All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S01E04.Missing.Joseph.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- Oh, that must be my delivery.

I'll get it.

- Come in.

- Oh!

- Hi.

- About time.

Stupid car.

If it's gonna break down,

why does it choose a road
in the middle of nowhere?

- Nice to see you too.

- Sorry, hello.

See?

- The recovery team
will be here soon.

I'll take you back to the hotel.

Here, have my jacket.

- I'm really glad you
suggested me for the job.

- Why wouldn't I?

You're the best profiler
in the business.

- So what are you working on?

- Not much.

The local boys don't like to
give outsiders the good stuff.

One of the drawbacks
of being on attachment.

- How's Barbara coping?

- She's back in London
for few days.

Now her mum's gone into a
home, she's selling the house.

Congratulations on
cracking the Evans case.

It was quite a result.

- No, it wasn't, it was sordid.

The man goes on television,
tears in his eyes,

begging whoever it was
that killed his wife

to give themselves up, and all
the time he'd murdered her?

It's enough to put you off
relationships for life.

- Thanks.

Lynley.

- It's me.

Have you seen my lighter?

I think I might've dropped
it in your car.

- You must be psychic.

Helen and I were just
talking about you.

- You have to do some work
on your seduction technique.

How come I can't hear the
clink of champagne glasses?

- Because we're in a dark
country lane in Helen's car.

- That was quick work.

- Thanks, but until you
have all the information,

it's circumstantial evidence.

- Oh, come on.

Moonlight, all that nature.

Have you told her how you feel?

- Got to go, here
comes the cavalry.

Where is he?

- Hey, try and stay calm.

But where is he?

- I've spoken to your dad.

We're gonna start ringin' round
and try and find him, okay?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah, this is DCI Shepherd.

Where?

- DI Lynley.

DI Lynley.

- Tony Philips.

- What do you think happened?

- Not certain.

Bluish tinge, lips and mouth.

Signs of asphyxiation.

Tony.

Lynley.
- Sir.

- No wonder he didn't
make the wedding.

- You know the victim, sir?

- It's the Reverend Robin Sage.

He was due to take a marriage
service this morning.

- What the hell?

What happened to his tongue?

- It's swollen, probably
as a result of trauma.

It's severed, he almost
bit it off.

- Could he have had a fit?

- Thanks, Inspector, I'd
never have thought of that.

An epileptic fit maybe,
possibly poisoning.

You what?

- Have to wait till I do
the postmortem to find out.

- Juliet, Mrs. Spence,
the vicar had dinner

at her place last night.

I called in on my round.

She was really ill.

- Well?

Over the
worst, I'd say.

- I want to go back in.

- In a minute, and then
maybe you should go and stay

with Josie for a bit.
- But I want to see my mum.

- Soon.

Did you tell Mrs. Spence about--

- No.
- What?

- Tell me what?

- Mum.

- Juliet, I need to talk to you.

It's really important.

You can see your mum afterwards.

Please, love.

- Don't love me.

You're not my dad.

- Just give me a moment, hm?

Please?

- Maggie, why don't
we go downstairs?

I'm sure he won't be long.

What?

- I'm sorry to have to tell you,

but the vicar, Reverend
Sage, died last night.

- No, that's not right.

He couldn't have.

- He had dinner here
with your mum, didn't he?

- Robin did?

I thought that...

- What?

- Nothing.

- So you didn't eat with the
Reverend Sage and your mother?

- No, she packed me
off to Josie's.

What's going on?

- We do have to find
out what happened.

Is your father around?

- He left when I was younger.

Are you sure Robin's dead?

He's really dead?

- I'm afraid so.

- Right, Lynley, I want
you to go and talk

to the vicar's housekeeper,
a Miss Polly Yarkin.

Constable, you go with
the inspector.

Do the introductions.

- We haven't been
introduced, I'm DI Lynley.

- Steve, Constable
Steve Shepherd.

- Oh, DCI Shepherd?

- He's my father.

- Steve.

- This is DI Lynley, he wants
to ask you a few questions.

- Please come in.

- After you, Constable.

- Well, one minute he
was alive and the next.

They said he suffered.

- I'm afraid so.

How long had you worked
for Reverend Sage?

- Ever since he got here
four months ago.

- What was he like?

- Kind, prayed a lot.

Didn't do him much good, did it?

- When was the last
time you spoke with him?

- I asked him if
he wanted dinner,

and he said he was going out.

And did he
tell you he was going

to Juliet Spence's cottage?

- No, but he put
his best suit on.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothin', I'm just remarkin'.

- Did he ever ask you about
Juliet, about Mrs. Spence?

- No.

- He never said anything,
are you sure?

Even in passing?

- Why are you asking
me about Juliet Spence?

It's Robin Sage who's dead.

- We'll leave it there
for the moment.

Thank you, Miss Yarkin.

- Well yeah, but--

- We'll take her full
statement later, Constable.

- I mean, don't get me wrong,
she's bound to be upset,

but Polly's a bit flaky.

So what's next?

- Check with the SOCO sergeant.

He may need help preserving
the scene.

- Well, I'd be much better use
back at the Spences' cottage.

- Not until we've got the
results back on cause of death.

I'll call SOCO, tell them
you're on your way, Constable.

- Sir.

Have you seen
the DCI anywhere?

- He's in the shop talking
to Reverend Sage's verger.

- Thanks.

Any progress, sir?

- Bit of a smart
aleck, that Tony.

The toxicology report
suggests the Reverend Sage

died of water hemlock poisoning.

- Someone poisoned him?

- Hemlock grows wild round here.

Juliet Spence prepared
a meal for the reverend,

and she picked hemlock
thinking it was parsnip.

Accidental death.

- That's one opinion, sir.

- And one the coroner
is most likely to share.

Until we can prove that
beyond reasonable doubt,

the investigation will continue.

- Sir.

I don't mean to tread on
your toes, but are you aware

that your son, PC Shepherd,
is having a relationship

with Juliet Spence?

- He what?

- I came across this
information accidentally,

and as senior investigating
officer in this case,

I thought you ought to know.

- You sure?

- Obviously I haven't discussed
this with anyone else, sir.

- It's never easy, workin'
in someone else's area.

Thanks.

You've probably saved me a
lot of trouble down the line.

A word, Constable, now.

I stand there while some
outsider tells me

about you and Juliet Spence.

- What outsider?

- Lynley.

I had to inform the Super.

He gives me an earful.

Conflict of interest, senior
officer should have known.

- Sage wasn't murdered.

There is no case.

- Not for you and
me, there isn't.

I had to hand it over.

What?

Who to?

- That southern ponce, Lynley.

- It was an accident,
that's obvious.

- How do you know, eh?

Because you're giving her one?

Why the hell didn't you tell
me you were having an affair

with Juliet Spence?

- I'm grown up, my
personal life--

- You should've warned me.

This is my career on the line.

- Hello?

- How's the packing going?

- Great.

- If you feel like
cutting your leave short,

Superintendent Alred has
handed me a suspicious death.

I'd like you back up
here working with me.

- Well, I guess if you
can't crack it without me,

then looks like I've
got no choice.

There's a train at seven,
ten past seven.

Pick me up at 10:30.

- See you then.

- Okay, bye.

- Hi, come on in.

How was your first day?

- Fascinating.

I hear you're in charge
of the Robin Sage case.

- Come in.

Tony Philips, Helen Clyde.

- Oh, the profiler
on the Evans case.

Superintendent Alred's
obviously very impressed.

He's been singing your
praises all day.

- Well, I'm not sure why.

I've only just found
my way to the canteen.

- Helen and I know each
other from London.

- I thought I'd bring
you up to speed

on the Robin Sage case if
you can spare the time.

- Do you want me to leave?

- No, of course not.

- Steve Shepherd said
that Juliet Spence

spent the night vomiting.

- Probably saved her life.

- The symptoms of hemlock
poisoning are delirium,

convulsions, and
abdominal pains.

A single mouthful
can kill a man.

- So how come she survived?

- Because she threw up.

But, interestingly, hemlock
doesn't make you vomit.

- You're telling me hemlock
doesn't cause vomiting?

- No, not the way she describes.

- Two people eat the same meal.

One person dies, the other
conveniently has some form

of stomach upset and lives.

- Exactly.

Hi, have you eaten?

- Oh, thank you.

Yeah, I had a roasted veg
sandwich with organic wholemeal.

I need a cigarette.

- Oh, I found your lighter.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- How's your mum settling
into the home?

- Okay.

Sometimes I go there and
she thinks I'm her sister,

which isn't so stupid, actually.

Everyone says I look
just like Auntie Joyce.

Well, except for the nose.

- Mum, Mum?

The police took all
the bottles away.

What happened at the hospital?

Are you okay?

- It's all right.

I'm all right.

- Why didn't you tell me
Robin was coming for dinner?

- I wanted to talk
to him privately.

- Mum, you should've told me.

I should've known.

- Well, you saw me
preparing supper.

You could have asked.

Who did you think I'd invited?

Maggie?

- You think I don't
know, but I know.

I've heard the two of you.

And you panting in his ear I
love you, Steve, I love you.

I just want to be sick.

- Why didn't you say you
knew about me and Steve?

- Why didn't you tell me?

- It doesn't mean anything.

It's not like you and me.

- Careful who you
trust, you said.

Get out, please.

- We need to talk?

- She knows.
- Good, I'm glad.

She can't run your life for you.

- I'm her mum, she
comes first always.

- I love you.

I want us to have
a future together.

I want to be able to walk into
the pub with you on me arm.

- I thought, I thought just
this once I could have both.

Now that Maggie's found
out, she might do anything.

- She's a kid, what can she do?

- What are the gouges
in the ground?

- Where he dug his heels
in as he thrashed about.

You can see where he
clawed at the earth.

- His tongue?

- So swollen he'd almost
chewed it in half.

If you're lucky, you
die of heart failure.

- He wasn't lucky?
- No, he asphyxiated.

- How long did it take?

- Too long.

We know how he died,
hemlock poisoning.

We know who served him
the poison, Juliet Spence.

What we don't know is
whether she deliberately

gave him the hemlock
or whether someone else

substituted hemlock
for the parsnip.

- We're not forgetting the
terrible accident theory.

- Or it wasn't Reverend Sage
who was supposed to die.

- But if the pathologist is
right and this Spence woman

made herself vomit,
then she must have known

she'd eaten something poisonous.

- Yeah, but even if she'd
deliberately made herself sick,

she could still have
been the intended victim.

PC Shepherd was the
first person to see her

after Sage left that night.

- How's it going, Lynley?

- Early days, sir.

- Well, if you're
looking for Steve,

you may have a long wait.

He's got a big area to cover.

- Looks like we're in luck, sir.

I'd like just a few
words, please, Constable.

- Oh, well you'll
have to come back.

There's a trailer tipped
over on the way to Landridge.

- So what are you
doing here then?

- Who's she?

- Detective Sergeant Havers.

- Look, why don't I come inside
and put the kettle on, eh?

- You must be very busy, sir.

- You're not kidding, I haven't
even had time for lunch.

- I want it on record
that at no time

was my impartiality in question.

- Noted.

- Why did you keep
your relationship

with Juliet Spence quiet?

- I resent this.

- Were you hiding
it from your wife?

- My wife, Annie, is dead.

- I'm sorry.

- That's why he never put
himself up for promotion.

He nursed her at home
until she died a year ago.

- If you were both free
agents, why the secrecy?

- Juliet didn't want
to upset Maggie.

- What about Juliet's
relationship with Robin Sage?

- What relationship?

- She invited him
round for dinner.

Went to a lot trouble.

- To discuss Maggie.

- What about Maggie?

- Sage wanted her
to go to church.

He'd started a youth club.

Juliet wasn't keen on the idea.

- She slaves over a hot
stove just to say

Maggie can't go to a youth club?

She's got a phone, hasn't she?

- She's a hospitable woman.

- Yeah, there is something
sexy about men in dog collars.

- There was nothing going on!

- If you died, I've got no one.

I'd have to go into a home.

- Oh, Maggie.

I can't produce your
dad for you, sweetheart.

If I could, I would.

- In your statement you
said that you called in

at Juliet Spence's cottage
at 9:15 on the evening

of Sage's death.

- Juliet's cottage
is very isolated.

It's all part of my patrol.

Couldn't
find any biscuits.

- Sir.

Where was Mrs. Spence?

- It's in my statement.

On the bathroom floor, vomiting.

- Did she say she'd taken
anything before

she'd started being sick?

- What kind of a stupid
question is that, sir?

- Simple enough for you to
understand, I'd have thought.

- She was wrenching her guts up.

It wasn't exactly the time
to have a conversation.

- You didn't think to call
Robin Sage, find out how he was?

- Well, I thought it was
just ordinary food poisoning.

I thought you'd just have
to let it run its course.

- If Mrs. Spence was
throwing up in the bathroom,

who let you in?

- I have a key.

- Well, for all you know, Sage
might still have been there

with Juliet.

It could have been embarrassing.

- He left at nine.

- How do you know?

How do you know, Constable?

Were you spying on Juliet
Spence and Robin Sage?

- Come on, Lyndley, that's
a hell of an accusation.

- You're right, he's
as jealous as hell.

- And Polly, Sage's
housekeeper and the woman

who pretended to make
the call from over there

is suffering from unrequited
love for the constable.

- Poor Polly.

This place is a real
hotbed of passion.

- Mrs. Spence?

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is Detective
Sergeant Havers.

How are you feeling?

- Dreadful, what do you expect?

- Perhaps you shouldn't
have discharged yourself.

- About Robin, Reverend Sage.

You remember that
case, the butcher.

All those people dying
of E. coli from his shop.

I remember thinking how
do you live with that?

- You and Reverend Sage
must have got on well

for you to invite
him for dinner.

- I always think it's easier
to discuss things over a meal.

More relaxing.

- Were you anticipating a row?

- No.

- Why didn't you want Maggie
to go to his youth club?

- We're not churchgoers.

It seems hypocritical.

- Not if Maggie wanted to and
Reverend Sage didn't mind.

- I was just trying
to, I don't know,

trying to set some
moral standards.

- Does that include your
relationship with Steve
Shepherd?

- I need some advice.

- What sort of advice?

- Please.

- Maggie was telling me
about the house rule.

The only people you can
really trust are your family.

Sounds a bit harsh.

- Typical moody teenager
interpretation.

We've moved around a bit.

It makes it hard to
sustain friendships.

- She considered Reverend
Sage a friend.

- Well, he was a good
listener, and he wasn't me.

- Been acting up, has she?

- Look, this has nothing
to do with Maggie.

She wasn't even here.

- Was she here when you
were cooking the meal?

- Yes.

- Did you leave her alone
in the kitchen at any time?

- No.

- What, you didn't
use the phone?

Go to the bathroom?

- Maggie's my daughter.

Are you suggesting?

I'm sorry, I'm not
listening to this.

- I'd offer you one,
but I know you hate it.

Well?

- Well, I was wondering
what to do about Robin's,

the vicar's things.

I don't know who his
next of kin is.

- Well, you just leave
everything as it is for the
moment.

Is that it?

- I want to be friends again.

- Annie knew.

I walked in, and she knew.

My wife's dying,

and we're rolling around on
that stinking barn floor.

She knew.

- You make it sound disgusting,
like we did something wrong.

Is that why you went
with Mrs. Spence?

To punish me?

You and me are special.

- You and me is over.

It never started.

- But I loved you first.

I loved you before Annie,
before Juliet Spence.

- How much did you
love me, Polly?

Enough to poison Juliet only
you kill Reverend Sage instead?

- No.

- What are you hoping
for now, eh?

That they'll send her
away for the murder

and you can have me
all to yourself?

- Water hemlock poisoning
doesn't present itself in the
way

you've described, Mrs. Spence.

- All I know is I
had to be sick.

- Are you saying you
made yourself sick?

- Yes, I took an emetic,
an old-fashioned cure all.

It was in one of the bottles
the police took away.

- Why didn't you tell Steve
Shepherd this at the time?

- I didn't have to, he
could see the bottle.

In fact, yeah, he poured
me the second dose.

Just to make sure.

- Why did Shepherd lie
about the emetic?

- To protect her.

He thinks she killed Sage.

- Or it was, in fact, a
terrible accident,

but he knows how bad it
would look if we found out

that she made herself sick.

- How about this?

Sage is coming to dinner.

Shepherd's jealous.

He swaps the parsnip
for the hemlock.

We know he's watching
the cottage.

He intended to call in
whether Juliet rang or not.

If she hadn't already made
herself sick, then he had to.

That would explain why
he encouraged her

to take another dose
of the emetic.

- Bit of a gamble there.

He's obviously crazy
about Juliet.

He wouldn't risk killing
the woman he adores.

- With respect, sir, not
everyone's as romantic

in love as you are.

No, if Shepherd is a psychopath,
then he might chance it.

- Set up a meeting for me
with Reverend Sage's bishop,

and then talk to his church
wardens and the parish council.

Someone must know who
his next of kin is.

- Can I have a word?

- Of course.

Thanks, Andy.

- I reread the Sage report.

It says that Juliet Spence
is a herbalist.

- She calls herself an
alternative therapist.

She has stalls at local
markets and so on, why?

- What distinguishes water
hemlock from other members

of the Umbelliferae is the root.

Wild parsnip has a single root.

Water hemlock has a
tuberous bundle of roots.

- And you're saying Juliet
Spence should've known this

when she dug it up.

- There are other
characteristics a herbalist

should've noted.

When you cut lengthways
into water hemlock,

it displays nodes
and internodes.

- Sorry, it was either biology
or communication skills

at my school.

I took communication skills.

- Tony Philips, our pathologist.

Barbara Havers.

- Barbara Havers, I finally
get to put a face to the name.

- Sorry?

- I was working with
the Met last year.

They were offering five to
one that your partnership

wouldn't make it out
of the paddock.

- I beg your pardon?

- It was just a bit of fun.

I'm sure everyone's delighted
that Barbara's eventually

managed to find someone
she could work with.

- You know call me a snob,
Tony, but given the choice

between working with a
clever, considerate man

or a mouthy git, I know
who I'd choose.

- Well, you've obviously
got her broken in, Lynley.

If you're ever hard up,
you're on to a dead cert.

- No, it's okay, sir.

See, Tony spends most of his
time cutting up dead people.

He can't help having
a warped, sick mind.

- Well, this warped sick mind
has come to the conclusion

that Juliet Spence had to know
that hemlock has chambers.

Looks like if she did
cook the hemlock,

it can't have been an accident.

It had to be murder.

- Well except, Tony, that
Juliet Spence isn't the only one

with access to the cottage.

There's Maggie, Steve Shepherd.

What about Polly Yarkin?

She's crazy about Steve.

Who knows what that might
drive her to do?

Have them
carry out another

house to house first thing.

Double check the names
of all the people found

in the vicinity of
Juliet's cottage on the day

of Sage's death.

- What exactly did Tony
Philips say to her?

- It doesn't matter.

- Come on, eat your food.

Sit down!
- No!

- Poor kid, no wonder
he's miserable.

He should be in bed by now.

- You don't want
children, do you?

- I'm not sure.

You?

- Yes, I suppose so.

Sometime.

- Do your duty?

Keep on in there till your
exhausted wife provides

the next male heir of Asherton?

- We're talking about
love, not livestock.

- I remember my dad dug
in behind the paper.

He hated the noise, the
mess, the fact my mother

couldn't give him her
undivided attention.

- One day you're gonna
come to me all gooey-eyed

saying you've found the
father of your children.

- I don't do gooey.

Besides, before long, we
won't need you men at all.

- Maybe, but think of all that
pleasure you'd be missing.

Everything all right?

- Yeah, fine, thanks.

- I can have him up in front
of a disciplinary board.

- No, no I'd just prefer it
if you just held him against

a wall and I just hit him.

- I'll leave it then.

James, come here!

I'm tired.

I know you're
tired, darling.

Come on.

Come on, James.

- Come on.
- No!

No!

- The joys of family life.

- You'll have a wife
and kids one day.

Your sort always do.

Probably have them delivered
from Harrods.

- Night, then.

Yes I know, I'm sorry.

It's a rush job.

Sergeant Havers could
be back in a few days.

Well, the keys are with
the neighbor at number 16.

And if you have any problems,
get her to give me a call.

All right, thanks.

- Yeah, this is the spot.

I dug it up here.

- Can you see any plants now
that look like wild parsnip?

- No, I can't.

- What does the book
say, Sergeant?

- That one maybe.

- Give it a go.

What do you think, Mrs. Spence?

- I'm not sure.

No, don't!

- Why not?

Why not, Mrs. Spence?

- That isn't parsnip,
it's water hemlock.

- Are you saying that when
you dug up the parsnip

for Robin Sage, you
knew it was hemlock?

- It had one root.

I would have noticed.

- What are you saying?

The only way the hemlock
in your cooking pot

is if somebody else
must have put it there.

- No, I'm not sure.

- When Maggie was little

and ate too much cake,
like kids do,

did you used to give
her an emetic?

- What?

- Well, Maggie knows
that the minute her mum

eats something bad,
she makes herself sick.

- I've told you.

- Do you consider yourself
a good mum?

- Yes.

- So you must have taught Maggie
which plants are poisonous.

- Maggie can't, didn't
do anything.

I was with her in the
kitchen all the time.

- No, you weren't.

We did a house to house
at 5:13 on the evening

of Robin Sage's death.

You had a Parcel Force delivery.

The driver remembers
it very clearly.

You were his last call.

He had a cold, you
suggested several remedies.

He says you were on the
doorstep for almost 10 minutes.

Was Maggie alone then?

- Why would Maggie want
to kill anyone?

It's absurd.

- I'd like permission to
interview your daughter.

- No, it's out of the question.

- Why don't you want us to
talk to her, Mrs. Spence?

- Detective Inspector
Lynley would like to ask you

a few questions.

- What about?

- Robin Sage.

If she doesn't
want to talk--

- I'm not a kid.

Just go, will you?

When you were
younger, your mum used to take
you

with her when she went out
collecting wild plants?

- Me, I'm hopeless.

I don't know one plant
from another.

- I'm as good as Mum.

- So you wouldn't
make a mistake?

You'd know the difference
between wild parsnip

and water hemlock for instance?

- Well, maybe.

It depends.

- If you didn't know Robin
Sage was coming to dinner

that night, who did you think
your mum was cooking for?

- Who cares?

I wasn't interested.

- Steve?

- Your mum invites her boyfriend
round and you're shunted

off to some mate's,
and you don't care?

- Yeah.

- Do you have a boyfriend?

- No.

- Bet all your mates have.

All that stuff they have
to gossip about.

Did they kiss?

How far did they get?

And there's you stuck
on the outside.

- I don't want their
stupid boyfriends.

They're just kids.

- Oh, you mean you prefer
your men older?

Like Steve?

I've got it, sir.

She fancies Steve Shepherd.

- No, I don't, I hate him.

I hate everything about him.

- Margaret Spence, 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.

- No, no you've got
it all wrong.

You don't understand.

- I spoke to Robin.

What'd he say?

- He told me to do nothing.

He said he knew it was hard,

but it wasn't always
gonna be me and Mum,

that one day I'd leave.

Have a life of my own.

- Why didn't you want
your mum just now?

She didn't like you
seeing Robin Sage?

- Look, Robin was my friend.

Every time she banged
on about it,

it just felt like she
was spoiling it.

What else did
you and Robin talk about?

- Everything, books I
read, favorite movies,

what I wanted to do, my dreams.

He was saying...

What did
he say, Maggie?

- He said I was a unique person.

- If she thought Steve
was coming to dinner,

and she knew her mum takes an
emetic whenever she feels ill,

she still could have
killed Robin by mistake.

- Okay, we don't rule her out.

I can see why Maggie
liked Robin.

A father figure, her
own special friend,

but why was he so
interested in her?

Lynley.

- That interview you
wanted with the bishop.

I finally I made contact.

- Would you like a drink?

Cup of tea?

There's some sherry.
- Yours?

Alchemical Magic,
Herbs And Spices.

- I don't know, possibly.

Where'd you get it?

- Your bedroom.

H for hemlock.

Dig out the root when
the plant is dormant.

- I don't understand.

- Quite a habit you've
got, isn't it?

Spying on Juliet's cottage.

- You got it wrong.

- Did you see leave the cottage?

Did you slip into the kitchen?
- No.

- And put water hemlock
in her cooking pot?

- L for love.

A love potion, like she
must have given you.

That's why I bought the book.

I drink it, you look at me.

But you don't, do you?

You just see what
you want to see.

- I see a sick, twisted
human being.

You made soup for my
wife before she died.

- What are you saying?

Not only did I try to kill
Juliet, I killed Annie too?

- Did you?

- Like you wanted to, you mean?

- You what?
- Admit it.

You were relieved
the day she died.

Nothing was good
enough for Annie.

The food was too cold,
the tea too strong.

She even managed to blame
you for her cancer, remember.

- Shut it.
- The only moments

of pleasure, of joy, of love
you had that year were with me.

- You help Annie on her
way so you could have me.

You don't get me.

I meet Juliet, and you
decide to kill her,

only you end

up murdering Robin Sage.
- I don't need to kill Juliet.

Deep down, you love me.

You know you do.

- Love?

You and me wasn't love.

Banging away on the
floor like animals.

Banging away like
stinking, filthy animals!

- Oh, come on.

- Cake?

- No, thanks.

We're here on police business.

- You're still one
of God's family.

Try an eclair.

- I said no.

- That was a bit sharp.

- I'm not a flaming
charity case.

- She offered you a
cake, that's all.

- You might enjoy eating
cucumber sandwiches

with your little
finger stuck out

surrounded by braying women

with upturned flowerpots
on their heads,

but I don't, thank you, sir.

- Sage originally came
from Cornwall.

He was such a terrible loss.

He had a marvelous record,
youngest archdeacon,

lecturer, fantastic fund raiser.

And why did
he give all that up

to become a parish priest?

- His wife, Susannah,
committed suicide.

- Suicide, how?

- Threw herself over
the side of a ferry

on the way to France.

- And when was this?

- About 12 years ago.

I really don't know
much about it.

- It must have been
extremely traumatic for him.

- Listening to myself,

I realize I didn't know
Robin very well at all.

Before he moved here, he
seemed quite different.

- How do you mean?

- A man of great faith,
strong convictions.

He changed?

- In the last few months, he
seemed uncertain, distressed.

- He didn't tell you
what was troubling him?

- God forgive me, I
should have asked.

He wasn't troubled, Inspector.

He was in crisis.

- What are you doing?

- From now on you only eat food
that can't be tampered with.

- I don't understand.

- You're not responsible.

It wasn't your fault.

- How do you mean?

- It wasn't Robin Sage
that was meant to die.

It was you.

- Susannah Sage committed
suicide 12 years ago.

Reverend Robin Sage
moves parishes regularly.

Has formed a very close
relationship with unique Maggie,

an underage teenager.

Hence the crisis.

Juliet kills him.

- I'm sorry, sir, but
why didn't she report it?

Tell PC Shepherd.

- Maggie was generally
fond of Sage,

said she wouldn't testify
against him.

- Yeah, but is enough to
make Juliet take the law

into her own hands and kill him?

- She's her mum.

Who knows what she'd do to
protect her own daughter.

We need to talk to the
housekeeper, Polly.

Find out if she was
in the vicarage

when Maggie used to visit.

Bit dark in here.

- What happened, Polly?

- Fell down the back steps.

Stupid, I'd just washed them.

That's typical me, racing about.

- Perhaps we should get
you to the hospital.

- No.

- Would you like to talk
to Barbara alone?

- No, of course not.

- Just between you and me.

It might help.

- What?

You think?

I fell down the back
steps, honest.

Look, you came to ask
questions about Reverend Sage,

so fire away.

- Why don't we take a seat?

Did Reverend Sage ever
talk about his wife?

- What wife?

- When she committed
suicide 12 years ago.

- He never said.

He never even mentioned her.

To be honest, he didn't
seem interested in women.

- What about Maggie Spence?

I gather she came
here quite often.

- Yes, but she's just a kid.

- What did they do?

- Sat in his study together
and talked their heads off.

- Did her mum ever come?

- No.

- June the 10th, Social
Services, 12:30.

Why visit the Social Services?

- How about he was seeing
a social worker?

- Same question, Havers, why?

Maybe you're right.

Robin Sage and Maggie
wasn't the problem.

All those heart to
hearts together.

Maybe what he learnt from
Maggie was that Juliet

was an unfit mother
and decided to talk

to the Social Services about it.

- He went to London on
June 10th, 8:30 train.

Well, whoever he was
seeing at Social Services

was in London.

The question is why
were they interested

in a girl in Lancashire?

- There she is.
- You're a psycho.

- Your mum's a psycho.
- You're a freak.

She's
a vicar killer.

Vicar killer.

Vicar killer.

- Her mum's a witch.
- Go on, run away.

- Inspector.

PC Shepherd's got some
information on the Sage case.

- Polly Yarkin, I'm
disgusted to say,

has an obsession with me.

I found this in her cottage.

Look under H for hemlock.

- So you decided to interview
her yourself, did you?

- Yeah, gave her the
personal touch.

- Come on Sergeant.

- You took the law into
your own hands.

Don't think you can
hide behind your father.

- Is that how you get your
kicks, hitting female suspects?

- Slanderous cow!

- Right, she decided to
punch herself in the mouth.

- Steve, what is it with you?

Maggie?

- Kids at school were
yelling stuff.

Your mum's a psycho.

- Is that what you think?

- No.

It's all wrong.

You didn't do it.

- Whatever's happened, Maggie,

we'll get through this together.

- Yeah.

- Mum, it's Barbara.

Well, I said I'd ring.

Barbara, your daughter.

No, I'm not coming
to take you home.

Well, I explained.

You like it there, yes you do.

You told me you liked
it last time I came.

Last week, Mum.

I came to see you last week.

- It appears from what you've
said as if Steve Shepherd

is on the verge of a breakdown.

Jealous, paranoid, violent.

- But--

- Is he a murderer?

It all seems too premeditated.

I think he's more likely
to strike out in anger.

Have you got anything
on Polly Yarkin?

- A cheap spell book.

Unrequited passion for
said PC Shepherd.

I've decided to wait and see
if something more substantial

turns up before we
question her again.

What about Maggie Spence?

- Angry, confused only child,

desperate to hang on to
her mother's affections.

- The things we put
ourselves through for love.

- Is there something
you're not telling me?

- Why?

- Nothing.

- Come in.

The stuff on Robin Sage's
dead wife, Susannah,

it'll be here in half an hour.

- Thanks.

- There's no point
in you staying.

- That's all right.

- No, no I've got loads
of things to do.

There's no point in both
of us hanging around.

- Thank you, marvelous.

Night, Andy.
- Night, Governor.

- Yeah, I appreciate
there'll be overtime.

Just send me the bill.

Thank you.

Can I give you a lift
to the hotel?

- Great.

I'd love a drink.

- Yeah.

Afraid we're out of luck.

- Never mind.

I hadn't realized
it was so late.

Hi, room six, please.

- 12, please.
- Thanks.

See you in the morning.

- Yeah.

Room service.

- Do you think we'll be
sitting together like this

when we're 90?

- Some knight in shining
armor's bound to have

whisked you away before then.

- Are you saying
I need rescuing?

It's okay, you don't
have to answer.

This isn't advisable
behavior for close friends.

- Susannah, Robin
Sage's late wife,

committed suicide on a ferry
to France 12 years ago.

It was a rough crossing,
and she went to the loo

complaining of feeling sick.

She never came back.

- Did the police investigate
Robin Sage?

- Yeah, there were no
signs of a struggle.

No witnesses.

Her handbag was found
in the car with a note.

- What did it say?

- Sorry, can't carry on.

Her passport was in her bag.

There was no trace
of her on the ship,

and she couldn't have got
off the ferry in France.

Is it the way I tell them?

- What about the body?

- It was it was never found,
but here's the best bit.

I'll get them to
bring a fresh pot of coffee.

- Thanks, but I'm driving
back to London.

- London?

- I've got some research to do.

I don't want to disturb your
work, so we'll speak later.

Bye, Barbara.

- I'll be back in a minute.

- Thank you very much.

Why are
you running away?

- Don't be melodramatic.

I've got a job to
do, so have you.

I'll ring you later.

- Did something happen
last night?

- Anything else?

- Yeah, actually.

Robin and Susannah
had a son, Joseph.

He died when he was
three months old.

- Get back onto the
incident room.

I want everything they can
find on Robin Sage's dead wife.

- We've turned up a
sister for Susannah Sage,

Kate Gutterman.

She's a social worker,
lives in London.

- What do you think happened
to your sister on that ferry?

- Robin Sage killed her.

Maybe he didn't actually
push her over the side,

but he killed her.

- How do you mean?

- Joseph, their baby son,
was running a temperature.

Robin insisted the poor
little thing should sleep

in the other room.

When Susannah went in the
next morning, Joseph was dead.

- How was their relationship
after that?

- How do you think?

Terrible.

That's why I know he
did or said something

to make her end it.

- That's a very serious
accusation.

- Susannah came to see
me weeks before she died.

She'd been a social worker,
too, before she was married.

She'd decided to write a book.

I let her borrow some
of my case notes.

- That's illegal.

- She was my sister.

I trust her my life.

- What's this got to do
with her state of mind?

- Suddenly she was the
old Susannah again,

energized, focused.

- Then she committed suicide?

- Her only epitaph, a note
saying sorry, I can't carry on.

- Have you seen anything
of Sage since?

- He did come to visit me
a couple of months ago.

After all this time,
suddenly he cares.

He wanted to know what
Suzanna and I had talked about

in the last weeks of her life.

Who did she see,
where did she go.

- How often did he come?

- Once was enough.

- We found tickets for
several trips to London.

Did he have any friends here?

- No, not that I know of.

- There were no photographs
of Susannah in the vicarage.

- I never go anywhere
without it.

They never found her.

Perhaps If I'd had
a body to bury,

maybe things would
have been easier.

- Do you know a woman
called Juliet Spence?

- No.

- How old would Joseph
have been if he'd lived?

- Nearly 13, why?

- Did Susannah have any
children before Joseph?

- No, he was a bit of a miracle.

They'd been trying for
years to have a baby.

Somehow it just hadn't happened.

- Juliet Spence is
Susannah Sage,

Robin Sage's supposedly
dead wife.

She must have got a passport
in the name of Juliet Spence,

faked her suicide, slipped
off the ferry into France,

then came back here
and started a new life.

- With a new child.

Maggie can't be her
biological daughter

because Maggie's only
14 years old.

- Her sister said she didn't
have any kids before Joseph.

- If she isn't Juliet's
child, who is she?

- Some dodgy adoption deal?

- Juliet comes to London,
sees her sister's files.

She's her old self.

- She buys Maggie off one
of her sister's clients.

- Look it's getting late,
why don't you go home?

I call into the office,
get them to run a check

on Kate's clients 12 years ago.

Make sure all children
are accounted for.

I don't
believe this.

- Get me a discreet check
on all these families.

Oh, and all reported cases
of missing babies in London

12 to 14 years ago, with
special attention to the area

that Juliet Spence's
sister worked.

Not now.

Helen.

Why don't we go over there?

- We're not supposed to
leave our assembly points.

- All right, let's have
the conversation here.

Last night.
- It was fun.

- Yes, it was a lot
of other things too.

You know that.

- Yeah, I'm just trying to
put things in perspective.

- Two mates, away from home.

- You never lie to me.

- See, sex changes everything.

- No, it doesn't.

Fear does, and you've
nothing to be frightened of.

- You're my confidant, my--

- Oh, the best friend speech.

- I've been rehearsing
it all day.

- And there was me thinking
you were basking in the glow

of last night's passion.

- You know too much about me.

- You can't honestly
think I'd abuse that.

- No, not deliberately.

It's myself I don't
trust, my judgment.

- Oh, you think I'm
a bad choice?

- Maybe for me, yes.

I'll ruin it.

I always do.

- I won't let you ruin
it, if you don't let me.

- I'm sorry, Tommy.

The answer's no.

It's safe to go
back in the building.

- Well, if that's what you
want, I have to respect that.

It doesn't mean I'm giving up.

- Sir, how much did it cost?

- I don't think we should have
this conversation in public.

- I don't believe you.

I mean, how could you do that?

You totally redecorated
my house.

Who do you think you are,
interfering in my life?

- I didn't mean to upset you.

I thought I was helping.

- Oh, oh the eighth
Earl of Asherton

patronizing the peasants?

Go away!

- Come in.

- You might find these
interesting, sir.

- Thank you very much.

- All right, come
on then, explain.

How does letting a bunch
of decorators loose

in my house help me?

- Well, be honest, you were
never gonna sell the place

until you'd done it up.

And you're paying a
mortgage for a flat

you're not even living in.

- That is my business,
not yours.

- I thought we'd forged
some sort of a bond here,

however bizarre.

I thought showing some
concern was permitted.

- Concern?

This is fascism.

I mean, I don't even
like duck white.

- Concern because you're
sitting there night after night

avoiding the inevitable.

If I hadn't done it,
you never would.

- You patronizing,
sanctimonious...

Okay, I have been stalling.

I am a coward.

I'm panicking about
leaving because the thought

of coming home to nothing is
more scary than coming home

to a mother who doesn't
even know who I am.

I just keep putting off
visiting my mum because she

doesn't understand I
am dismantling her life

and packing it into
cardboard boxes.

Now that is my problem, and
I don't need you to show me

that I am an inadequate
human being.

- Right.

What I did was inexcusable.

I'm very sorry.

But one thing you are not is
an inadequate human being.

- And another thing, the
brushwork on the pipes

in the bathroom is
really sloppy.

- I'll tell them.

Work?

- Please.

- Apparently, two little girls
went missing from the area

that Juliet's sister covered.

According to these, if
they are alive now,

they would be the same
age as Maggie Spence.

- You can have another
juice when you finish that.

- Detective Sergeant Havers.

- Have you found her?

- Oh, no sorry.

I'm just going through
old case notes,

seeing if we missed anything.

- There's no end to it.

I wake with this piece
of me missing.

She's got three brothers now.

We kept trying for another
girl, but it didn't happen.

- Hi, is your mum in?

Mum.

Has someone
been onto the Social?

Do you have
a social worker?

Yeah, Kate Gutterman.

Boys, outside.

- Have you had her long?

15 years or so.

I got pregnant at school.

- Are you still with
the father of that baby?

- No, I told him to sling it.

- Would it be easier if
your husband was here?

- He left, a couple
of years ago now.

Started again with a new family.

If you're a mum, you feel
it differently, don't you?

- The newspaper report said
that your daughter, Cass,

had brown hair.

- Red.

They got it wrong.

Red hair and green eyes.

Like her grandma.

What happened
to baby Jessie?

- I had her in the pram.

I met my mates, all tarted up.

They said come for
a quick drink.

I put the pram by the open door.

Then some moron said
there was a draft.

Shut it.

I finished my drink, went out,

and she'd gone.

- What happened then?

- Police came.

The scum suggested I'd
done away with her.

Why did
they think that?

- She'd broken her leg.

Before, it wasn't me.

It was her dad.

He always was a clumsy prat.

- You were lucky the authorities
gave you another chance.

- My husband, Chris,
he loves kids.

Kate got me off the
at risk register.

- Did a vicar visit
you recently?

- The one writing a
book about losing a kid?

I told him.

Jessie isn't dead.

How do you know?

- Just do.

- Can you confirm for me
how old would Jessie be now?

- 14.

- Come on.

- I drew a blank.

- I didn't.

Juliet learned of Elaine's
baby from her sister's files.

She thinks 15-year-old mum,
baby's already had a broken leg.

What chance has it got?

She stalks Elaine, first
opportunity snatches the baby.

It's Inspector Lynley here, sir.

I need you get a team of
officers to Juliet Spence's
house

and arrest her on
suspicion of murder, now.

- Tom, Andy, come with me.

Juliet, It's me.

Pick up the phone.

I need to talk to you.

I don't understand this, Juliet.

Lynley's lot want to
talk to you again.

- Found it an hour ago,
no sign of any passengers.

No reported sightings.

And there's blood on
the passenger side,

which indicates the
girl may be injured.

- Right.

If I were Juliet, I'd
get as far as I could

before the car is
discovered and we're called.

Then I'd hole up, give Maggie
a chance to get some rest,

move again under cover
of darkness.

Where could she go, Steve?

- Anywhere.

There's loads of outbuildings
round here.

- Come on, Steve, if
you know, tell him.

Not for me, for the kid.

- How about of the direction
of Bentham?

Maybe she'll try to get the
train out in the morning.

- Oh, come on.

That's the first place
she'll know we'll look!

- Where are we?
- Around here, sir.

- Okay, I suggest we get men
covering a six-mile radius

from this point.

If you could get them to
move from the outside in,

please, sir.

They're not gonna get
very far on foot,

and they're gonna try
and avoid the open

or difficult terrain.

- I'll get onto it.

- I appreciate how hard
this is for you, Steve,

but it's over.

- No.

- Juliet pretended to
be dead for 12 years.

She took another person's
identity.

She stole a baby.

She deceived her husband
and then murdered him.

The Juliet Spence you fell
in love with never existed.

Help me, Steve!

- I'm sorry, Mum, can't do it.

I feel really dizzy.

- It's all right.

We're nearly there,
it's not far.

Come on.

- There used to be an
old railway track

run through the vale.

They closed it down.

She could be in the old
railway building.

Here.

She could make it within three
hours under reasonable cover.

Once you're in the
vale, it's easy walking.

Anywhere else is either too
hard a hike or too exposed.

- Right.

- She's got a shotgun with her.

- Call the Armed Response Unit.

Call DCI Shepherd.

Get his men to cut their
engines and pull up

when they get to the corner.

Any closer she might spot us.

- Sir.

It's Maggie's.

- We wait for the ARU.

- You can't have armed
police bursting in.

Think of Maggie.

- Juliet's got a gun,
we take no chances.

- Steve!

- Juliet, love.

It's me.

Don't be scared.

I'm coming in.

- One man down, possible
one man down.

Request immediate backup.

- It's Inspector Lynley, Juliet.

Why don't I just come in, huh?

No officers, no guns, just me.

- Just so you know, it's loaded.

- Put the gun down,
Juliet, love.

Come on.

- Are you all right, Maggie?

She's gonna learn
the truth soon.

It should come from you.

Mum, please!

- Everything I did,

I did it for you.

- But you can't have.

You killed him.

You really killed Robin Sage?

- He was gonna take
you away from me.

They're gonna
put you in jail for life.

- I won't let them.

- Get Juliet, now.

- Please, Mum, I want
to go home now.

- I love you more than anything

in the whole world, sweetheart.

- Is this how you intend
to prove it?

By murdering two police
officers in front of her?

Sergeant!

- Susannah Sage.
- What?

- Susannah Sage, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

- Trust me, I'll explain!

- The caution, Sergeant.

You do not
have to say anything.

Wherever
they take you.

I'm coming, too.
- But it may harm your defense

if you do not answer.
- Come on, Maggie.

- Come on, come on now.
- Get off me, don't touch me.

Don't make
it harder than it is.

- Just a few more
minutes, please!

Mum!

- She's my baby.

- No, she isn't.

Her real mum's in London,
living a nightmare every day

because you decided to
play judge and jury

and stole her baby.

And now Maggie, who you say
means more to you than anything

in the world, is left
with nothing.

No home, no friends,
no family, no mother.

Nothing.

Decided what color to
paint the new flat yet?

- Not duck white,
that's for sure.

So what about you and Helen?

- There's always tomorrow.

- Yep, I suppose so.