All language subtitles for The Coroner S02E08 - The Foxy Affair x264 RB58

Me again. Your party's still
going strong. Call me back, yeah?

Or better still, get down here.

Hey, hey! Where're you going?! Uh?

The night is young!

All right. All right, well, maybe not,

but I say... I say we push on through!

Lightweights!

'It's the undisputable
sound of summer '94.

It's the lead single from
their new album Parklife.

'Here's Blur with Girls And Boys.'

Oh. Just you and me left, sweetheart.

How about another drink?

I've got to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't I even get one last goodnight kiss?

I don't feel well.

Give that back!

You're stealing from me?

So? It's not like you need it!

- Give it back!
- I don't think so.

Maybe I should call the police?

No, no -- just...

Arrrgh!

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Mm?

Look, look, I didn't mean to...

Oh! Well, that was a waste of time!

Rebecca Henson, the woman,
she left that message?

Yeah, sorry. My head's in this Army case.

- So?
- Refused to speak to me.

Thinks her information is
"for the coroner's ears only."

- Did she say what it was
about, at least? - Nope.

Well, if she's that desperate
to see me, she can come here.

I told her that, but she says
she can't leave her house.

Maybe she's agoraphobic.

As if I don't have enough to do!

It's not my fault.

I told her I was the coroner's officer but it's
like she's got no faith in my professionalism.

I can't imagine why.

Mrs Henson? It's Jane
Kennedy, the coroner.

Mrs Henson?

Er, no, thanks.

So, Mrs Henson, you said
you have some information?

I'm afraid I don't have long.

Do you remember the Foxby affair?

Yes.

Professionally speaking
it was before my time,

but I know what happened.

Do you now? Go on, then.

The Earl of Solberry, known as
Jerry Foxby to his friends --

rich, handsome, party animal --

makes a 999 call from his yacht

claiming he thinks he's
killed a prostitute.

Escort.

He hangs up and disappears
off the face of the Earth.

What do you think happened to him?

Consensus is he killed himself.

I asked what you think.

I don't know. His body was never found.

Neither was the... escort's.

This was over 20 years ago. Why now?

Oliver Foxby. That's...?

Jerry's younger brother.

He's applying for court recognition
of his brother's death.

He wants Jerry's title.

So?

Let's say it jogged my memory.

See, I know what really
happened on the yacht that night.

How? The police spent years investigating.

They never got anywhere.

The years haven't exactly
been kind, I know.

You're...?

I don't want money or nothing.

I just... want people to know the truth.

Why don't I read up on
the history of the case?

I can come back tomorrow morning and we
can go through your version of events?

S'pose I've waited this long.

Would you mind if I took that photo?

Thanks.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Excuse me. Is Oliver Foxby at home?

Journalist?

Local coroner. Jane Kennedy.

Auntie Peggy! This one's
here to see Mr Foxby.

You'd better come through.

Excuse the mess.

Is Mr Foxby having a clear-out?

This all belonged to the
Countess, his mother.

She passed a couple of months back.

May I ask your business with His Lordship?

I'd like to discuss with him the application
for his brother's death certificate.

Oh. About time it was all sorted.

Sorry, you called him "His Lordship"?

Mr Foxby hasn't inherited
his brother's title yet.

It's only a matter of time.

Behind closed doors, he's considered
himself the lord for years.

Were you here when Jerry disappeared?

I've been here since Jerry was in nappies.

I was nanny to the boys
before I became housekeeper.

And before you ask, no, I don't
know what happened to him.

Some people believe he went abroad.

Jerry was like a son to me, but
he had the devil in him, too.

Wherever he is, I only
hope he's finally at peace.

Well, you can wait in the morning room.

I'll see if he's free.

Thank you.

I was under the impression that
the death certificate was now

a matter for the High Court.

Well, the case involves an
unexplained death on my patch.

I may be asked to supply
relevant material.

So, how can we help?

I was just wondering why you haven't
applied for the certificate before now?

Mother wouldn't allow it.

I understand she passed away
recently. I'm sorry for your loss.

My mother refused to accept Jerry's death
unless she could see his body for herself.

I am more prepared to act on faith.

And, presumably, a death certificate
would clear the way for you

to claim the family title and
your place in the House of Lords?

It doesn't work quite like that.

Hereditary peers don't just
stroll into Westminster nowadays.

Oliver already has a distinguished career.

Yes, the Home Office, I believe?

It's where we met.

Thank you.

The thing is, someone's come forward

claiming they have new
information about Jerry.

You must forgive us.

We've heard every ridiculous
conspiracy theory going.

Believe me, Jerry killed the girl,

threw her body overboard
and jumped in after her.

And you're certain of that?

Well, I suppose he might have fallen in.

He was always so drunk it's possible
he didn't intend to kill himself.

Either way, the only way I'd
believe Jerry is still alive

is if he walked in here and
poured himself a drink.

What if she walked in?

Work meeting, is it?

Yes, as it happens. I need to
pick his brains about a case.

No, no, no, it's all right, I'll
pick something up on the way home.

It's fine.

All right, then. Got to go. Bye. Bye.

Sorry. That was Annette wanting
to know what time I'll be back.

So, come on, then, what's this new lead
you've got on this mysterious case?

The Foxby affair.

Why does everyone keep doing that?

We've got a filing cabinet
at the station, right,

a whole cabinet, full of possible
sightings of Jerry Foxby.

- Mick! - Yeah? - Have you
seen Jerry Foxby recently?

Yeah, course I have. He was in last week.

Yeah, playing a round of
darts with Elvis Presley.

Jane reckons she's got a new lead.

All right, there's no need to take the...

- Mick knows all about it,
don't you, Mick? - Oh, yeah.

Well, he didn't throw himself in
the water, I'll tell you that much.

His body would've washed up somewhere.

I was on the lifeboat, remember?

Like you'll ever let us forget. So?

Well, he was murdered.

And you know this because?

Well, rumour has it he'd just had a
big win at a high-stakes poker game,

hence the party.

Walked out of there with 200 large,

but the money was never found,
not on the yacht or at the house.

I reckon his gambling buddies bumped
him off to get their money back.

And what about the girl?

Well, collateral damage, isn't it?

I say he went abroad.
Living like a king in Rio.

An army of policemen and
every reporter in the country

investigated it for years.

You clever girl. What do
you have that they didn't?

An eye-witness.

Come on!

Come on!

How did you talk me into this?

Beer. Lots of beer.

Yeah, that was it. So,
why do you want me there?

Because I think she's going
to confess to killing him.

She's either lying or deluded.

Still, we should hear her out.

Besides, what've you got to lose?

If it really is Helen Boyd,

you can go down in history

as the copper who finally
cracked the Foxby mystery.

Yeah, well, beats doing
paperwork, I suppose.

Look, she's a bit strange, so just hold back
until I know she's all right with you being here.

Mrs Henson? It's Jane
Kennedy -- we met yesterday.

Where are you going?

She's not in.

Davey, she's just... Davey.

All right -- let's have a look.

Let's have a look.

Mrs Henson!

So much for your eye-witness.

We don't even know if that was Helen Boyd.

According to that woman's passport,
her name is Rebecca Henson.

Why would she lie about being a
woman everyone thought was dead?

Because she was obsessed with
Jerry Foxby. You saw the scrapbook.

What if she really was Helen Boyd

and somebody didn't want
her spilling the beans?

I say she killed herself. A hoax.

Her way of sticking up two
fingers before she killed herself.

By contacting you she made sure
someone would find her body.

I'm not sure.

Well, as much as your input's
always appreciated...

You're telling me to butt out?

Yeah, it is a police
matter. For now, at least.

- All right, I'll take a
back-seat on Helen Boyd. - Good.

- On one condition.
- Ah! Here we go.

I get to see all the police files
on Jerry Foxby's disappearance.

You just can't help yourself, can you?

It's why you love me.

Yeah, must be.

Right, I've got to get on.

Yeah.

What?!

Start reading.

I want a list for any alleged
sightings of Helen Boyd

- or Jerry Foxby since they disappeared.
- That'll take days!

Not if you work quickly and once
you've finished, go online -- I
want conspiracy theories, rumours,

anything to do with the Foxby affair.

As long as they don't mention
alien abductions, write it down.

Why am I doing this? We
don't even have a body.

Because if we find out what happened
to Jerry Foxby, I bet you a fiver

we'll find out what
happened to Helen Boyd.

- Mrs Boyd?
- Yeah?

- I'm DS Higgins, South
Dart police. - Hm-mm?

- I was wondering if I could have a
word with you about your niece. - OK.

I didn't think we'd be
seeing you here again.

What makes you say that?

His Lordship don't like
people snooping around.

Normally he sends them packing.

I'm not snooping. I just...

Just want to know what happened to Jerry.

Yes. Do you know anything?

No. Before my time.

I've only been here since the old
groundsman retired a few years back.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Old knee's playing up,
that's all. Occupational hazard.

So, your predecessor,
does he still live nearby?

You could say that. He's buried
in St Bernadette's Churchyard.

Any other staff members
around from that time?

No. Only Auntie Peggy. She got me the job.

Oh, here y'are, speak of the devil.

His Lordship's not at home.

Oh, well, his car's here.

Peggy!

That's to say he's unavailable.

You were Jerry's nanny.

The last thing we need is
you reopening old wounds!

I understand how you feel, but
circumstances have changed.

Peggy! At last! I...

I thought we answered all
your questions yesterday?

I'd just like to confirm a few details.

- Such as? - I was reading
through the witness statements.

Some of the guests on the yacht

claimed that Jerry had just won a
lot of money at cards. Is that true?

Possibly. Gambling was
one of Jerry's many sins.

That said, there was no money
found and I wouldn't consider

his friends reliable witnesses.

Drunken degenerates, the lot of them.

Sorry, excuse me.

Davey, it's not a good time.

Now, look, I'm down at the
mortuary now with Helen's aunt.

She's given us a positive ID on
the body, but I get the impression

they weren't exactly
close back in the day.

I think we should probably
do a DNA test to be sure.

Yeah. Makes sense, given
the circumstances.

Listen, I'm with the Foxbys now.
Do you think I should mention it?

Yeah. Yeah. I think they've
got a right to know.

- OK. I'll speak to you later.
- OK.

Sorry about that.

A woman was found dead
in Lighthaven this morning.

We have reason to believe
it was Helen Boyd.

Helen Boyd died in 1994.

How can you be sure? No body was found.

This changes what we know about
your brother's disappearance.

It changes nothing.

If Jerry didn't kill himself that
night, he'd be dead by now anyway.

What my husband is trying to say is
that Jerry was emotionally unstable.

He was a known addict with a history
of self-destructive behaviour.

He was a disaster waiting to happen.

Trust me when I tell you my
brother is never coming back.

Were you home last night?

Yes. All night. We both were.

That's right.

Now, will you please leave my property?

You can address any further
questions to my solicitor.

Hi. Headlines?

Well, we know she'd been drinking,

but the blood screening also
showed opiates in her system.

We're still awaiting
tests to confirm levels.

And there was also this injection
puncture in one of her arms.

Now, I'm thinking it might
be an accidental overdose.

Except the police didn't find any syringes

or drug paraphernalia at the scene,

so if she was injected,
somebody else did it.

Was there any bruising? Or defence wounds?

Nah.

Maybe they... I dunno, snuck
up on her when she was asleep?

Thanks, Clint.

You spent years hiding away and
the minute you talk, this happens.

But I never told anyone where you were.

So, whoever did this
knew where to find you.

You said you wanted the truth to come out.

Well, I'm going to do my best
to make sure that happens.

Peggy? What's wrong?

I shouldn't be here.

No, wait. Please.

I can't pretend I didn't see anything.

There have been too many secrets.

Go on.

Not out here.

- Thank you very much.
- Thanks.

I take it the Foxbys
don't know you're here?

I'd be fired on the spot.

In my job, loyalty and
discretion are everything.

Whatever you tell me will be dealt
with in the strictest confidence.

I don't want to testify.

I couldn't do that -- stand up
in court and betray the family?

Let's just worry about the facts for now.

He wasn't at home the whole
night. His Lordship, I mean.

I heard an engine starting
in the early hours --

I've always been a light sleeper --

looked out the window and saw
his car driving off somewhere.

It came back about an hour later.

An hour would've been more than enough

to get to Helen's place and back.

So, you think Antonia is covering for him?

Possibly...

.. but they do have separate bedrooms

so he could've come and
gone without her noticing.

She came to me! All I'm asking
is for you to tread carefully.

She's worried she's going to lose her job and
there might be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Yeah, but you don't think there is?

I think you should bring
Oliver Foxby in for questioning

and leave Peggy's name out of it for now.

Well, whilst I don't have problem
arresting a senior civil servant

and soon-to-be-earl, I think my
governors might want some evidence.

He lied about leaving the house.

Well, according to a witness
I'm not allowed to mention!

- Anyway, he could've been going
anywhere. - I'm not asking you to
strip search him, just bring him in!

His solicitor will tear us to shreds
before we get the first question out.

Fine. We need to find another
way to prove he lied.

All right.

That petrol station where we stopped
on the way to Helen Boyd's place.

Yeah.

It had CCTV on the forecourt.

There's just a chance it may have
picked up what went past last night.

Genius. Worth a try.

All right, then. You can
get the popcorn, though.

There!

Same make as Oliver's.

All right, let's have a look.

Oh, yeah.

Bingo.

- Surely that's enough
to bring him in? - Hm?

Davey, this proves he was in
the area and he's got motive.

If word got out that Jerry was
still alive it would scupper

his plans to become the
next Earl of Solberry.

Davey?

Yeah, yeah, I'll pick him up.
There's something I got to do first.

Your pension fund?

I wish.

The lads found a key attached to the
sink in the back of Helen Boyd's place.

We traced it to this
bank, so I got a warrant.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

We should pocket this and jump
on the first flight to Mexico.

This is what's left of Jerry's big win.

Could be.

According to Helen Boyd's landlord, her rent's
been paid for in cash for as long as he can remember.

It looks like she's been
living off this for years.

So someone bought Helen's silence.

Oliver Foxby works at the Home Office.

He could've hidden Helen away,

created a new identity
for her as Rebecca Henson.

Yeah.

Then when she decided to come out
of hiding, she had to be silenced.

Permanently.

He seemed pretty sure that Jerry
was dead. Maybe he killed him, too?

Oh!

What?

As soon as I mentioned her, it
would've set alarm bells ringing.

He knew where to find her.
If I hadn't said anything...

Come on, come on, don't do
this. You couldn't have known.

This isn't on you.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But if it was him, then the least I can do

is make sure he ends up in prison.

Right. How often do you get the chance
to arrest a member of the aristocracy?

Not often enough.

You do realise you're making a
career-ending decision here?

You're just doing your
job. He can't do anything.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

But then you always did
like getting me in trouble.

Wait! I called the solicitor.
Andrea's on her way.

She said not to utter a
word until she gets there.

I never left the house.

Course.

So, this isn't your car?

It must have been stolen.

Absolutely. And then returned to you?

Possibly. Or it's another car
with false registration plates.

Or, and go with me on
this one, it is your car,

being driven by you, on your
way to confront Helen Boyd.

About what?

About what happened to your brother.
You wanted her to keep quiet.

She refused, so you killed her.

And why would I do that?

It depends.

Was she going to tell us
that Jerry is still alive?

Or that you were involved in his murder?

Look, as far as I am aware, Jerry's dead.

But I didn't kill him and
I didn't kill that woman.

An opiate was found in Helen Boyd's blood.

This syringe contains traces of morphine.

And I bet it will test positive
for the victim's DNA, as well.

And what has that to do with me?

It was found in the boot of your
car, underneath the spare wheel.

(Say nothing more.)

I have nothing further to say.

All right, then. Well, why
don't you sleep on it?

Wow. Late night?

Mum and Mick spent half the
night arguing about wallpaper,

and the other half "making up".

Tell me you've got good news.

No. Nothing, no. Oliver's
denying everything,

Says he was in his bed all
night, doesn't know what happened

to Jerry and he's never met
Helen Boyd in his life.

At least he's consistent.

That's exactly what he
told the police in '94.

So, what now? You going to charge him?

No. I've got a warrant, actually.
I'm going to search his house,

see if that turns anything up.

Mind if I join you?

Why? What're you hoping to find?

A postcard from Jerry saying,
"Venezuela's lovely, wish you were here."

I want to lean on Antonia, find
out how much she really knows.

You're not going to let this go, are you?

Not with Helen's death
on my conscience, no.

All right, come on, then,
fellas -- you're with me.

Right, you're here as
an observer, remember?

Is all this entirely necessary?

I'm afraid so.

This is madness. It wasn't him!

I love the man, but he doesn't have
the imagination to be a murderer.

So, who was it, then?

How should I know?

Don't believe that "butter
wouldn't melt" look.

Jerry was a trouble-maker even then.

You didn't like him?

He didn't make our lives easy.

Antonia, if you know something that
could help your husband, then...

Jane!

Excuse me.

Up here.

Thanks.

Davey?

Morphine. In the name of Elizabeth Foxby.

- That's the Countess.
- Yeah.

We've got syringes and
latex gloves, as well.

Right, I'm going to
head back to the station.

What, already?

Yeah, with all this evidence,
I've got enough to charge him.

Fairly solid case, I'd say.

Can you give me five minutes?

- What for? - Antonia knows
something, I'm sure of it.

About Jerry or Helen?

I dunno. Maybe both.

OK.

Jim, can you bag all
this up for me, please?

OK, Sarge.

He's going to prison for a long time.

We've got motive, means and opportunity.

The family will be disgraced.

Oliver didn't go anywhere. It was me.

I went to offer that woman more
money to keep her stupid mouth shut.

You knew Helen was still alive? How?

The night Jerry disappeared, I
went to his yacht to see him.

The phone records.

There were calls from the mobile,
Jerry's mobile, to your house.

But you told the police
you never spoke to him.

I didn't.

But he kept calling, leaving
messages, asking to see me.

Were you two...?

We'd had a brief, foolish fling.

I only went there to convince him
it was over, but when I arrived...

'I don't know what to do!
I didn't mean to hurt her!'

What are you doing?

Do you want to spend the
rest of your life in jail?

It was my fault. I pushed her and...

Sh. We're going to sort this.

I'll get rid of the body, and
then you need to disappear.

"Disappear"?

Go abroad. As far away as possible.

For how long?

Jerry, you're a murderer.
You can never come back.

'And you knew he hadn't killed her.'

It was the perfect opportunity
to get rid of him, wasn't it?

So he didn't spill the
beans, destroy your marriage.

What happened next?

Jerry went on the run.

He said he'd go to Kenya
-- he had friends there.

I persuaded him to leave his winnings,

said it would look more
suspicious if the money was gone.

I waited for Helen to come
round, then I made her a deal.

Who are you?

I'm here to help you.

In fact, I'm going to make you rich.

I wasn't just thinking of me.

The state Jerry was in back then,

sooner or later he was going
to push his luck too far.

Better he start a new life,
away from all these temptations.

As for the woman, well, she was
a drug-addled prostitute

scared witless by the
gang who controlled her.

I used some of Jerry's money
to offer her an escape.

So when Helen resurfaced,

you were worried she'd tell
the truth, so you killed her.

No! I didn't kill her
and neither did Oliver.

Is this the gratitude I get?!

Why should I be grateful
to you? You ruined my life!

Tell the authorities and
we will both end up in prison!

You think this is funny?

You made my life a prison for 20 years.

Nobody will believe you. My
lawyers will make sure of that.

They'll say you killed Jerry
yourself and stole the money.

Is that what this is about? Money?

I can get more.

Get out.

Get out!

Tell a soul and you'll regret it.

When I left, Helen was still alive.

Bang goes your solid case.

My gut says she's telling the truth.

Well, my gut says she's lying,
trying to cover for her husband.

And, let's face it, my
gut's bigger than yours.

- True. - Oi! You're
not supposed to agree.

Maybe they're both involved?

Well, we'll take fingerprints for anyone
who had access to the medicine

and compare them to the ones
we found in Helen Boyd's place.

In the meantime, I'll take a
formal statement from Antonia,

see if her story stacks up.

- Catch you later.
- Yeah.

The only prints found in Helen
Boyd's place were her own.

Antonia's still insists she was the one driving the car

and she hasn't seen Jerry
since that night on the yacht.

What's Oliver saying?

On the advice of his solicitor,
he's now not saying anything at all.

- So I don't know how we're going
to prove it one way or the other.
- There must be something in here.

What's this?

Hm? Oh, that's nothing.

Just a receipt the lads found
in the medicine cabinet.

I think they took my "bag it all
up" thing a bit too literally.

Have you got the PM results yet?

Yes. Helen was actually really ill.

She had advanced lung cancer,
metastasized to her brain

- so she wouldn't have had long.
- Would she have known?

Probably. I'm guessing
that's why she came clean.

Didn't want to take her
secret to the grave.

Come on.

Why? Where are we going?

There's something I
want to catch on telly.

Freeze it there. Zoom in.

That's no good.

OK, go forward.

We've been through this
100 times already.

Just humour me.

Stop there.

That looks like Peggy's car.

I heard Mrs Foxby sneak out of the house.

After that coroner's visit,
I knew something was up,

something to do with
Jerry, so I followed her.

It took me ages to summon up the nerve.

By the time I knocked,

that poor woman was already on the
floor with a syringe lying next to her.

I imagined she must have overdosed.

So, I took the syringe back home
and I hid it in his Lordship's car.

Why?

Because this proves that they were
behind what happened to Jerry!

Well, not necessarily.

Antonia says Oliver had nothing
to do with what happened to Jerry,

so why frame him and not her?

He must've known!

So, what did you do with the gloves?

We found fingerprints on the
syringe, but they weren't yours.

I-I threw them away.

In that woman's bin.

Right, so you drove back to the
house to plant the evidence,

and then back to Helen Boyd's place

to get rid of the gloves -- is that right?

No.

No. I-I don't remember.

Look, I've already told you I did it,

so can we just get this over with?

It's not as easy as that, I'm afraid.

I'm not going to pretend I'm
sorry, if that's what you want.

Imagine what it's done to Jerry,

all these years thinking he's a murderer.

All these years? So, Jerry's still alive?

I don't know.

Interview suspended at 14.30.

Thanks, Peggy.

Clint, it's me. Those
old files I gave you...

Were there any fingerprints in there?

Can you scan them and send them over to me

as soon as you can? Thanks.

Looks like we're just in time.

St Christopher. Seems appropriate.

Yeah.

Hello, Jerry.

You leaving us again already?

I don't understand.

Oh, I think you do.

How did you know?

A chemist's receipt.

For, among other things, black hair-dye.

You're the only one here with black hair,

and you don't look the sort of
person to worry about a few grey hairs.

Not unless you're hiding something --

that your natural hair colour
is the bright Foxby red.

Quite a leap.

We checked your fingerprints
against the original police files.

Ah.

Peggy's covering for you, isn't she?

She never went anywhere
near Helen Boyd's place.

In my defence, it was her idea.

When our plan to stitch
up Oliver went south,

she wanted to buy me time to get away.

Soppy old thing.

So, convinced you were a
murderer, you fled the country,

changed your appearance, waited for
the dust to settle, and then returned.

Until one day, you discovered
you didn't kill Helen after all.

All those years hiding away for
nothing. You wanted revenge.

So you killed Helen and framed Oliver.

All because Antonia lied to you.

Nearly.

I never intended to come back.

A few years ago, I was involved in a nasty
car accident, needed facial surgery.

During those weeks in the hospital,

it occurred to me that I no longer
cared whether or not I was caught.

I'd spent so many years hating
myself for what I'd done,

or what I thought I'd done. I couldn't
believe how different I looked.

And soon after, I read in the papers
that my mother was seriously ill.

Dying, in fact.

- You wanted to say goodbye? - Just see her
one last time. Be nearby when it happened.

Then I'd hand myself in. When I showed up,
Peggy was the only one who recognised me.

She passed me off as her
nephew and got me the job

so I had an excuse to stick around.

Your family didn't realise who you were?

Just another servant, not
even worthy of their gaze.

Anyway, Mother clung on for years.

She always was a tough old bird.

When she finally died, I couldn't
quite bring myself to come clean.

I guess I'd got used to a simpler life.

So, why did you kill Helen?

Because of her role in
Antonia's deception?

No, no, no, no.

I killed Helen because she wanted me to.

Peggy told me what you said,
that Helen might still be alive.

I wanted to see for myself.

'So that night I followed
Antonia in Peggy's car

'then waited until she left.'

Helen.

It's really you, isn't it?

Oh!

All right, all right.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- No.

- You're sick!
- Please.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Jerry's.

There's something I need you to do.

'Helen begged me for help,'

so I made her comfortable,

then went back to the
house to get the morphine.

This was a woman you barely knew,
and yet you helped her to die?

She was in so much pain --

she was threatening to throw
herself off the cliff!

I couldn't just walk away. Especially not
after seeing what my mother went through.

Anyway, it has a certain pleasing irony.

I spent two decades feeling
guilty for killing Helen,

and now that I've finally done
it, I feel no guilt at all.

So, why did you frame Oliver?

I watched him strut around for years

telling everyone I'd
killed Helen in cold blood.

My own brother!

I decided it was his turn
to be called a murderer.

For a while, at least.
And then I'd come clean.

I thought perhaps I'd... I'd
find a tropical beach somewhere

and write it all down. Call it my memoirs.

Well, why don't we go down the station and
you can write it all down there instead?

Yeah. You're right.

Might I at least finish
up here, get dressed?

Yeah. Can I?

- OK, then, on you go.
- Thank you.

Congratulations. The copper who
finally caught Jerry Foxby.

Yeah. With a little help from his friend.

You might even get a medal.

Well, I'd settle for a pay rise.

I'll buy you a drink.

Yeah? You feeling all right?!

Yeah. We'll celebrate.

All right, then.

You all right in there, Jerry?

Jerry?

Jerry!

What the hell?!

JERRY!

You let Oliver go?

Yeah. All three of them.

I think Peggy and Antonia might
still face charges, though.

Do you think they'll catch Jerry?

Well, we've circulated a recent
photo, alerted Border Force,

but I can't say I'm overly optimistic, no.

Bang goes my place in the
history books, doesn't it?

Sorry. Maybe it's for the best.

How do you work that out?

Well, I can't condone what he did,

but he spent years punishing himself
for a crime he didn't commit.

Anyway, if we finally found Jerry Foxby,

what would Mick's punters
have to argue about?

That's very true.

You might have a point there.

To Davey Higgins, the copper
who let Jerry Foxby get away.

Davey boy.

Cheers, cheers.

- Cheers.
- Very kind. A bit below the belt,
but very kind.