on with
your mum, Charlie?

What was she like?

Like a mum.

Smelled good, looked good,

helped me when I was upset.

Bit quiet,

missed her when she
wasn't there.

[Pascoe] Do you remember
when you saw your mum

for the last time?

She was meant to show up
to watch Live Aid with us,

but never did.

So when did you actually
last see her?

A few days before
she went missing.

I can't be sure when.

[Dalziel] Where?

At her place.

Was anybody else there?

Yeah, it was me, mum, Nerissa,
and me mum's sister, Vanda,

but we didn't speak to her.

Why not?

She and mum had had a
row about something.

You didn't mention that at
the time you were interviewed.

Well, we were told to
keep everything short.

Who by?

I think it was Mr. Pyke.

[Pascoe] Why weren't
you and Lynn talking

at the time when she
disappeared, Vanda?

Who said we weren't?

Her son, Charlie.

Well, he's wrong.

His father probably told
him another one of his lies.

[Dalziel] What do you mean?

Ask John Barron.

I'm asking you.

You lot were determined to
find Eddie Summers guilty

for Lynn's murder.

He was an innocent man.

He had convictions for assault.

Once, when he was drunk.

He was a boxer.

People were always trying
to have a go.

He also wrote Lynn a note

warning her to stay
away from Barron.

Didn't mean was gonna hurt her.

Eddie cared for Lynn
as a friend.

-Not a lover?
-No.

When they were younger,
yes, but not at that time.

How could you be so sure?

Did your sister tell
you everything?

After John and Lynn split
up, she came to live with me.

We became very close.

And yet, you were very
slow to report her missing.

Why was that?

I thought she stayed
over with the kids.

[Dalziel] You didn't
call her to check?

I didn't like to
ring that house.

My interest was never
welcomed by the Barrons.

I don't understand how
any of this is relevant.

I've kept on saying it.

Eddie couldn't have
killed Lynn that night,

because he was here all night.

On the sofa.

I don't remember seeing
that in your statement.

Well, I told Inspector
Pyke at the time.

Thought that would
be the end of it,

but they wouldn't
leave Eddie alone.

Oh, to what do I owe
this privilege?

I've got to ask you
about something, Maisie.

Mm-hmm.

Something Charlie told me.

Ah, what's the boy
been saying now?

[Sophie] Why do you always
got to take that tone?

Because he's never been
anything but trouble

in this family.

That's so unfair of you.

He's been a joy.

Well, I haven't seen it.

[Sophie] Because you've
never looked.

So, what's the boy been saying?

That he saw you burnin'
Lynn's clothes out here,

after she'd gone missing.

Is that true?

No, it isn't.

What's he trying to insinuate?

That I killed Lynn?

No.

I should hope not.

You can leave the tea.

Yes, sir.

You're right.

I'll be there in about
20 minutes, half an hour.

All right, bye.

Who was that?

Pyke.

Wants me to go and give
him a progress report.

Well, you can ask him why
there are so many gaps

in his investigation.

I might just do that.

I just wanted to know how
things are going, Andy.

There's not a lot to tell, sir.

We're still waiting for
more forensic results.

It was a terribly
difficult case,

but Summers' threatening
note to Lynn

was the clincher to me.

Certainly gave motive.

Shame he killed himself.

I think we coulda got a
confession there.

His death might have been
an accident, though, sir.

[Pyke] Yes, course.

There're a couple of details

about the initial investigation

which I'm confused about, sir.

Oh?

Well, why didn't anyone look
at the Chief's movements

more closely the night
Lynn went missing?

Well, to eliminate him
without a sense or a doubt.

Give the media these days,

well, we just gotta be covered.

He was at the police reception.

[Dalziel] But there are
a couple of time gaps.

They were insignificant,

and of course, we know now
that the body was dumped

20 miles away.

That's where the body
was found, sir.

Not where it was dumped.

True, but still.

And Eddie Summer stayed
with Vanda Dewhurst

the night Lynn disappeared.

That's not on file.

Well, I don't know how
you found Vanda Dewhurst,

but I recall her bein' two
summers' short of a picnic.

We were very rigorous in
our investigation, Andy.

If she said it, it would
have been recorded.

True, sir.

[ominous music]

-Right, love.
-Streeter.

Why, aren't you glad to see me?

What do you want?

You've been spreading
crap about me again.

I told you I don't want
to talk to you,

so why can't you just
leave me alone?

Okay, okay, no please.

I've done me time, I
kept me nose clean,

and now 'cause of crap you read,

my mam's says some bastard
cop has been 'round,

trying to fad me up for
something I didn't do,

saying I murdered someone else.

I've nothing to do with,

Bollocks.

Who else would have put
the idea in their head?

-It wasn't me.
-Liar.

This is all your fault,
you stupid bitch,

'cause of all the shit
you've been puttin' out there

about me.

One more word and you'll
find yourself dead.

You got me?

[punch landing]

[dramatic music]

[Spicer] Sir?

Davey Streeter's been out
of prison for 18 months.

He what?

[Spicer] And Great Mounted
police suspect he's guilty

of the violent murder
of a prostitute,

a body they found a
couple of weeks ago.

Could he be our killer?

Well, Ruddlesdin was right.

He wrapped his victims
in polythene.

Ruddlesdin's a bloody idiot.

She can't have got it right.

-Sir.
-Not now, love.

But, sir, Charlie Barron's
worried about his sister.

Apparently, she hasn't been seen

since she left work
four hours ago,

and she's not answering
the phone.

I better start looking
for her, then.

Andy, Peter.

I've heard Nerissa
Barron might be missing.

What's the latest?

Well, no reported sightings.

We're lookin' at a
possible suspect, though.

Davey Streeter.

He may be linked to the
disappearance of Lynn Barron.

We're on our way to
Nerissa's flat now.

[Pyke] I'll come with you.

[police siren]

I just don't understand.

This is so unlike Ness.

I can tell something's happened.

She's gonna be okay.

You've got to believe
that, Charlie.

I've lost both my mothers.

Sorry, Sophie.

And now, Nerissa.

Why is this happenin' to me?

Carlie, you've got to
stay positive, yeah?

Think I'm cursed.

Well, if you are, it's my
family that are suffering.

[John] Oh, for God's sake.

Well, you've spoiled that boy.

[Sophie] Charlie, wait.

When you should be here,

concentrating on your
own flesh and blood.

That boy is still
demanding your attention.

I adopted him.

I chose to be his father.

He did not choose me.

It's about Nerissa.

If something should
happen to her,

where would you be then?

I'm not going to have this
argument with you again.

Charlie is my son
and I love 'im,

and if you still can't
accept that fact,

maybe it's you who shouldn't
be part of this family.

This man Nerissa was seen
arguing with at the library.

Could he be this Streeter
character?

Well, the same man who
killed this girl's mother

has come out of prison
all these years later

and done that same thing to her?

Doesn't make any sense.

[Pascoe] Streeter might have
a grudge against Barron.

[Dalziel] Yeah, alternatively.

[Pascoe] Nerissa could
just be visitin' a friend.

We get DNA match off this.

Let's get back.

[water splashing]

Any luck?

There's no way through.

We're not going to
find a connection

to the upstream passage
from here.

Well, let's get back.

We've gone six.

The initial forensic
report on Lynn Barron

indicates traces of iron around
the wounds and the scalp.

[Dalziel] The murder weapon
was made from iron then?

Anything else?

Well, probably a spanner
or a crowbar,

because the weapon was curved.

What about the particles
in her hair?

Pollen, apparently.

Well, let's get a forensic
botanist have a look at those.

There are also traces
of peat in her hair.

Has been shown to be
a match to the peat

you find in the mid-Yorkshire
moors.

Trackin' that could have
come from Eston Moor,

where the Poles are.

No, it's miles out.

There's only peat on the Red
Ball side along the A1/47.

Which is where the driver
remembered Lynn

getting off the bus

Bit of a walk from
there to Barron's.

She could have been picked up.

Yep, anything could've
happened to her.

You gotta help me.

What happened to you?

Mutt mutt's after me,

says he's gonna kill me.

What?

Streeter found me.

He says I have to
leave him alone

or else he's gonna kill me.

Streeter's here in Wetherton?

Yeah, do you believe me now?

Have you got somewhere
you can go?

[sobbing hysterically]

Get in.

[ominous music]

Hello?

Police.

Anyone in there?

Open the door.

Come on, police.

Open this door, now.

I know you're in there.

Open it up.

Police!

Come on.

Open this door now.

What the hell are you doing
back here after all this time?

I thought I told you
never to come back.

I don't care anymore.

Don't you mess around with me.

Just leave me be.

You're going to prison.

What for?

I haven't done anything wrong.

I never did anything wrong.

That's what you say.

You'll rot in prison
for the next 20 years.

I'm gonna be dead
in three months.

Prison doesn't scare me anymore.

Posh, I take it there's no
sign of Nerissa Barron yet?

[Spicer] No, sir.

What about Davey Streeter?

[Spicer] Still lookin', sir.

But you're not, though, are you?

You're sittin' there,
on your bum,

behind your computer screen.

You've gotta get out there.

That's what policing's
all about.

Bad night.

Lateef, what have
you got for me?

Still nothing, sir.

We're dealing with totally
uncharted caves here.

All we can do is get down there

and head in the right direction.

Well, get your asses
back down there.

You're no bloody good
to me up here.

-You all right?
-Yes, sir.

Just don't want to let Mr.
Dalziel down, that's all.

There's no one better than him

and everyone around
here knows it.

Except you, of course, sir.

Yeah, yeah.

Remember, you can
only do your best.

[knocking]

Sorry to bother ya.

Have you seen this man
around here at all?

No, no I don't recognize
him, sorry.

[Spicer] How about this one?

I would say yeah.

Yeah, I do recognize him.

This is my tenant, Allan.

Allan Vibert.

Your tenant?

Are you sure?

Well, fairly.

It does look like him.

Why, what's he done?

We need emergency backup
at 18 Simolton Street.

[menacing music]

You're right, Posh.

This is our man from
the library.

Looks like an overdose.

He's dead.

No fingerprints.

Must have had something to hide.

[Spicer] No, he's
done a good job.

Nothing here that IDs him.

Oh, this isn't like any
junkie's flat I've ever seen.

Looks like someone's
wedged this door open

with a size nine.

[Spicer] Sir.

[water rushing]

[Lateef] I reckon if
we take this one,

we'll be very due north,

which is where we need
to be heading.

Listen, Parvez.

We've been going for four hours.

Everyone's cold and knackered.

Think we should call it a day.

Can't we just do just
one more push forward?

Nah, we gotta get back.

-[mysterious music]
-[grunting]

What happened yesterday?

I was outside my place
and he came up behind me

and injected me with something.

The next thing I remember
I was in his flat.

They found morphine
in your blood.

I've never taken any.

We guessed that's how
he overpowered you.

You'll be okay.

Your medical examination shows
that you weren't assaulted

in any way.

Did he say anything to you?

I was drifting in and
out of consciousness.

It's all a bit dreamy.

He was gentle, kind.

Do you remember anything else?

I was coming to at one point

and there was a knock
at the door.

That's when he moved me from
the bedroom into the bathroom,

and then he injected me again.

So you didn't hear anything?

No, nothing.

The next thing I remember
I was in the ambulance.

[door creaking]

Darling.

It's all right.

Thank you so much for
finding her, Mr. Dalziel.

[John] Don't worry now.

[Nerissa sobbing]

[cellphone ringing]

[Dalziel] Yeah.

[Spicer] Sir, I checked
Barron's car insurance details

from the time of Lynn's
disappearance like you asked.

[Dalziel] Anything?

Uh, two cars insured.

[Dalziel] The Bristol.

[Spicer] Yeah, and
an Austin Maestro.

[Dalziel] But it was all legit?

Yeah, although there
was one thing.

In May 1985, another
named driver was added

to the insurance,
Sophie Atkinson.

Sophie?

The current Mrs. Barron, sir.

Back inside.

I was so frightened, Ness.

Tell me about it.

They worked out why, did it?

It's just sad and lonely.

Now he's dead.

I almost felt sorry for him.

[Dalziel] You specifically
stated that Sophie

wasn't working for you
when Lynn disappeared.

I wasn't.

I was there for a couple
of months beforehand,

but I'd already left by then.

What?

It didn't seem important.

You're now married to a man

whose first wife went
missing a week after you left

their employment.

[Pascoe] Can you not see

how that might have
been important?

It was a silly mistake of ours

not to mention it at the time

and no more than that.

Just for the record,

when did your relationship
start, exactly?

I fell in love with John
and the children

just after I arrived
at that house.

In April 1985?

Around that time, yeah.

[Pascoe] Did Lynn know?

Lynn and I were long
divorced by then.

It was none of her business.

But did she know?

Yes, she did.

And how did she take the news?

Not very well.

Which was why we thought
it'd be a good idea

if Sophie went away for a
while until she'd cooled down.

But did she?

Yes, she did.

I reassured her that
no one could

or would replace her as
the children's mother.

[baby crying]

[Spicer] This is the address

on the bank statements
in Vibert's flat.

Mrs. Vibert?

Yo, what you want?

DI Pascoe.

I'm afraid I've got some
bad news about your husband.

Well, I'll go and get 'im.

Allan!

[Allan] What is it now?

[Mrs. Vibert] Pull over here!

You were right.

The hand prints have been
burnt off using acid.

This man didn't want
to be traced.

Yeah, he'd stolen another
man's identity, Frank.

I worked that out meself.

So what killed him?

Fatally high levels of
morphine in his system.

Like Nerissa Barron?

[Frank] Mm-hmm.

But why?

Well, you see these color
changes to the skin here?

These bruises?

The appearance of his nails.

The tests show our man had
advanced cirrhosis of the liver.

He would have been
in a lot of pain.

Hence, the morphine.

An alcoholic?

Naw, it looks more like
a genetic disorder to me.

Oh, he also suffered
some kind of a stroke.

This man makes me look like
an advert for good 'ealth.

Well, it gets worse,

because the muscle wasted
from the stroke

meant he would have had almost
no power in his left arm.

So he couldn't have
injected himself

with his right arm.

Exactly.

Well, this is a murder.

-[water running]
-[ominous music]

-Any luck?
-Nothin'.

By my calculations, we're
under Red Moor.

Hollywood's not that far off.

All we got is a spur
to the southwest to do.

It truly might be unstable,

'cause there's a lot
of water comin' down.

What's the point of
goin' back now?

We're so close.

Well, I'm going on.

Who's comin' with me?

I will.

[foreboding music]

[Lateef] How many guide
lamps you got?

[Mills] Two.

We're gonna need 'em
at the next sink.

[groaning]

I can feel a draft, c'mon.

Been coming down here for years.

I've never seen this
stuff before.

Where is it coming from?

C'mon, let's head back.

[dramatic music]

You look lost in thought, sir.

Do I?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Posh, see if you can fish up
Eddie Summers' dental records.

[Spicer] Yeah?

You mind me askin'
what for, sir?

Eddie Summers didn't
die in a car crash.

He was never in one.

And if I'm right, we're
all in trouble.

[water dripping]

[water rushing]

Oh, no.

Parvez!

Jenny!

[indistinct shouting]

Parvez!

Jenny!

[water rushing]

[dramatic music]

The rain must be torrential
up there.

You think We should head
back to the open gallery

and sit this one out?

Nah, let's push on.

Right, can't go back that way.

Get movin', c'mon.

We need to get higher.

[dramatic music]

-[panting]
-[coughing]

Mills, Mills, Mills!

C'mon.

-[panting]
-[shouting]

We're gonna drown.

No, you're gonna be all right.

[coughing]

Put this mask on.

It'll help you breathe.

Breathe!

We've got two down there, okay?

[Spicer] Where's Lateef?

He got caught up with the
risin' floodwaters with Mills.

A fresh, new rescue team
will look again.

I'm gonna call it from here.

Right, the wall came down.

[dramatic music]

[brakes screeching]

[Pascoe] Slow down, Andy.

[Dalziel] I just
wanna get there.

[Pascoe] Yeah, well, I wanna
get there in one piece.

[water rushing]

Really shouldn't be doin' this.

If it was anyone else,
I'd call it quits now.

If these conditions get much
worse, we'll have to go back.

Let's push on for now.

[dramatic music]

[TV Reporter] Where rescue
teams have been

working frantically
to rescue two cops

who were thought to have
been cut off by rising water.

[Spicer] Sir?

[Dalziel] Have they
found them yet?

No.

I don't understand, why not?

Well, we were already very deep.

Then Mills and Lateef moved
on without the rest of us.

We've no idea how much
farther in they went.

We don't know if we're close,

but they might just be taking
a long time wading back.

Takes a lot out of you.

Right.

-[menacing music]
-[water rushing]

Look at the time.

I know, I know, but let's
just push on to the soup.

We might have missed
our best route.

We shouldn't risk it.

The soup and then we turn back.

[Dalziel] Mr. Lateef.

Superintendent Dalziel.

I work with your son.

Yes, I know.

He's talked a lot about you.

Good to finally meet you.

This is my wife, Sameen.

Pleased to meet you.

Have they found them?

[Dalziel] Not yet.

We've been through this
before with Parvez.

Have they got survival gear?

I'm sure they're just waiting
for the water to go down.

Yes, they'll be fine.

Of course they will.

Excuse me, I'm just
gonna have a word.

How much longer?

Sir, we've gotta be realistic.

The conditions are atrocious
down there.

This could take a while.

-[water rushing]
-[indistinct shouting]

Hang on.

Lateef!

[Mills] Over here.

Over here, quick.

It's been almost five hours.

I cannot stand this.

I wish I'd never sent
him back down again.

You can't change
things now, Andy.

[cheering]

[Dalziel] About bloody time.

[hopeful music]

What's going on?

We're afraid he didn't make it.

What?

Where are the paramedics?

He might still be alive.

He's been dead too long.

C'mon, he could be warmed up.

You gotta try.

Sir, he's gone.

This is all your fault.

You did this.

You made him go back down there.

You killed him.

You did this.

You killed him.

[Sameen sobbing]

[wistful music]

Funny, you say what's
on your mind, Peter.

Nothing to say.

You could say that I'm a
pathetic, sad, old bastard

who bullies his way through
life to get what he wants.

That's what everyone
else will say.

Well, you can't make me say it.

It wasn't your fault, Andy.

You know what's really sad?

It was.

Lateef's death was
a complete waste.

It's achieved absolutely
nothing.

Can't believe you're
back here already.

You know, why don't you
take a few days off?

What's the point?

I just sit around moping.

I suppose.

Ness, can I ask you somethin'?

Course.

The night mum went missing.

Do you remember her
comin' to the 'ouse?

No.

You know she didn't turn up.

Why you askin' that?

'Cause I saw Gran burn
the clothes that night.

Charlie, it was so long ago.

Coulda been any night.

It was that night, I remember.

I tried to tell you,
but you were asleep.

You know, I switched the TV
off and Live Aid was still on.

Your memory's just playin'
tricks on you.

Let it go.

Look, I've got to get
on with things.

I'll call you later.

He looks so at peace,
doesn't he?

Yes.

He was a fantastic lad.

We were always very
proud of him.

Everybody loved him so much.

He was very popular here.

He was always telling us
stories about all of you.

Did you think he was a good
policeman, Mr. Dalziel?

Very.

He was dedicated,
strong, bright.

He's exactly what the
force needed, needs.

That means a lot to us.

We know how much he looked
up to you and respected you.

Lateef's parents okay?

They're coping.

So what's happening?

Well, it turns out, the
mud in the door frame

at Summers' flat had short
brown dog hairs in it.

And?

And it's possible our
murderer might own a dog

with short brown hair.

So, all we gotta do is find
someone with muddy boots

who owns a brown dog.

Can't be many of those
in Yorkshire.

It's a start, Andy.

ID, Summers' dental records
have been checked against

the body.

They're definitely the same man.

So why didn't someone
do that 20 years ago?

The body found in the
car was too badly damaged

to do a dental check.

How did they identify him then?

Well, the inquest accepted
the circumstantial testimony

of someone who'd seen Summers
drive away 30 minutes earlier.

Who was that?

Vanda Dewhurst.

We need to talk, Vanda.

Can't you see I'm busy?

Eddie Summers is dead.

He died two days ago
from morphine overdose.

You knew he was still
alive, didn't you?

[Vanda whimpering]

Eddie Summers didn't
sleep on your sofa

the night Lynn died.

You were having an
affair, weren't ya?

No, we weren't.

I loved him very much, but
he only ever loved Lynn.

Did Lynn know that?

Of course she did.

Tell us what actually
happened that night.

Ended up bein' over a week,

because she'd found out
about John and Sophie.

That night, she told me
she was gonna take the kids

and she was gonna live
with Eddie as a family.

I knew that she didn't love him,

so I told her the
truth that I did,

and she stormed out and
I never saw her again.

I've never regretted
anything so much.

[Dalziel] So you helped
him escape?

No, I didn't.

Thought he was dead
in that car crash.

And out of the blue,
five years later,

I got a phone call from him

saying he was living
in Scotland.

How did he get there?

Who helped him?

I don't know.

He wouldn't, never tell
me the details.

He wanted to protect me.

But you saw him?

Used to visit him,

but two years ago his health
had deteriorated so much,

I made him come and
live here with me.

Here?

How'd you manage that?

Well, people must have noticed.

We don't get many
visitors out here.

Whenever anybody did come,
he went down to his room

in the cellar.

So, what happened?

Came home one night, three
months ago, and he'd gone.

And you had no idea where to?

I searched for him everywhere.

I went back to Scotland.

I rang the hospitals
and hospices.

I thought he might be dead.

Where did you find him?

He'd moved in opposite
Nerissa Barron.

Then he kidnapped her.

Can you think why he
might have done that?

Nerissa, of course.

He was her father.

If Vanda's telling the truth,

say John Barron found out
his daughter wasn't his own,

that'd be motive for
murderin' his ex-wife.

I doubt he'd risk his
glittery career for that.

[car alarm chirping]

Well, Lynn was obviously
jealous of Barron and Sophie.

Maybe it was something to
do with their relationship.

Barron was divorced
from Lynn by then.

It wouldn't matter.

It would if someone else
was taking your place

in your kids' lives.

Take it from someone who knows.

Perhaps.

We should check Nerissa's
DNA against Summers' anyway.

We could.

What's wrong, Andy?

Lateef's funeral's in two hours.

I'm not sure I can care
about any of this right now.

Well, if you don't, then
we won't solve the case.

Then he will have
died for nothing.

I killed him.

Rubbish.

He died doing what he loved
best, bein' a policeman.

It's a risk we all
take every day.

Kim, thank you so
much for coming.

Just wanted to pay my respects.

[Sameen] Parvez would
have appreciated it.

[car alarm chirping]

Can we give you a lift
to the funeral, Andy?

Thought we might be
able to chat on the way.

I'll see you there, Peter.

-Sir.
-Dalziel.

Was Wetherton officer's
death avoidable?

Who's been feeding them
this information?

You know how these
things work, Andy.

The press and blood.

That's the tragic
business, Dalziel.

I hear Lateef was a good man.

One of the best, sir.

Unfortunately, as far as
the press is concerned,

we flouted health and
safety regulations

and risked his life
unnecessarily.

So what're you sayin'?

We're not gonna launch
an official inquiry,

but consider this
a gentle warning.

It's very good of you, sir.

Just make sure you tread
carefully from now on.

Okay, Andy?

I will.

I wonder what the press will
make of the main suspect

in your ex-wife's murder
showing up alive 20 years

after being declared dead,

kidnapping your daughter, and
then bein' murdered himself.

Remember who you're
talking to, Dalziel.

Yes, all right.

So Eddie Summers
was still alive?

Hasn't anybody told you, sir?

No, no, they haven't.

That surprises me.

Our investigation seems
to be springing leaks

left, right, and center.

So he didn't die in
that car crash?

Apparently not, sir.

Then how?

That's what I intend
to find out.

[singing in a foreign language]

What you still doin' here?

Just trying to save
a missed infant.

Want this case solved
for Lateef's sake.

Why don't you just spell it out?

Say what you want to say.

Come on!

You're hard on yourself
and on everyone else.

You want us to be like you,

so you push us and you push us,

but we can't all be like you,

and if Parvez hadn't worshiped
you, he'd still be alive.

You think I don't know that?

If there was anything I
could do to bring him back,

I would, but I can't.

[wistful music]

[Vanda sobbing]

Well?

There's no easy way
to put this, sir,

but we have reason to
believe that Eddie Summers

was Nerissa's father.

How dare you come into
my home and say that?

That is complete rubbish.

Where'd you get this from?

I'm afraid we can't say, sir.

You can't say?

It's that bloody
sister of Lynn's.

It's total lies.

DNA reports confirm
it to be true, sir.

-DNA?
-Yes, sir.

Mornin', sir.

There's a cup of coffee
there for ya.

Thanks.

Um, interesting report
from the forensic botanist.

Go on.

Well, the pollen in
Lynn Barron's hair,

it's a type of moor grass
that only grows on Petis Isles

and has an earlier
season than moss grasses,

so you wouldn't find that
type of pollen after mid-July.

[Pascoe] Where does that get us?

Well, we're lucky.

They say we can actually
pinpoint the time of death.

After 20 years?

Meant off his records.

It started raining early
morning on Sunday, the 14th,

and then rained almost
solidly for a week after,

and because that type of
pollen was right at the end

of its season, after
all the rain,

it's almost certain that
it wouldn't occur again

until the following year.

That gives us a window
of only five hours

from when she was last seen.

That's very helpful.

Thanks, love.

You're welcome, sir.

You've gone too far
this time, Dalziel.

Sir?

Why on earth didn't
you come to me first

before telling John
Barron about the paternity

of his daughter?

We had to talk to him.

It was relevant to the inquiry
to his ex-wife's murder.

Enough, Dalziel.

I want this case wrapped up
within the next 24 hours.

Um, sir?

Nerissa Barron's into reception.

She needs to speak
with you urgently.

Remember, Dalziel, no more.

What a mess.

Miss Barron.

[Nerissa] Dad told me
about the DNA test you did,

to establish that Eddie
Summers is my father.

What exactly are you
trying to prove?

First your mother, and now
your father are dead, Nerissa.

We're just trying
to find out why.

John Barron's my father.

He and Sophie couldn't
have done more to give me

a happy life.

I don't understand why

you're persecuting my
family like this.

We've done nothing wrong.

We're not persecuting anyone.

Do you not care what
happened to her?

Not to Eddie, then at
least to your mother.

My mother?

That's a joke.

I despised her.

Do you know what that woman did?

When I was nine years old,

she told me that Eddie
Summers was my father.

Can you imagine what
that was like for me?

That must have been
very difficult for you.

That's an understatement.

She was threatenin' to
take me and Charlie away.

Threatening everything
I ever loved.

She said she was going
to take you away?

Yes, to live with
my real father.

I didn't want to leave my
dad and go live with her,

and a man I barely met before.

She told me she loved Summers.

She'd never wanted
to spend any time

with me and Charlie before then.

Suddenly, she wanted
us to be a family.

When did all this happen?

The night that I killed her.

Do you realize what
you're saying?

I killed her.

I hated her.

Vanda.

Vanda.

[cows mooing]

Vanda!

Vanda!

Mom said she'd come
to watch Live Aid.

I didn't care, but she
promised Charlie.

She'd made such a
big thing of it

and he really wanted
it to happen.

[Pascoe] What happened, Nerissa?

Gran had sent us up to bed.

And I heard a noise outside.

That's when I saw her.

She was sitting out in
the garden, drinking.

Your Gran?

No, mum.

Everyone else said that
your mum never came home.

Well, she did.

What did you do then?

I went to the kitchen drawer,

I got a hammer,

I went outside,

and I hit her again
and again and again.

[Pascoe] You got a hammer?

And you hit her.

How did you get rid of the body?

I don't remember.

[Dalziel] You don't
know what happened next?

No.

You didn't get your mother's
body underground on your own.

You were nine years old.

Who helped you?

I don't know.

It's a blank.

[dramatic music]

Vanda?

[water splashing]

Oh, Vanda.

[Pascoe] What were you
doing here, sir?

I came to talk to Vanda.

[Pascoe] After all these years?

She told you that Eddie
Summers was Nerissa's father.

I wanted to straighten
things out.

And now she's dead.

You honestly think I
would have called you

if I'd killed her?

I could have walked away,
nobody knew I was here.

I have nothing to hide, nothing.

Your daughter has confessed
to murdering her mother,

Mr. Barron.

Do you mind telling me
when this happened?

This morning.

We've released her
on police bail,

pending further inquiries.

Dad just texted me.

Why you doin' this?

Why won't you talk
to me, Nerissa?

I know you didn't kill mum.

I wanna help you.

You're my sister.

She wasn't your mum,

and I'm not your sister.

There's no blood between us.

Now please, just leave me alone.

Sorry, Charlie.

Been going through
the stuff we found

in Lynn Barron's bedroom.

And?

I found these newspaper
clippings

about a hit-and-run in
Wetherton back in October 1979.

A young mum and her son.

Mandy Phillips died,
but the son was unhurt.

[Dalziel] Who was the driver?

[Spicer] Never caught,
according to the articles.

What's Lynn Barron
doin' with these?

Was she involved?

Indirectly, I think.

Look at the name of the boy.

Charlie Phillips.

His mum was deaf.

So this Charlie is
Charlie Barron?

[Spicer] Think so, sir.

[door chime ringing]

[Nerissa] Who is it?

Nerissa.

It's Iain Pyke, a
colleague of your father's.

Hi, I'm not sure if
you'd remember me.

Yes, hello.

It's been a few years.

Yes, yes, it has.

I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?

Oh, no.

No, it's just puttering.

I just wanted to check
you were okay.

I know you've been through
quite a lot lately.

Yes, it's been quite a week,

but look, tell dad I
don't want anyone else

coming 'round to check up on me.

Sorry, must have been
awful for you

when they found your mum's body.

Then that man Summers coming
back after all this time.

[menacing music]

[Nerissa] Yeah.

[Pyke] What the hell
are you doing back here

after all this time?

[Summers] I'm gonna be
dead in three months.

Prison doesn't scare me anymore.

You, he was a,

You killed so much.

-[Nerissa screaming]
-[menacing music]

[Nerissa gasping]

I checked the adoption records.

Charlie Phillips was
taken into care

after his mother was
killed in the hit-and-run,

but he had what was
known as a social uncle.

Eh?

It's an adult who pays visits,

takes the child on
weekend trips.

You know, special days
out, that kind of thing.

I could do with one of those.

Who was it?

John Barron.

Why was Barron takin' such
a keen interest in this kid?

Well, he was working here
at the time of the accident.

Perhaps he took a shine to 'im.

Maybe.

When did the Barrons
actually adopt Charlie?

February 1981.

Two years before their divorce.

I wonder if Charlie's
adoption had anything to do

with the break-up
of their marriage?

[giggling]

What's this?

Catchin' up on old episodes
of Bergerac?

Just some of the videos we
found in Lynn's bedroom.

What's on 'em?

[Spicer] Family footage,
mainly, shot by Charlie.

[Dalziel] When were they filmed?

It's hard to say, the 80s.

I wonder if Charlie's got
any from nearer the time

of Lynn's death?

They might have just
given us somethin'.

Hi.

Yeah, I'm not sure what
use of these here.

I've watched them all
a thousand times,

but if you think they'll help.

Um, I will, thank you.

[phone beeping]

[ominous music]

Hello, Charlie.

[Young Charlie] Hello, mummy.

What you doing?

[Young Charlie] Videoing you.

And how does mummy look?

[Young Charlie] Beautiful.

Sweet little Charlie.

I love you so much.

To think if Daddy hadn't
done what he did,

we wouldn't have ya.

Don't you think that's
an odd thing to say?

Not really.

Well, we know that Barron did

that surrogate uncle business.

Well, I'm with Posh.

There's something about it
that strikes me as strange.

Charlie said there was
nothin' on those tapes,

but then he wouldn't have
heard her say that, would he?

'Cause he can only lip-read.

I'm not convinced.

We gonna need something
more solid.

What are you doing,
hidin' in here?

Just can't be the attention
of this house

at the moment.

With your mother, you mean?

Mm.

She's gone out.

You know what Charlie said?

You don't think that,

What, that she killed Lynn?

Sophie.

Sorry, John.

I had to ask.

I dunno.

I feel this family's
crumblin' apart.

All I ever wanted to do
is take care of you all,

make sure everyone was happy.

And you've done a fantastic job.

Have I?

It doesn't feel that
way right now.

Things will get back to normal.

You'll see.

[gentle music]

[Lateef] You all right, boss?

About time.

Where have you been?

[Dalziel] What's so urgent?

I checked the traffic
accident reports

from the night that
Mandy Phillips,

Charlie's real mum, was killed.

I don't get ya.

Pyke and Barron were on
the same shift that night.

They claimed their car
skidded and hit a lamppost,

causing serious damage to the
bonnet and one of the wings.

They claimed?

Well, it was verified
at the scene by traffic,

but they were both uninjured.

Look, it might just be
a huge coincidence,

but what if they killed
Mandy Phillips

and tried to cover it up?

There's only one
way to find out.

[dog barking]

Sorry about the dog.

You can wait in there.

Come on, Tyson, come on.

There's a good boy.

No.

Bloody hell.

It's stuffy.

I'm not blind.

We'll have to see if these hairs

match the ones we found
at Summers' place.

Another coincidence.

So early on a Sunday?

This must be important.

What can I do for you gentlemen?

It's just a quick question, sir.

About an accident you
had on the night of

the 29th of October 1979.

An accident back then?

I don't really remember.

You and Mr. Barron were
on traffic duty.

You brought your patrol
car back damaged.

Did we?

If you say so.

I really don't remember.

It was 26 years ago.

Of course, sir.

We just wondered.

There was another accident
in Wetherton that night,

a hit-and-run.

They happen all the
time, though.

This one involved a
young woman and her son.

We have reason to believe that
the boy was Charlie Barron.

John Barron's lad?

Yes, that's right,
I remember now.

Terrible business.

You weren't involved in
that accident at all,

were you sir?

That's absurd.

You're on very thin
ice, here Dalziel.

We definitely rattled his cage.

Yeah, the only person
that knows anything about

that accident is Charlie.

He was five at the time.

Well, we could try
cognitive on him.

Why don't you go have a chat?

[projector whirring]

Did your father ever
say anything to you

about the accident?

I asked him about it
when I was about 13.

He told me the barest details,

but I could see it upset
him, so I never asked again.

Would you submit yourself
to a cognitive interview,

Charlie?

I'm sorry?

What does that mean?

We're slowly gonna try
and obtain information

about your mother's accident,

by getting you to recount
what you can remember.

Then we'll go over it again

and see if there's any
more detail we can fill in.

Now, some of this might
be very hard work

for you, Charlie,

so feel free to say
when you've had enough,

or need a break, all right?

[light knocking]

[Charlie] Okay.

Sorry to interrupt, sir,

but Forensics have
managed to obtain

a mitochondrial DNA profile
from those dog hairs

you took from Pyke's house.

Speak English.

They're a match.

So Pyke did kill Summers.

Should we bring him in?

No, let's see the outcome of
Charlie's interview first.

We might be able to bring
him on a manslaughter charge.

I'm walkin' along a dark street.

With your mum?

Mum, she's holdin' me hand.

[menacing music]

She's standing at the
side of the road.

[Male Interviewer] And
what happens, Charlie?

Can you see any cars?

I'm not lookin'.

Something on the
p.m. at that one.

[car brakes screeching]

[Female Interviewer]
It's okay, Charlie.

You're doing really well.

She's not moving.

I can't see, 'cause I got
this light in me eyes.

[Male Interviewer] Is there
anything you can tell us

about the car, Charlie?

Mum.

[Male Interviewer]
What color it is.

[car brakes screeching]

White, I think, and blue.

I could just see.

It's blue lights.

[car brakes screeching]

[Female Interviewer] You're
doing great, Charlie.

We'll just try one more time.

Is there anything else?

Anything at all?

[car brakes screeching]

[Charlie] Dad?

Dad?

Dad was in the car.

[Female Interviewer]
Well done, Charlie.

Well done.

During cognitive interviewing,

Charlie Barron has remembered
the night

that his mother was killed
in a hit-and-run in 1979.

It's incredible what
can be done, isn't it?

He placed you and John Barron
at the scene of the crime.

Well, I'm afraid the technique
must have failed then.

We weren't there, as
I've told you before.

We don't believe it has failed.

Look, this won't stand
up in court.

If that's all you've got,

I suggest you let
my client go now.

It's not all we've got.

We've got evidence linking you

to the death of Eddie Summers.

[Solicitor] What evidence?

Dog hairs found on the
door frame at the scene

have been matched to
those of Mr. Pyke's dog.

This is ridiculous.

What are you trying to do?

Pin every crime in
Wetherton on me?

Just like you tried to
pin Lynn Barron's murder

on Eddie Summers?

You accusing me of Lynn
Barron's murder as well?

Did you kill 'er?

No, I didn't.

You had the perfect opportunity.

We found several flaws
in your investigation,

and as Senior Investigating
Officer,

you never had to consider
yourself as suspect.

Why would I have wanted
Lynn Barron dead?

Perhaps she knew about
the hit-and-run.

[Solicitor] Don't say
any more, Iain.

I'd like five minutes to
talk to my client alone.

Geological reports on
Lateef's pink rocks come back.

And there are only two
scenes around here

it coulda come from.

Here and here,

and this is approximately where
Lateef reached underground,

where it'd be closer
to this scene.

We just need to elicit
a place along it

where the body might
have been dumped.

Well, that looks like
the only possibility,

the Collingwood Lead Mine.

The mine was shut down
several years ago.

Are there any remaining shafts?

Ah, just the one, apparently.

So might drop the body
down there then.

Well, all we've got to go
on is this 90 year-old map.

Won't be much that's
changed in that time.

[gentle music]

If anyone asks, this
wasn't my idea, okay?

Hold it, hold it.

Hold that for a minute.

Yeah.

Here!

Over here.

About bloody time.

What is it?

It looks like remains
of an old pump house,

but I think this is what
we've been looking for.

Pink rock.

What's this?

It's an old well.

I told you he'd come good.

[Pascoe] Well, how do
you know this is the one?

I've been tracking
the depth, width,

and the flow with the
water all the time.

It's directly under here.

How deep is it, do you think?

[rock hitting the bottom]

So the body could have
been thrown down here,

then washed away in
the recent heavy rains?

Lynn Barron's murder weapon

might still be down
there somewhere.

You reckon I could get down?

Yeah, and I'm gonna
sleep with Halle Berry.

Well, we better get
someone here who can, then.

[ominous music]

Are you there yet?

[Officer Maddern] I'd say
there's about another 30 feet.

There's a big cupboard
down here.

Big enough to wash
a body through.

I've reached the ledge.

20 foot from the bottom.

There's something under it.

[Dalziel] What is it?

[Officer Maddern] No idea.

I've attached it to the line.

Pull it up.

[Pascoe] It's a jack.

Jack for a Bristol.

Barron's car.

[Officer Maddern] Oh,
my God, Dalziel.

There's something
else down here.

What?

So, gentlemen, what can
I do for you now?

I don't know how to
tell you this, sir.

Do you wanna sit down, sir?

Stop being so melodramatic,
Dalziel.

Spit it out.

You've already given me
one piece of bad news.

The thing is, sir,

C'mon, well?

It's your daughter.

We just found her body.

I'm afraid she's dead.

Oh, my God.

God.

[John lightly sobbing]

How?

Where was she?

We found her in a disused
well, just over the hill.

[John] Oh, God.

Nobody else was in there.

This couple walked in and
out halfway through the film.

Sophie.

Oh, Charlie.

[Sophie sobbing]

Oh, Charlie.

Okay.

I want to tell you about this.

No more lies.

So tell me.

I killed Lynn.

She found out about
me and Sophie

and she didn't like it.

So you murdered her?

No, I didn't mean to.

I got a call from my mother.

Lynn was at the house.

She was threatening to
take the children away.

I got over there.

I tried to calm her down,

suggested we take a drive,
talk about it.

Because you're not
listening to me.

You're not listening
to me, John.

I'm takin' them with me,

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

I mean it.

I'll tell everyone what you did.

That you killed Charlie's
mother.

Let's see whether they'll
let you keep the kids then.

I knew what she was capable of.

I couldn't bear the idea
I might lose my kids,

so I pretended to
have a flat tire.

[John groaning]

I hit her over the head,
five, six, seven times.

Couldn't believe I had done.

I still don't.

I didn't have much time.

I stripped her

and wrapped her in polythene

that I found in a
pond shed nearby.

I didn't think anyone
would ever find the body.

So you were the only one
who knew it was there?

No, Pyke knew.

Pyke knew everything.

He put Eddie Summers in the
frame for Lynn's murder,

to take the heat off me.

As loyalty to a colleague
goes, that's pretty extreme.

Well, he owed me.

He was drivin' the car the
night we hit Mandy Phillips.

I lied for him, put my
career on the line for him.

We know.

How?

Charlie submitted to
a cognitive interview.

And he remembered?

Oh, my God, my God.

Oh, my God, poor Charlie.

What have I done to him?

Pyke killed Nerissa,
I know he did.

We well down that road.

Somebody saw him going
into her flat.

We think he was the last
person to see her alive

and to see Eddie Summers
alive, too.

I told him to scare Eddie
Summers off, not kill him.

He's messed that up.

Now he's killed someone I
love to save his own skin.

Nerissa would have
never betrayed us, ever.

In view of that, John Barron,

I must now formally caution you.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Did I tell you, he spoke to me?

At the station.

He spoke to me.

What did he say?

"You all right, boss?"

That means he's okay, then.

I hope you're right.

[somber music]