All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S02E03.A.Suitable.Vengeance.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

Dr. Trenarrow.

Where
the hell have you been?

Nurse.

Tina!

- There you are!

Oh!

Helen, wonderful to see you.

I'm so happy for you both.

Tommy.

- Mother.

- It's good to see you.

Looking very well.

Hello, there.

- John, hi!
- Tommy.

- Hi, Helen, you remember
John, our estate manager?

- Yeah, of course.
Hi.

- Congratulations.

- You're a very lucky man.

That's
what I tell him.

Hmm!

- Well, Aunt Lavinia's arrived.

- Oh?

- But apart from that,
you're the first.

So, did you two stay over
somewhere last night?

- Yeah.
In Taunton.

- I'm so glad you decided to
have the engagement party here.

- Of course.

Where shall
I put the champagne?

- In the hall, please, Nancy.

Hi.
- Hi.

Hi, Tommy!
Congratulations.

- Here, let me take those.

Nancy, hi.

Congratulations to you too.

I hear you're married now.

It sounds fun.

- Well, fun is perhaps a
tad optimistic,

but it's an annual village event

and they expect me to be there.

- The Nanrunnel Am Dram Society!

- They do know you're both
gonna be here this weekend.

- Ah!

- I think they'd be rather
hurt if you didn't show up.

- Then, we're definitely coming.

- I'll lay you 50-1 on, the
vicar's given himself the lead.

Oh, have a word with him
later about wedding dates.

- Well, we haven't actually
got that far yet, have we?

- Well, I'll leave you it.

Oh, give me a shout Helen,
if there's anything you need.

Mm, thanks.

- Your mother is extraordinary.

- Yes, isn't she?

- You going to be like
this all weekend?

At least try.

- I am trying!

- Because I think it's
a really good chance

for you and your mum
to sort things out.

- I'm just going to sort
the car out, OK?

- So, where's he disappeared
to this time?

- I don't know.

- Some tart or another.

- Dad, there was another letter
from the bank this morning.

- Did you open it?

- I can't open his
private letters.

- Why not?

You've got a right to know
what kind of debt you're in.

- A gas bill came yesterday.

Final demand.
Oh, Dad!

- Come on.

- I'm so tired.

- Leave him.

Come home.

I can't.

You'll never change
him, Nance, face facts.

Where is he?

What's this one's name?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Sorry.
Excuse me.

What is it?

- I'm fine.
- Nancy!

Come on.

I'll, I'll give you
a lift home, OK?

Is everything all right at home?

I know John doesn't really
get on with your husband,

does he?

Sorry.
None of my business.

- Mick's back.

Thanks for the lift.

- Ah, ah, if you could
just take those things

through to the kitchen,
could you?

Someone will show you
where to put them there.

- Is this the--?
- Oh!

Thank you so much
for coming, ha,

and at such short notice too.

- Oh, it was very nice--

- Umm, just come
through with me.

I, I just had this
idea, you see?

I thought, if you could
just see the dining room

and the whole set-up
before hand,

it would make things so much
easier for you tomorrow.

- Er, well, yeah.

- Was it you I spoke to
on the phone yesterday,

or was it the other girl?

- Mam, which other girl?

- Oh, Tommy, uh uh,
I won't be a moment.

Uh, I'm just showing
the florist--

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't
get your name.

- No, no.
- No this isn't--

- Not--
- Sorry.

Mother, this isn't the florist.

This is Barbara Havers.

My colleague from the Met.

- Oh, my God!
Peh!

What a fool I am!

- No, no, no, it's my fault.
- I'm sorry.

And I've been longing
to meet you as well.

I'm so glad you could come.

Ah, Tommy, will you bring
Barbara's things upstairs?

Now, come along, my dear.

Here we are.

Bed's a bit lumpy, I'm afraid,

but I wanted you
to have this room

because the view's so lovely.

Is anyone home?

- Oh, it's Sidney!

Look, you settle yourself in,

and come down and join us for
a drink when you're ready.

- Why are these houses
always so damn cold?

- Do you good to rough
it a bit.

- Sidney, darling!

- Hello!

Lovely to see you.

This is my aunt, Lady Asherton.

- Ha!
- How do you do?

- And this is Justin,
Justin Brooke.

- You're in chemicals,
aren't you?

- Right, so what else did
she tell you about me?

- Hi.

- Oh, come in.

- Ah, where do you want these?

On the bed?

- Oh, ah, someone called
Sidney's just arrived.

Who, who's Sidney?

- My cousin.

Ah, just come back from
Chechnya, I think.

She's a news photographer.
- Oh!

Not on the counter
at Argos, then.

- Hmm.

- So, what happens now?

- Unpack.

Come on down when you're ready.

- Ah, will I do as I am, or?

- Yeah, you're fine.

I'm gonna
get this all wrong, uh.

You will tell me, won't you?

- Get my head bitten off?

- No-uh, no, seriously, I
don't want to mess this up.

Which of course I've
already done.

Actually, your mum was
quite sweet about it.

I like her.

- Yeah.

People always do.

This
is so out of my league.

- It isn't, actually, you know.

- No, seriously, sir,
I mean

well, this
is a private family party.

- For family and friends
'n you're a friend.

Which reminds me, I have
a favor to ask of you.

Would you call me Tommy
this weekend?

Or even Thomas?

- No, I don't think so, sir.

- Barbara, hi.

- I was just gonna
come and find you.

- Where've you been?

- You'll excuse us.

- See you downstairs.

- Helen, I had to take
Nancy home, OK?

- Well you could have told me.

I had no idea where you were.

- Well I just needed some air.

- Oh, you've only just arrived.

For heaven's sake!

I'm sorry, Tommy, but,

what is this thing with
you and your mother?

Last time we came you behaved
like a tortured adolescent.

If you can't sort it
out before the wedding,

I mean it's gonna make
things really--

- Come with me.

I want to show you something.

- Tommy's here.

He's dying to see you.

- Uh.

- See that window there?

That was the room, my
father was dying,

well about to die, of cancer.

Now, I'm 17, standing
right here.

Can't face going back in.

Too scared.

Suddenly, my mother appears
at this window

with her arms wrapped
around this man,

and I think it's a miracle.

I came running back
in, race up the stairs,

don't even think to knock,
burst right in.

My mother and Trenarrow.

Oh, there's an eye-opener!

My mother and the good doctor,

going at it like there's
no tomorrow.

That's where I hid.

Watched my mother running
through the garden,

looking for me.

Hmm.

If I was dying,

and you were scared

and you needed comfort--

- Still wouldn't do that.

- You don't know what you'd do.

No one knows how they'll react

when they're really
up against it.

- If she loved him so much,

why didn't she just
marry him years ago?

Hey, I didn't stop her.

- Oh of course you did!

The way you so obviously
feel about him,

it would mean losing you.

- What's this?

Heroin!

Did you bring
my document case up?

It's in the car.

Some papers in
there I need to look at.

Oh, not tonight!

Relax.

I've got the...

accountants' meeting
first thing on Monday,

and there's the emergency board
meeting straight afterwards.

- Babe, you should have
stuck to the plan

and stayed in Dublin.

Why did you,

why did you
change your mind?

- To be with you.

- Excuse me, um, is
that the right, uh?

- I'm not a guest.

- Oh.

- I'm below stairs.

- Right.

- My dad's the estate
manager here.

It's just through there.

- Thanks.

- They won't bite!

Got their gobs too crammed
full of silver spoons

to bite anything.

Come on, come with me.

I'll take you in.

- Blimey!

So, is this all yours?

- No, it's my brother's.

- Well, I think that's
everybody.

Oh, I'm hopeless with names.

- Oh you get good at
them in the police.

- Yeah, I bet!

- Oh, thank you.

- So, tell me,

my son, what's he
like to work with?

- Impossible?
- Oh, no, not at all.

- I know nothing about his work.

He tells me nothing.

But Helen says he's very good.
Is he?

- Yeah.
Best I've ever worked with.

- Really?

- Yeah.
No question.

Mum.

Peter!

Darling, oh!

- Hello, lovely.

This is my girlfriend, Sasha.

Hello, Sasha.

- Hiya.

Come on,
darling, you'll love it.

Oscar Wilde.

Peter.

- Lovely to see you
again, Peter.

How's your life going?

How are you?

- Well, someone is.

Someone is cutting and
bagging heroin in there.

- Oh, so it must be me!

- Oh, sorry Peter, I'm obviously
spoiled for choice here!

Is it?

- I've only just walked
through the door, for God sake!

- Are you using again?

- Oh, You never stop, do you?

Sergeant Plod, right
down to the stuffy soul.

- Everybody, we must leave!

It starts in half an hour.
- Oh right.

- Come along!
Now who, who's coming?

To what, Mum?

- Oscar Wilde, darling.
Village Hall.

- Oh, I think we'll
probably give that a miss.

Sash do you want, um...

Come on everybody.
Lavinia!

Look, come on, we can't be late.

It's gonna start
in half an hour,

we've really got to get
ourselves seated there.

- Um... Mmm, actually, I've
got a bit of a headache.

No, I don't
think it will be too cold.

- Im a, I'm off home
now, Lady A.

- Right, John.
We'll see you in the morning.

- Mark!

Everybody,
we've got to leave.

- Mark!

You can drive your
sister's van back.

Alright,
everyone here who's coming...

- I'm just havin' a drink.

- Home!

I'm just
going to get my camera.

- I'll see you out there then.

Don't go without me.

That's all
that can be said about lands!

- I have a country house with
some land attached to it,

about 1,500 acres I believe,

but I don't depend on
that for my real income.

In fact, as far as
I can make out,

the poachers are the only people

who make anything out of it.

- A country house!

How many bedrooms?

Well that point can be
cleared up afterwards, hmm.

You have a town house, I hope?

A girl with a simple,
unspoiled nature like Gwendolen

could hardly be expected
to reside in the country.

- I have a house in
Belgrave Square,

but it's let by the year
to Lady Bloxham.

- Lady Bloxham!
I don't know her!

- Have you never had
a brother of any kind?

- Never.

Not even of any kind.

- I am afraid it is
quite clear, Cecily,

that neither of us is engaged
to be married to anyone.

It's not a
very pleasant position

for a young girl to
suddenly find herself in.

Is it?

Let us
go into the house.

They will hardly venture
to come after us there.

No, men are
so cowardly, aren't they?

This ghastly
state of things

is what you call Bunburying,
I suppose?

Yes, and a
perfectly wonderful Bunbury

it is too.

- Is he sure this is OK?

You can trust this guy, yeah?

- Yeah.
Totally.

- So, where is he?

- Don't worry, it'll be fine.

- How you can sit there,
calmly eating muffins

when were in this horrible
trouble, I can't make out.

You seem to me, perfectly
heartless.

- There he is.

- Hey, what's going on?
Where's the stuff?

- Is your brother here?

I'm not carrying gear
on me when 'e's around.

- What you talking about?

- That's great, so what
are we supposed to do?

- It's with a mate.

You just need to pick it up.

- Congratulations, Tommy.

- Thank you.

- Give you a hand with those?

- I'm fine.

- Your mother misses
you, you know.

Couple of days at Christmas,
the odd phone call.

She's put an awful lot
into this weekend.

- Look--

- Look, I don't expect
you to like me.

But I do expect you
to act your age.

What happened, happened.

Get over it.

- Lime 'n a Lager.

- Do those two not get on?

- Family business.

- Oh, right.
Sorry.

- Hello?

I told you
not to come here.

What if someone saw you?

You said no contact.

And since when
do you call the shots?

Hang on a minute.

Who the hell do
you think you are, Cambrey?

Now you
listen to me.

No, you listen to me!

This is my ass on the line here.

Totally ruined six months of--

Listen,
I'm really sorry--

Now forget it!
- We can sort this out.

You're outta
the loop now, Cambrey.

I'm not gonna let some greedy
little runt destroy me.

- I'm s--
- Mick?

You got something for me, right?

Oh, hi, you're umm...

Sidney's...?

- Yeah.

Run out of fags.

- You don't sell fags, do you?

- Take some of these, then.

Yeah.

Umm,

Thank you.

- Mark left something
for me, yeah?

- They don't seem to
notice us at all.

Couldn't you cough?

- But I haven't got a cough!

They're
looking at us.

What effrontery!

They're approaching.

That's very forward of them.

Let us
preserve a dignified silence.

Certainly.

It is the only thing to do now.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah, come on, let's go.

- What's the matter?
- Come on!

- What is it?
What's the matter?

- It's nothing.

- Wh, ah, have you
taken the pills?

- Don't fuss.
It's nothing really.

- What, was it Tommy?
Wh, wh, what did he say?

- No, it's got nothing
to do with Tommy.

It's...

It's that young boy
I told you about.

He...

He died yesterday.

I just feel terrible, like,

I could do nothing to help him.

I just couldn't help him.

- Mr. Worthing, there
is some error!

There is the woman who can
tell you who you really are.

- Lady Bracknell, I hate
to seem inquisitive,

but would you kindly
inform me who I am?

- Mick?

What's going on?

- Nancy, what is it?

- Oh, God!

Is he dead?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- Yeah.
Hello.

Ah, put me through to um,

where?

- Ah, Newquay.
Ask for DI Boscowan.

- Yeah, um, Newquay.

Who?
- Shhh,

- Ted Boscowan, Sidney!

I thought
you'd want a record.

- I won't mess at the
back of his head.

Come on.

There's some severe
bruising to the jaw.

Yeah, DS
Havers, at the Met.

- Sidney, what did I just say?
- Yeah, umm,

- yeah I'm at a, oh,
what's this shop called?

- Just say Cambrey's place.

- Yeah, at Cambrey's place, in--

In Nanrunnel.

In Nanrunnel.
- What's happened?

Yeah, suspicious
death.

- Dear God!

Yep, thanks.

Yeah Boscowan's on his way.

- Sidney, will you
get out of here!

Why don't you take
mother back to the house?

This is a murder scene.

- He's still warm.

- Come on, Sidney,
we're in the way.

- I'm going, I'm going!

- Till's been emptied.

It looks like a robbery.

- Any sign of the murder weapon?

Helen, will you and Havers
take Nancy back to the Lodge?

- Yeah, come on, Nancy, come on.

- It was a robbery,
wasn't it?

Come on, come on.

- Don't bother to come in.

My father will be there.

I'll be OK now.
You go.

- We'll see you in safely.

- Hello?

- Mr. Penellin?

Hello?

Are you sure he's home?

- I rang him.

He was here.
All evening.

Dad?

- Do you think she rang him?

- A bit too keen to
establish an alibi, you mean?

Shocking
business, Nancy.

I'm so sorry.

Come in.

- Is your father here?

- No, he's, um.

- This is DI Boscowan.

Detective Sergeant Havers,
Helen Clyde.

- Hello.

- Good evening.

Couple of questions, Nancy?

You sit down.

I just need to know

what time you left the
shop this evening.

'Bout five?
I don't remember.

- Was Mick there when you left?

- He'd just got back.

- Do you know why your
father went round to see him?

- To see Mick?

When?
He, he can't have done.

- He was seen Nancy.

Your neighbors saw him go
into the shop at about nine.

- But dad didn't even
know Mick was back.

- There was a row.

They had a fight.

- No, no, that can't be right.

- What's going on?

What's that idle waster
done this time?

- Dad, he's--
- John,

look.

I'm sorry abut this, but
I'm going to have to ask you

to come to into Newquay with me.

- Into?

Now?

- If you wouldn't mind.

- Why?

- I need to ask you some
questions in connection

with the murder of your
son-in-law, Michael Cambrey.

- Dad doesn't know
anything about it!

It's got nothing to do with him!

- Nancy!
That's enough!

Fair enough.

Let's get it over with.

I'll be back in a bit, love.

- What's goin' on?

What were the police doing here?

- This is your fault.

- Um, Your sister's
husband was murdered

a couple of hours ago.

- You're joking!

Hey, wait a minute,
why've they taken Dad in?

What's it gotta do with Dad?

He's been with
the family for 40 years.

John Penellin would
not hurt a fly.

- He obviously wasn't
keen on his son-in-law.

D'you notice how
he shut Nancy up?

- Yeah, what was that about?

- Can I point out that it's
not actually your case?

- Well, I guess we'll
just have to cancel.

- Why?

- But, uh, I, I really
don't think that we can.

People are coming from
all over the place.

- You know,

if John Penellin had an
argument with his son-in-law,

so what?

You know people have family
rows all the time, really.

- Yeah, could have
been a local gang.

- An off-season tourist shop?

Take-ins 'd be nothing!

- Well either Mick Cambrey
disturbed the killer in the--

- Yeah the point is we don't
have to worry about it--

- And emptied the cash
box afterwards

to make it look like a robbery.

Sorry, darling.

Which brings us back
to the basic question.

Why would anyone want
to kill Mick Cambrey?

- Well, he was a bit
of a lad, apparently,

and I know the marriage
is rocky.

Look, um, would anyone
like a cup of tea?

Or perhaps a nightcap?

- Sorry, darling,
you were saying?

- Your mother just asked
you a question.

- Look, I think I'm gonna
call it a night.

Good night, Barbara.

Night.

- Sorry, uh, wrong room.

- Hi.

- Of course, if he really
was seeing other women,

coulda' just been a fight
with a jealous husband.

- Repeat after me,
in triplicate,

this--
- This is not my case.

Yeah, I know.

- One more word,

and I shall have to
impose penalties.

Mmm, what kind of penalties?

John, where are you?

What time did they let you go?

- What, in the shop?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Right away.
I'll sort that out.

- I've seen this kind
of thing in films,

but I didn't know it actually
happened.

- No, no no, we're still
going ahead with the party.

Yeah, one sec, Havers!

Barbara, it's John Penellin.

- Ooh, how is he?

- He's fine.

- Tell him to rest.
We can manage.

- John, Mom, Mother
says to tell you--

yeah,
uh-huh.

Alright,

well hopefully we'll see
you later on this evening.

Yes, all the best.

Nancy needs to pick up
something from the shop.

D'ya wanna come?

- Well why do you have to go?

- Wh, John just asked me.

I'll clear it with
Boscowan first.

We'll only be half an hour.

- Thank you.

Uh, Mrs. Cambrey will
be along very soon.

- Sir, um

I don't know how
to put this, um.

You do know, don't you, that
your brother is using heroin?

What makes
you think that?

- Well I'm, I saw him
injecting, last night.

- Nancy, hi.

- Hi.

You all right?

- Yep.

- Do you want anyone
to come up with you?

- No, I'll be fine.

- He's been in and out
of rehab since he was 18.

I thought he'd finally
kicked it.

Not
from what I saw.

- Silly boy's throwing
his life away,

to spite me.

- To spite you?

- It's complicated.

Nancy, what're you doing?

- I need to see how much
debt he's left me in.

- You're in debt?

- He never let me see anything.

He dealt with all the
bills and stuff.

I wasn't allowed to--

28,000 Pounds?

In debt?

- No, in credit.

I don't get it.

Where's all this
money come from?

The Bastard!

I've been working myself
into the grave,

killing myself with worry,

and he's got 28 grand
in his account!

- Where was your husband
yesterday?

- Sorry?

- You said that your dad
didn't know that Mick was back.

Back from where?

- That was a lie.
I rang Dad and told him.

- Back from where, Nancy?

- I, I don't know.

- Why are you lying?

What are you covering up?

Do you think your
dad killed Mick?

- No!

- God.

I really screwed up
this time, didn't I?

- Hey it's OK, come on.

You're not alone.

We all do things we
wish we hadn't.

But the test is to,

face up to it,

to learn from it.

We'll sort this out.

- God, I wish you'd been,
ha.

You should have married
Mum, years ago.

- She wouldn't have me.

Too many ghosts from the past.

But even if she had, Peter,
would it have made a difference?

I mean,

to be perfectly honest,
I was always there.

Perhaps we should think

about starting you
on methadone again.

- I was doing fine, I was OK,

I didn't touch it for
six months, and then.

I don't know.

It all got too much.

Finals.

The whole Oxford thing, and uh,

Sasha, my girlfriend,
well, she said...

Well the truth is she just
handles it better than I do.

- Sasha does heroin?

- You know I hate the stuff.

I mean, it messes with my mind.

I hate what it makes me do, I--

What
it makes you do?

- Like,

last night.

- Last night?

- I got a bit needy
for a hit and, er,

- Do you want to
tell me about it?

- So, this is where you are.

- Oh, messing about on
boats, clears the mind.

And look what I found.

Someone's been using it.

- You should tell the police.

Oh, is it
worth bothering them.

- Ahh!

- I should sell it, really.

Unless you and Tommy want it.

Look, Helen, I just
wanted to say,

if you two decided you wanted
to take over Howenstow,

you know, come down
here and live.

I can move out as
soon as you like.

- Oh, we wouldn't dream of it.

- No.
Really.

I'm just the caretaker here,

and to be honest I'd be
glad to hand over the reins.

He's not comfortable
here, is he?

I saw the relief in
his eyes last night.

Murder.

Something he understands.

Good excuse to get
out of my way.

He was positively chirpy
this morning.

- I'm sure he doesn't feel--
- Yes, he does.

He still finds it hard even
being in the same room with me.

Look after him.

- The bathroom arrangement
in this house

are borderline Neolithic.

These are yummy.

- What are?

- Nanrunnel chocolates.

I wasn't supposed to
find them, was I?

So, who did you buy them for?

- I hate these things.

- You're the one that
wanted a big family do.

- Only because you said
that otherwise--

- Oh Tommy,

I'd be happy with a cup
tea and a boiled egg.

I don't care about
engagement parties.

I don't give a toss about
wedding arrangements.

I just want to marry you.

- Well what are we
doing all this for?

Why not just get married
on a beach somewhere?

- OK!

OK!

But if we do do that,

you have to speak
to your mother.

Look at you.

- Look at you.

- Leave him, leave him.

- I'll have one of those.

- Mmm!

- How did finals go?

- Don't know.
I wasn't there.

Oh come on,

you did all that stuff,
rowing blues, stud firsts.

Why should I waste my time
repeating your triumphs?

- Don't be so silly!

- Yeah, well, don't
talk to me like I'm six.

- Does Mother know
you've quit Oxford?

- Not yet.

Does she
know you're using again?

- Oh here it comes,

here comes the concerned
brother lecture.

- Well I am concerned, actually.

- Yeah?

When did we last speak?

Was I shaving then?

- OK look, so I'm busy,

but I am on the end of
a phone, you know.

If you're in trouble,
Peter, you can come to me.

You know that.
Always.

- And get the third degree?
Great!

Alright,
one question.

- Here we go.

- The heroin you were
injecting last night,

was that the same stuff
I saw at the mill?

- And what were you doing
down the mill, anyway?

Reliving your precious
moment of angst?

- Do you realize Mother
thinks you're clean!

Have you any idea what
this is gonna do to her?

- Oh, like you care!

If this place went up
in flames tomorrow

with me and Mum in it,

you'd be jumping up and
down with relief.

- OK, so maybe I haven't
been in the frame--

- No, you haven't!

So, piss off back
to London, Tommy,

and just leave me alone.

Peter!

- Sorry, Mum, we
were just, um...

- Go and get changed.

A policewoman?

Yes.

With
eyes like that?

No.

See I had
you down as a TV presenter.

You can't possibly
be a policewoman.

Yes, she's--

Yes,
it's an article of faith.

- Your policewomen,
thick ankles, hairy arms.

You just ruined one of
my favorite prejudices.

That's
a very elderly--

- For goodness sake,
stop sulking.

On the
toes, rod-hip replacement.

- You invited the good
doctor of Nanrunnel

to a family party!

- He's a family friend!

Well it must
have been difficult,

startin' a business
from scratch.

- No no, it was a struggling
little chemical company

before I bought it.

- You two must vaguely
be in the same field.

Have you been properly
introduced?

This is Dr. Trenarrow.

- How do you do?

- Justin Brooke.

Praxis Pharmaceuticals.

- Oh, really?

- Medical research.

- Interesting.

Oh, do you know it?

- Of it.

So, you've just come
back from Chechnya, yes?

Another
glass of this.

- Yes, yes I have.

- Mmm, this is very drinkable.

Know what year it is?

- Um, no, sorry.

- Thank you.

- Look, what I want,

I'd really like to be a
conceptual artist.

I've got this, this great idea.

I'm calling it, Wardrobe.

It's, it's basically a very
personal piece about me.

Very bleak.
Quite empty.

- Sid, you not hungry?

- No, 'course, absolutely
delicious, but I'm full.

- Too many Nanrunnel chocs.

Which, guess what, my
boyfriend just bought.

How lovely.

God knows when.
For some other woman.

- I know where he got 'em.

He bought them.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

It's fine.

There you go, you
can't see nothing.

Thank you.

- Speech!

Speeches later.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

a toast to the happy couple.

To the lovely Helen, the face
that launched a thousand--

Sit down Peter.

- Et cetera, et cetera.

And to my esteemed
elder brother,

Eton, Oxford, currently
wowing them at the Met.

My thoroughly upright, not
to say uptight, brother.

That's
enough, Peter.

- Who walked out on us
when I was knee-high to,

now what would I be knee-high
to when I was seven?

Is
this necessary?

- Anyway, my point is,
ladies and gentleman

that my father had just died

and I was a very sad little boy.

Very sad, and my brother here...

Well, who cares?
He didn't.

And there was always the
checkbook, wasn't there.

To my brother,

the selfish, self-obsessed,
sanctimonious--

- Thank you, Peter.

Thank you.

- Yes, good idea.

Yes.

- Shall we all raise
our glasses?

Tommy and Helen.

Tommy and Helen!

- To a long, happy and
wonderful marriage.

Hear, hear!
Tommy and Helen!

Luck to them.

- Thank you, Roderick!

- You should be really
grateful to him.

You think I could manage this
place without his support?

God forbid you should give
up your career to do it!

- Thank you.

Would you, um,

Would you excuse me?

Of course.

What's happening?

- It's all right, Tommy.

It doesn't matter.

- Are you arresting him?

- No choice, we just
got the lab results,

prints, fibers, skin samples.

It's pretty conclusive.

- Wha I, I don't care what the
evidence is, he didn't do it.

- And I wanna be happy
to prove that,

that means if you'll just
let me get on with it.

- Ah, there you are!

Everybody's looking for you.

- Those chocolates.

- Yes, I knew you'd
pick up on that.

They're probably all packed for
the tourist trade, you know.

Probably all made in Birmingham.

And the only place you can
get Nanrunnel chocolates

is Nanrunnel.

- I can be even more
specific than that.

- The gift shop.

- The question is when?

- Last night.

I ran out of fags,

so I went down to the village
and found this little shop.

- Was Cambrey there?

- Yes, but...

- Alone?

- But,

he didn't sell fags,

so I felt obliged
to buy something.

- Look, help me out here.

What time exactly?

Nine-ish?

- Did you see John Penellin?

- Look.

OK, I should have told
the police this,

but the reason I didn't--

You saw'r him?

No, he'd already gone
before I got there.

How d'you know?

- Well Mick Cambrey told me,
said he'd just thrown him out.

- I'm going to ring Boscowan.

- No, no,
don't.

Hang on.

- Oh, uh uh, sorry.

- No, no, no.

Come in.
Close the door.

Well go on.

- The reason I didn't
say anything,

I wasn't the only one there.

Who else?

Peter.

- Peter?

He came in to pick something up.

From the state of him,
I'd say it was smack.

He said someone had left
something there for him.

- And then what happened?

- I don't know.

I went to the pub.

But my point is,

the reason why I didn't
want to say anything until

tonight was over,

was that after I left, Peter

was still there,

in the shop.

- Has Tommy been through here?

- Not that I noticed.

- Hey look, I just
want to apologize

about what happened in there.

I made a complete
fool of myself.

And if I said anything
offensive or--

- Don't worry about it.

I know what you want.

Hmmph.

That'll make it a
whole lot better.

You have
to tell Boscowan.

- I can't.

- You have to.

Oh yeah, do you know
what you're asking me to do?

- Yes, sir.

- Clear an innocent man
who's your friend.

- And put my brother

in the frame for murder
at the same time?

- Then let me do it.

I'll talk to Boscowan.

- No!

Give me time, Havers.

Let me think.

- Peter?

Peter?

Peter!

- Oh, my God.

It's Justin, isn't it?

- Stay there, Sidney!

Stay there.

Alright, tie it off.

I said
keep it comin'.

There we are.

- Looks like he missed his
footing in the dark and fell.

- An accident?

Sir.

- Excuse me.

- Do you think it
was an accident?

- Not my case.

- Do you?

Sir, if Peter knew
Brooke had spoken to you

and Brooke was the one person

linking him to Mick
Cambrey's murder--

- Oh, so Peter killed
Cambrey and now Brooke?

- Well all evidence is
pointing that way, sir.

He could have panicked and ran.

This is all my fault.

If I'd been around when
Peter was younger,

he never would have
got into drugs.

- With respect, sir,
that's rubbish.

- With respect, Sergeant,

what the hell do you
know about it?

You know nothing about us.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

- Have you spoken
to Boscowan yet?

We'll, do it now, 'cause
if you don't, I will.

- Give me till mid-day, OK?

- Give me one good reason
why should I?

- Because I want to be 100%
certain that he's guilty

before I shop him.

At least let me find him.

- We've searched the
grounds, the out-buildings.

No sign of either of them.

He really might have OD'd.

Have they got a car?
- No.

- No, they came by train.

- What, then they'd have to
get a taxi to get anywhere,

or, unless they hitched.

- What about the boat?

He can'ta taken it.

He wouldn't be that stupid.

Well it's not here.

- Helen, he can't sail!

He's a useless sailor.

- OK, OK!

- I should think that
girl, whats her name?

Sasha, I think she's
even more useless.

- Well your mother said

someone's been using
the boat recently.

So?

So, suppose
Peter's on the boat,

but someone else is sailing it.

- Sir!

Come here and have
a look at this.

- That's Mark Penellin's.

Helen, would you call
the coastguard,

see if they can spot the boat?

Havers, come with me.

- Someone to see you, John.

- Where do I begin?

- How much do you know?

- I know your son's
running drugs.

- I begged him to stop it.

I pleaded with him.

- Was Peter involved?

- Tommy, I hope not.

I pray not.

- So, Mark takes
my mother's boat.

Where?

The Scillies?

Picks up wha, a kilo of heroin,

cuts it and bags it at the mill?

- Where does Mick
Cambrey come in?

- I swear I don't know.

- Because he does, doesn't
he, somewhere.

And you're prepared to
stand trial for his murder?

- If I have to.

- You don't have to.

You didn't do it!

- We know that Cambrey was
alive when you left the shop.

- The two-timing, flash
waste of space!

I hit him.

And I'm not apologizing for it.

- But you didn't kill him.

- I could have done.
Easily.

- But you didn't!

He threw you out.

Oh, John, this is crazy!

If you don't tell the truth

you're gonna end up
serving a life sentence.

- Rather that than see my
son banged up for 10 year.

- Which is what he deserves!

Don't be so damned stubborn!

Tell Boscowan the truth.

- You tell him.

Don't ask me to inform
on my son.

I won't do it, Tommy.

- So, you're not taking
your own advice, then?

- What advice?

- You're bullying Mr. Penellin
to shop his son, but you,

you still haven't told Boscowan
about your brother yet,

'ave you?

So what, what it's
different for you?

- Yes, it's different for me!

Yes?

Where?

Thank you.

Coastguard.
They spotted the boat.

Here he comes.

Where's Peter?

How the hell
should I know?

- Is he on the boat?

No.
- So, where is he?

- Don't ask me!

I'm not your brother's keeper.
Thank God!

- You arrogant--

- Though I'd have made a
better job of it than you have.

Sick sod, you want--
- Sir, sir!

- I could have you for assault.

I'll take that.

No, you won't.

You can
either hand it over to us,

or wait for the Drug Squad.

They're on their way.

- Don't you just hate
people like him?

Everything served up
to him on a plate.

And you and me, nothing.

- Is Mick Cambrey
in this with you?

Is that where he got money from?

Eh?

What's this?

- Just a little errand
I do for a friend.

In my mother's boat?

Is this a
heroin derivative, or what?

- Hey look, I just pick up
the case and deliver it.

To whom?

- No one you'd know.

- Give me a name.

- You want a name?

Tina.

- Tina what?

- Find out yourself.

- Hello?

Peter!
Where are you?

- Tommy,

something terrible's happened.

- What?

Stay
right where you are, sir.

- I can't.

- Trenarrow here.

Yes, he's with me.

See how the hands are clenched?

Strychnine!

Though I believe

she thought she was
injecting heroin.

- The stuff she was using was
adulterated with strychnine?

- Yes.

You're saying
she was murdered?

- I'm absolutely certain
she was murdered.

- Where's Peter?

Has anyone called the police?

- One of the nurses called them.

- He came here?
To you?

- If I'd known you
were so concerned.

- Why here?

- He always comes to me.

He always has,

whenever he's in trouble.

- Peter.

Hi.
It's OK, it's OK.

We'll sort it out.

I, I, I need to know some facts.

Your friend, Sasha,

where did she get
the heroin from?

- I gave it to her.

- You did?

- I didn't want it.

- I've put him on
methadone again.

You're going to kick it
this time, aren't you Peter?

- But Sashar' is...

wasn't ready for it yet, so
I gave the heroin to her.

- Wh, who, who, who
gave it to you?

Justin Brooke
gave it to me.

- Brooke?

- Did anyone see him
give it to you?

- No.

- Do you keep strychnine
on premises?

- Yes, but strictly
under lock and key.

He couldn't have had access--

- I didn't take anything!

I didn't kill her!

I loved her.

- What about Mick Cambrey?

Mick?

Wh, was Mick involved in
the drug-smuggling business?

- What drug-smuggling business?

- Peter,

did you kill Mick?

- What?
What you think I killed him?

- Oh this is absurd!

Peter couldn't kill anyone!

- Heh, Just tell your
brother what happened.

- I went to pick up some skag
which Mark had left for me.

And I'd already given
him the money,

but Cambrey wanted more, so,

it got a bit nasty.

But I swear, Tommy, he
was fine when I left him.

He was fine!

- I'll do everything I can.

- I didn't kill anyone.

Please, don't let
them arrest me.

I didn't do anything.

- Peter Lynley?

I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Sasha Nifford.

- Peter, I'm sorry.

You've gotta go with him.

- 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 will
be used in evidence.

Murder?

They haven't
charged him yet, but--

- He didn't do it, did he?

- The thing is I don't
know if we can prove it.

- You will.

- It's not just Sasha.

He's also in the frame
for killing Mick Cambrey.

- B, bu, why on earth?

- It was a drug thing,
they had a row.

How could you let him
get into this state?

- How could I?

Do you think I haven't tried

every last thing to
get him off heroin?

The whole drug scene,
he just drifted into it.

Wha, didn't you notice
what was happening?

Where were you?

- Right here.
Where were you?

And you know what?

I'm getting a bit sick of you
blaming me for everything!

Because I'm quite capable
of blaming myself!

- All I'm saying--

- Tommy, I cannot be perfect.

- No one's asking
you to be perfect.

But that's what you
want, the perfect mother!

No faults, no weaknesses,
no life of my own.

Well, I'm sorry, I can't do it!

I am human!

Oh OK, fine!
Off you go!

Yeh, spoilt little boy
stamping off in tears.

- You cheated on Dad.

- I loved your father
till the day he died,

but I needed comfort and support

and I still do, and
Roddy gives me that.

Darling,

if I could change the
past for you, I would.

But I can't!

- I've been very childish,
haven't I?

I have, haven't I?

Helen thinks that I've
stopped you from marrying him.

Is that true?
Have I done that?

- No.

- Next time he asks,
just say yes.

- Hi, uh, can I talk to
you for a minute, please?

- I'm just off,

to see Justin's parents.

Oh,

can you give this to Tommy?

- Sure.

Wah, I just wanted to ask,
if Justin had ever met Peter?

Before this
weekend you mean?

No.

- Um, because...

- I don't think it
was an accident.

Sorry?

- I don't think he did
just miss his footing.

I think he killed himself.

- Why, wh?

- Because his company
was going under and,

he had this tough
meeting on Monday morning

and he was going to
lose everything.

And he couldn't face it.

And the one thing he was
counting on to save him,

this anti-cancer drug.
The big breakthrough.

It was going to make Praxis
Pharmaceuticals a major player

and then NIC banned it.

- Why?

- Side effects.

5% chance of liver damage.

But, God,

if you're dying of cancer,

that's an acceptable
risk, don't you think?

- Um, this drug,
what's it called?

- Oncozyme.

- So, I was thinking that
that case of ampoules

that we found on Mark Penellin--

- It has some kind of
connection with this,

um, what did you call it?

- Yeah, Oncozyme.
- Right.

We need to get back to
the beginning, Havers.

- Well where is the beginning?

- Cambrey.
He's the key.

- Sir, look at this.

Here, and again, there.

- Why do you need to
see these again?

- Where's all this money
coming from, Nancy?

I told you,
I don't know.

- Did you know that
your husband was paying

over 1,000 a month?

- He didn't earn 1,000 a month.

- To a property company
in Newquay?

- Ring them.

Nancy.

Yeah, uh,
good afternoon, umm,

I'm ringing about a client of
yours, Mr. Michael Cambrey.

- Did you know Mark
was running drugs?

Yes.

- Was your husband
involved in that?

- No.

- Who killed him?

- I don't know.

That's your
standard answer for everything

isn't it?

You don't seem to know anything.

- OK, thanks.

Right, I've got an address.

Um, oh the rent was
paid by Michael Cambrey,

but the tenant was a,

a Miss Tina Cogan.

- Oh, God!

- She's in and out.

Some kind of sales
person, I believe.

- But there is a young man
that comes to see her a lot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This is Cambrey's love nest.

Hello?

No, I'm afraid there's nobody
in the office at the moment.

Ah, can I take your name and
someone will get back to you.

Thank you.

- You change your name to Tracy,

and you could do that
for a living.

- A Mr. Perriam.

He ordered something called
Hope on the internet.

- Hope?

- And it hasn't been delivered.

There's a list of names here.

- A client list?

- Dunno.
Perriam, Perriam.

Here we are, Perriam.

I'm gonna ring some
of these names.

- Alright, I'll check upstairs.

- This is Amos,

I'm conducting a customer
satisfaction survey.

I was wondering if you
bought anything recently

on the internet?

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

- Uh, she's a tall girl!

- I'm conducting a customer
satisfaction survey.

I was wondering if you've
had any dealings recently

with a company called
Finding Hope?

You have?

Ah, er, wha, in strictest
confidence,

can I ask what it was that
you bought from the company?

Thank you for your help.
Thank you.

All cancer patients, or
carers of cancer patients.

And all have recently
bought a drug

from a company called
Finding Hope.

The interesting thing

is they're all getting better.

- Ah, look what I found.

- All paths lead to Oncozyme.

- So Mark Penellin brings
it in, from wherever,

and, and Tina sells it.

- But how does that tie
in with, uh, Mick Cambrey?

- Can I just show you these?

- Shoes?

- Yeah, but,

well, I guess a size ten.

- Hup, they won't let
me see him yet.

- I know, I know.

- But he can't have
done it, can he?

- No, of course not.

- Tommy thinks they might
not be able to prove it.

- Don't worry.

Everything will be all
right, I promise you.

- How do you know?

- Because,

well, Peter couldn't
harm anyone.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I can't stay.

- What?

- I was just thinking
how much I loved you.

- This case,

have you ever seen
one like it before?

- No.

- Who is Tina, Nancy?

- You know, don't you?

They told him he couldn't
start the hormone treatments

until he'd lived as a
woman for six months.

I mean, if he wanted to
wear dresses in private,

that was his problem.
But openly?

In Nanrunnel?

- So you said no?

- Everybody laughing at us!

My husband mincing about
in skirts and high heels!

Over my dead body, I said.

I said to him: "God made
you a man, Mick!

"End of story!"

- And you had no idea
about the place in Newquay?

- I didn't even know he
could afford the rent!

- About the money in the bank?

- I honestly, I don't
know where it came from.

It was for the operation,
I guess.

I did everything I could
think of to stop it.

I loved him,

so much!

I didn't want him to be Tina!
I wanted Mick!

He's all
I've ever wanted!

Imagine it.

Loving someone, and then they,

they turn around and
want to be someone else.

- So, Mark Penellin delivers
the Oncozyme to Tina Cogan.

- AKA Mick Cambrey.

- Who sells it to cancer
patients on the internet.

- Yeah sick, making money
out o' people suffering.

- Well you can't say that,

because everyone I spoke
to was getting better.

- Oh, I forgot, Sidney
gave me this for you.

- Oh, it's probably the
photograph from the shop.

Take a boat?

That's a good idea.

Sir, should
we just check through

what happened that night?

As far as we know?

- Yeah, OK.

Uh, Who went in there first?

- John Penellin.

- So he did.

So he goes in, had a dah dah,

has a fight with his son-in-law.

Gets physical.

- Yeah and Mick throws him out.

- And then Peter went
in to get his heroin.

- N, No, um, Brooke
went in before that.

- Why?

What was Brooke doing there?

- Um buying cigarettes, he said.

How much did Brooke know?

Maybe he'd
just discovered

that Cambrey was selling the
Oncozyme on the internet.

Yeah, and making
himself a massive profit.

- Would that be enough
to kill him?

- Maybe.
But when, eh?

Brooke left the shop before
Cambrey was murdered.

Peter saw him go.

- OK, but maybe he waited
outside until Peter left

and then he went back in.

Still doesn't answer the
question, who killed Brooke?

- Sir,

look at this.

- Tommy.

I've been expecting you.

- I need you to clear
something up for me.

- Oh, yes.

How careless of me.

My angina pills.

Here they are.

And here, I've put them
back in my pocket,

before anyone could notice.

I must have dropped
them when I killed him.

- I'm sorry?

- I would do anything to
save my patients, Tommy.

Anything.

- This is all about
Oncozyme, isn't it?

- Yes, this has everything to
do with Oncozyme, Miss Havers.

Do you know what Oncozyme is?

It's an exceptionally
potent drug.

The benefits are immediate.

The chance of remission
increases exponentially.

- And you're testing
it here, illegally?

- Yes.

- It is an unlicensed drug!

- I don't care if it
has a license or not.

It saves people's lives.

Brooke was convinced

that my results here would
get further trials authorized,

so he saved his company,

while I saved my patients.

- And Mick Cambrey,
Tina,

was your go-between.

He delivered it to you.

- Yes.

Things went very well
to begin with.

People got better.

And then suddenly,

my patients started dying again.

I couldn't understand why.

So I had my current
batch analyzed.

- And?

- Saline solution.

I've been injecting
my patients with

salt water.

Cambrey had been selling
Oncozyme on the internet

to terminally ill people for

vast amounts of money.

- Oh, God.

- He was a disgusting
human being.

Even so, I,

I didn't mean to kill him.

- You killed...

You're just sayin' this
to get Peter off the hook

aren't you?

I know you love him.
You don't have to do this.

- When I went to see him,

I wanted to tell him that
I knew what he was doing.

- I'd lost a patient that
afternoon, a young boy.

Liver cancer.

He just laughed.

"So what?" he said.

Said "They were all going
to die anyway!"

He laughed.

He kept on laughing,
so I hit him.

I hit him, and I h, I wanted
to wipe that look off his face.

I kept on hitting him until

he stopped moving.

And then you
made it look like a robbery.

- Yes.

- And Brooke?
- Heh.

Brooke lost his footing
and fell.

- No, he didn't, Tommy.

I pushed him.

I had to, you see,
because

Brooke was concerned

that Peter had heard too
much in the shop.

Said he was bound to talk.

And of course,

it would ruin him.

hurt Peter.

So I killed him.

- Because,

Brooke had already given
the spiked heroin to Peter.

Yes.

- And Peter passed
it on to Sasha.

- Precisely.

Well,

I'm not really very
good at this, am I?

So I suppose I should be
rather worried if I was.

I've written it all
down.

suppose you have
to arrest me now.

- I'm afraid so.

- Well, you must be rather
enjoying this, Tommy.

- No.

- After all this time,
my downfall.

- If Oncozyme had
been available,

when my father was alive,

would you have given it to him

- Oh, yes, yes.
Most certainly.

I do hope you believe
that, Tommy.

- I do.
I do.

- Thank you.

- Oh, oh, my mother!

very hard for her.

Look do you think you could
just give me a few moments to,

to finish things here?

- Yes, of course.

- Sir, uh, I don't think--

- A few moments, that's
all I need.

- We'll wait outside.

- You right, sir?

- I'm fine.
Fine.

What
am I going to do, Havers?

- You have to ring Boscowan.

- Yeah, I know.

Everything he's done,

he has done for the
right reasons,

save his patients,
to save Peter.

He loves--

- Yeah, and this

puts Peter in the clear.

You know what, Havers,

I've spent half my life
hating that man.

- I'll ring Boscowan.

Yep, uh, DI Boscowan, please.

Sir!

- Hup!

Strychnine.

How do
I do it, Havers?

How do I tell my mother?

- No!