All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S01E03 - The Scapegoat

- Is that him?

Hey, he's here!

- This is the holy flame

which shall consume
our wickedness

and purge our people of evil

for the year to come.

Burn, burn,
burn, burn,

burn, burn, burn,

burn, burn, burn,

burn, burn, burn,

burn, burn, burn.

- And the name of the missing
man is Jonathan Riddle.

Building contractor and
local undertaker.

Now, he was last seen
by his family

a week ago Friday evening,
about 7:30,

when he went back
to his works yard.

But his wife reported him
missing Sunday evening.

The local knowledge would
seen to suggest

this more than a missed
person inquiry.

- Detective Superintendent
Wycliffe.

- Your team's over the
Sunday school, sir.

With Sergeant Luff.

- You found some clothes?

- Found Monday afternoon, sir.

Out by the Gardiners' farm.

There's a barn there.

Kids turned them up playing.

Mrs. Riddle identified
them as what her husband

was last seen wearing.

- Personal effects?

- Just a wallet.

30 quid in it still.

Looks to be blood on the collar
of the shirt, doesn't it?

Do you reckon he was.

- If he was planning
on going missing,

I doubt he'd do it naked.

,
will you Constable?

- Luff, sir.

Eva Luff.

- Anyone spring to mind who
might've had it in for him?

- Not as you mean, sir.

A bit of bad blood between
him and a local farmer,

Ephraim Gardiner.

- About what?

- Gardiner's daughter, Asenath,

had a kiddie about
six months back.

No father, see?

None as would give it
a name, least ways.

Eph got it into his head
that Riddle was responsible.

- Why?

- She used to work at
Riddle's yard, ma'am.

I know it's a bag of nonsense,

but he hasn't been right
since he lost his missus.

Not that he'd do anything, mind.

Bark's worse that his
bite with Ephraim.

- Anyone else?

- Nah, not really, ma'am.

- What's all this about a wheel?

- The wheel?

That's just folk getting
daft ideas in their heads.

- This is Detective
Superintendent Wycliffe,
Sergeant.

- What sort of daft ideas?

- Scapegoat ceremony.

Every year, come
midsummer's eve,

the village builds
a damn great wheel.

And they put an effigy
inside it.

- An effing what?

- Thank you, Potter.

- He's a scapegoat, see?

A bit like a Guy Fawkes,
mask, all that.

Spirit of evil, what have you.

And to bring the village good
luck in the next 12 month,

they set fire to it and roll
it down off the headland

into the sea, sort of thing.

- What's that got
to do with Riddle?

- One of the young girls
at the ceremony,

drunk like as not,

felt that as the wheel
went bowling down

towards to edge of the cliff

that the mask fell away,

and it was Riddle inside.

- Sorry, sir.

- You had words with
your husband

that Friday evening,
Mrs. Riddle?

What was all that about?

- Just... nothing, I suppose.

- Weren't nothing at all, Sarah.

You didn't want him
to go back to work.

She didn't want him
to go back to work.

That's what it was
over, nevermind nothing.

John always went back the
yard Fridays after tea.

Way she let off at him.

- You didn't think it
odd, his not returning?

- He went off in a mood.

- Can you blame him?

He worked bloody hard
for you and Matthew,

and all you could do
was go on at him.

- Oh shut up, shut up, shut up,

you wouldn't understand it.

It's my husband.
- My son.

- I'll put you in a home.

- This is my home, girl.

Long before you ever came here.

So don't you go talking
to me about no home.

- I'm sorry.

In front of the
Superintendent, mother, really?

What will he think of us?

- Had he stayed away before?

- Well, the odd night.

He liked to drink.

Likes, I mean he likes to drink.

- And on the Saturday,

you weren't worried
when he didn't turn up?

- I reckoned maybe he was after

teaching me a lesson,
staying away.

It was the weekend.

- Yes.

- I said to Matthew, I said,

"Your father's having a
game of me," and we laughed.

No, I...

I thought he might have
gone to Veryan,

we've got a friend out that
way from National Service.

Drinking partner, you know.

Do you think...

He's dead?

- Oh, mother.

- Why do you say that,
Mrs. Riddle?

- I know my son.

He's never stopped away from
home for any length of time.

He'd have been to work
Monday, if he was able.

- Do you think my husband's
dead, Superintendent?

- We're keeping an
open mind, but,

finding his clothes, obviously,

we can't rule out the
possibility of foul play.

- Murder, you mean.

- Friday before last,
he withdrew 1,250 pounds

from his account.

Karen, turn that round a bit.

That's it.

- Was that cash?
- Yeah.

- That's a lot of money
for a small branch

to be carrying, isn't it?

- Mr. Riddle pays his
men in cash each week.

Normally withdraws 1,000,
but that Friday

he took out the extra 250.

- Any idea what for?

- None at all.

We don't pry, inspector.

- Well, we do.

In fact, we make something
of a virtue out of it.

- I saw him last when
I knocked off Friday.

About five, I said,
"Bye then, Mr. Riddle,"

and he said, "See you
Monday, Melanie,"

and I said, "No, I'd
see him Saturday."

At the scapegoating.

Oh, morning, sir.

- Good morning.

- A build-in or a?

- No, no.
- Oh, bereavement then, is it?

- This is Detective
Superintendent Wycliffe.

- Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

- I'm looking for
Matthew Riddle.

- Mr. Matthew's in
the Chapel of Rest

with Mrs. Pangellen.

- Thank you.

Mr. Riddle?

- Could you close
the door, please?

Relatives, see.
- Yes, yes of course.

- You shouldn't be in here
at all, really, by right.

- I'm not a customer.

Detective Superintendent
Wycliffe.

- Police.

Oh no, better not shake, eh?

So, looking for dad, is it?

- Yes, yes.

- I tell you, I've been
so worried over him.

I don't how I've been
working, that's a fact.

My heart's just not in it today.

- It's concerning the
disappearance of Mr. Jonathan
Riddle.

- No, he's respected,
like death.

We all get an appointment
with him sooner or later.

He's not what you'd call
a popular man, was he?

Had a bust-up with him
yourself, didn't you Sid?

- Johnny Riddle, what,
that old basket?

- Sid Passmore, general tinker,

cars and so forth.

Runs a burger place
up Frontier City.

Was both chased in the same
field, eh, Sid, you and Johnny?

- Crafty old booger went
and gazumped me.

Buried the
hatchet now, though?

- Oh yes, life's too
short for grudges.

- Want to tell that to Ephraim?

- Can you think of any reason

your father might
want to disappear?

No money worries?

Everything all right
with the business?

Mr. Riddle?

- Business is fine.

You all right, my love?

- I gave it to him
when he come back

from Mr. Jope's funeral.

He come out his office and
slung it straight in the bin.

- What is it?

- Mr. Riddle got a package
Friday, sir.

- About eight-ish Friday night,

some old boy saw Riddle
heading out of town

towards West Head Point.

- On foot?
- Yeah.

He set from Ephraim
Gardiner's farm.

According to your
witness, anyway.

- Yeah, that's right sir.

- Gardiner's.

That's where his clothes
were found.

- Bloke's a complete
nutter apparently.

Fancies himself as a druid.

- Isn't he a farmer?
- Yeah

- A touch of the weekend
warlocks rode in.

He's the guy that organizes
this scapegoat thing.

- Have a word.

See if Riddle came by
his place Friday night.

- Sir.

The wheel's been spotted.

- How was the scapegoat
attached to the wheel?

- Tied, sir, hands and feet.

- With what?
- Sash.

He was done up quite
tight, I believe.

Who made it?

Ephraim Gardiner.

- Mr. Gardiner?

Mr. Gardiner?

- I'm Mr. Gardiner.

Who might you be?

- Dad?
- Mind your business, Asenath.

- What you doing?
- He was in the house.

- Police officer, miss.

- Says you, off my land!

- You sent a package
to Riddle's yard.

Sheep's heart,

a tarot card,

tower struck down.

- You prove it.

- Do you think Riddle is the
father of Asenath's baby?

- The parentage of my
grandson is no concern

of the police, all right?

Did Riddle
come round to your house

that particular Friday
evening, Mr. Gardiner?

- Nope.

You sure about that?

All right, all right.

Let's talk about the wheel.

Now, I understand that you
built the wheel yourself

in one of your sheds.

The shed where Riddle's
clothes were found.

- I've told Sergeant Luff, I
don't know how they got there.

- Hmm.

The wheel was in there til when?

- Saturday afternoon,
eve of the festival.

- Would it have been
possible for someone to

get into your shed Friday night,

remove the scapegoat,

and substitute a body dressed
in the scapegoat's clothes?

- You don't want to
listen to no gossip.

People around here,
make up any old rubbish.

Could
it have happened?

- It could have, but it didn't.

- Now the legend says
it's bad luck

if the scapegoat washes up,

that's right isn't it?

- The sea cleanses
us of our sin.

- But so far the scapegoat's
never been

washed back up, has it?

- It's bound tightly.

- Interesting bindings.

Sash plaited with
slow-burning fuse.

That's why the scapegoat
never came back, Mr. Gardiner.

- Not yet, it hasn't, no.

But this year.

I had a dream.

The scapegoat was

reaching up to me
from the depths.

Pulling me down.

His mouth was full
of blood, and,

he kissed me and,

I couldn't breathe.

You mark my words, Mr. Wycliffe,

this year, he's coming back.

- I'm very sorry, Mrs. Riddle.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't expect it.

It's just, my dad, see.

- That's all right.

Mr. Riddle,

there's a possibility
your father

may not have taken his own life.

In which case.

- He was killed?

- He could've been murdered.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask you

where you were that
Friday night.

- I went to Penzance,
to the pictures.

- Alone?

What time did you get back home?

- It was late.

Well, the car had parked
up on the way back.

I went by Sid Passmore's
about 11:30.

He'd just come back
from Frontier City,

so that was a bit of luck,

'cause he come back with
me and got her started.

- What was the matter?

- Crap in the carb.

That's what Sid said.

I said to him, I said,
"I haven't got to do that

"every time I drive her, do I?

"Crap in the carb regularly?"

He went up laughing.

- Yeah Matthew come by
about 11, 11:30, I reckon.

Poor fella.

His motor was bang jinxed
halfway between here and
Penzance.

- And you went back with him?

- Yeah, that's right love.

Took me a bloody ease
to get it going.

Car was mucked up with
God knows what.

Finally got her shifted
about two.

- Did you see anybody
about on the way back?

- To be honest, it was all I
could do to keep my eyes open.

Good Lord himself could've gone

by on a skateboard
singing Hallelujah,

and I doubt if I'd
have seen him.

- Well, him being thrown
against the rocks

hasn't done us any favors.

He's nothing but a
collection of lacerations,

contusions, fractures,
five or six deep

traumatic injuries to the skull,

lungs and airways water-logged.

- How long would he
have been in the water?

- Six or seven days
at least, I'd say.

- Was he alive when he went in?

- Well, if it's sea
water in his lungs,

then yes, he was.

- Was it?

- Well, I don't know yet.

I won't know til the
lab are done with their

sodium chloride test, that'll
take a couple of days.

- Any burns, wrists or ankles?

- No, no no.

The way things stand
at the moment,

he could either have been
pushed off the top of the cliff,

or walked into the sea
of his own accord.

- Is there anything else?

- I have stomach contents.

- Well yeah, if you must.

- Meal of ham and tomatoes,

well on their way
to being digested.

He's also consumed
several sherry's

and a large amount
of nuts, raisins,

and I think, Turkish delight.

- It was Matthew who
signed the delivery note?

- Yes sir, we checked
with the girl.

It's his job to order the goods

and sign for them on delivery.

- There's one here
dated the 14th.

The supplies invoiced Riddle
one WC suite in Green,

and one stainless steel worktop.

Neither of which appears on the
corresponding delivery note,

yet Matthew signed
it all correct.

- So he's been robbing
his father blind.

Over-ordering the girl and
then selling off the surplus.

- I was paying him back.

Something each week
out of my wages.

- How long had it been going on?

- About 12 months.

- How much did you make?

- A few thousand.

- What did you do with it?

- I spent it.
- All of it?

- I'm partial to
a game of cards.

I meant to tell you, I
should've, I know, but.

With what's happened, I got
enough trouble without all that.

- Hello.

- I've been admiring the house.

- Oh yes?

- Yeah, I was wondering

how it came to be built here.

- I'm sorry?

- Detective Superintendent
Wycliffe.

I'm with the.
- Oh yes, yes.

- I was on my way to
the Gardiners' actually.

Saw the house, Mrs?
- Miss Penrose.

Mariah Penrose.

I'm teacher at our
little school here.

- Lovely view.
- Yes.

- Live here alone, Miss Penrose?

- No, with my father.

He's home, but he wouldn't
have come to the door.

- Why's that?

- He's crippled with arthritis.

That's why the house
is where it is.

Why we're where we are.

The council acquired
it way back,

it was for the man who looked
after the sewage outfall.

He had to be here
to open the sluice

whenever the tide was right.

That was my father's job.

- So who does the sluices now?

- Oh, they built a new outfall
the other side of town.

We stayed here.

Come in.

- The thing is, Miss Penrose,

we're conducting an inquiry.

- Oh yes, the undertaker,
I know.

- We think he might have
passed this way Friday evening,

perhaps on his way
to the Gardiners'.

- Well, if that's where
he was going,

he'd have come by here.

- You didn't see him then?
- No.

Or your father?

- Dad's window faces the sea.

- Oh yes, of course, yes.

Right.

Well, I won't waste any
more of your time.

- How long are you here?

- For a while, I expect.

- Well, if you're
by this way again,

you're welcome to pop
in for a drink.

- I'll bet I might, thank you.

- Dad's out.

- It's you I want to see.

- Oh yeah?

Come in.
- Thank you.

Why have you been covering
up for Matthew Riddle?

- Don't know what you're
talking about.

- When did you tell him
you were pregnant?

About a year ago, is it?

Around the time he started
stealing from his father.

- What, Matthew stealing?

- How much did he give to you?

If you don't tell me, he will.

- You have to tell my dad.

- Tell him what?

- Well, that he's.

- Hang on a minute,
Miss Gardiner.

What sort of people
do you think we are?

Everything you tell me is held
in the strictest confidence.

Information which is
only of a personal nature

is no concern of mine.

- Well if dad knew about
Matthew, he'd want me to marry
him.

- Would that be such
a bad thing?

- God, I wouldn't marry Matthew

if he were the last
man on Earth.

I had a off with him,
that's different.

- Of course, yes.

- Yeah, well not that
he'd have me.

Afraid his dad might
not approve.

- Did his dad ever come here?

- Never.

Well, if he had done.

Father couldn't stand him.

- And Matthew?

- Happened when dad
went to Brittany.

Nine day excursion, I
was left here alone.

- He came then?
- Yeah.

Three times.

Well, I'd been out with
him once or twice,

you know, Penzance, pictures.

Well with dad away,
that's when it happened.

- You used to work in
Riddle's yard, didn't you?

Did Matthew ever talk
to you about his father?

- Well like what?

- How he got on with his wife.

- He had a woman.

- Matthew told you that?

- No, I worked that
one out for myself.

Maybe I should've been
a detective, eh?

- Why do you think
he had a woman?

- I went back to the
office late one Friday.

Riddle always made a big thing

about working on books
for Friday evening.

Only, he weren't there.

- Well, that's hardly a.

- And the johnnies.

I found his johnnies.

- Yes, here they are.

- How did she find them?

- Well he got caught in
the rain at a funeral,

she took the jacket to
hang it over the radiator,

and they fell out.

But as Asenath said, he don't
need them for his wife, do he?

- You think he had a mistress?

- Let's hope so.

- An affair?

No, no that's impossible.

- Did you and Mr. Riddle
use contraceptives at all?

- I don't believe this.

Mrs. Riddle?

- No.

- Why was that?

- We didn't need to.

We were finished with all that.

- You see, we found some condoms

in your husband's funeral suit.

Have you any idea?

- No!

What are you trying to do to me?

- Well it appears more
than likely, Mrs. Riddle,

that your husband was murdered.

We have to explore every.

- Filth, filth.

I won't hear such filth.

Jonathan wouldn't, he didn't
have to look elsewhere,

he had me, I'd have done.

He didn't have to with that.

- Mrs. Riddle?

- Dirty, filthy, oh, I knew.

Fridays, primping, preening.

Cutting the hairs in his nose.

Oh, I could smell her
on him, sick sick.

Love, you call that love?

Mrs. Riddle.

- Oh, mom.

Mom, what'd you do to her?

She's had
a heart attack.

- I knew she'd not cope,
she's on tablets as it is.

I was taking care of things.

I was being strong, it
was all taken care of.

What was, Matthew?

- With dad, we'd have
been all right.

It's the shock, see?

Was that
what you meant?

- Yeah, of course, what else?

- Your mother was
at home when you

got back that Friday night?

- Yeah, watching TV.

- She'd not been out?

- No, she was in with
my Nan, she'll tell you.

- Your grandmother was tired.

She'd gone to bed early,
about half past eight.

- What are you saying?

- I'm not saying, I'm asking.

Could she have gone out?

- I didn't check her shoes
to see if they were wet.

I just come in and had
a cup of tea as usual.

Had a chat.

- Now you first told
me everyone was in bed

when you came in,
now you tell me

your mother was watching
television.

What program was she watching
at 2:30 in the morning?

- Mr. Wycliffe, this isn't
a very good time for us.

- I'd like you to come
back to the incident room

and answer some more questions.

If you refuse, you'll be
formally cautioned and arrested.

- For what?

- On suspicion of being
an accessory to murder.

- I want a solicitor.

- Sir.
- What is it?

- It's Gardiner.

- Sir?

Left a note, sir,
in the kitchen.

Says he killed Jonathan Riddle.

- Riddle come here
Friday, as I asked him to.

I let him sit down
and then hit him

on the back of the
head with a brick.

I took him down the
Penrose place to the basin

and put him in it, the
sea did the rest.

I am sorry for it, and for what
I have put Asenath through.

I hope she can forgive
me, Ephraim.

- Where was the girl?

- Gone to the village.

Left the kid up here
with Ephraim.

Come back and found him
like he was, poor girl.

- I don't believe a word of it.

- Excuse me, sir.

Franks is through, he'd like
to see you if that's all right.

- Not suicide?

- I sincerely doubt it.

Cuts in the right
direction, left to right,

but it's a single slice.

In a case like this,
you'd expect one or two

tentative slashes before
the real McCoy.

Went straight through
the trachea first time.

Slope's all wrong.

- From the rear?

- Like as not.

Oh, Suckles found something
interesting

about three feet behind him.

Peter, got that sample?

Thank you.

Take a sniff.

- I know that, what is it?

Well, you've
got kids, haven't you?

- Is it milk?

- More precisely, a posset.

Some of the child's
feed regurgitated.

- So you're saying...

Oh dear God, you're saying
Asenath's baby

was set down over there?

Which means what?

His murderer threatens the baby?

Ephraim writes the note,

and the murderer comes
all the way around,

lays the baby down and
cuts the man's throat?

- Well, I leave the
hypotheses to you, Charles.

I'd say it's not an entirely
discreditable scenario.

Oh, by the way, your
friend Riddle.

Sodium chloride test.

Yeah?

- Well, it turned out positive.

Definitely sea water.

- Thanks.

- For the time being, we
let it go out as suicide.

God knows what our man's
capable of otherwise.

If he thinks we've fallen
for it, maybe he'll relax.

I don't want anymore deaths.

- Are we taking any of
this note on board?

- We're not dealing with any
great criminal intellect, Lucy,

the whole thing's a bit
of a king's scramble.

- Bits of it are probably
on the level, though, sir.

Wrap a lie up in a truth.

Where did the killer
set the body afloat?

- What's happened?

There's been cars and
ambulances along here all night.

- Yeah, you've more
inconvenience to come, I'm
afraid.

There'll be some officers
along presently.

To have another look around.

- You look terrible,
Mr. Wycliffe.

Come in, I'll make
you some breakfast.

Not very hungry.

- Ah, no, sorry.

Appetite's gone.

- Nevermind.

- Look, can I make a phone call?

Yes, sir.

Yes, I quite understand
that, sir, but that's.

No, no sir, that's not the
point I'm trying to make.

No, no in my view, it's
an out of judgment, sir.

Yes, and that judgment
can only be made,

really, by the man on the.

No sir, of course not.

I'll keep you informed,
sir, it's.

On a daily basis,
yes, of course.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm going
to have to ring you back.

He was here, wasn't he?

That Friday night,
Riddle came here.

- I.
- Don't lie to me.

He was here.

- Who told you?

- Riddle did.
- Matthew?

The father.

- How could he?

- The dead don't contact us

through Ouija boards
alone, Miss Penrose.

He was here that Friday night.

He had a sherry or two,
some nuts, raisins.

Turkish delight.

What else?
- Company.

Intelligent conversation.

He was quite an educated
man, you know?

Well-read, wasn't the sex.

That's the one people
always assume, don't they?

He wasn't fussed about the sex.

Just wanted someone
to talk to, to hold.

To be held.

- Did he come here
every Friday night?

- Almost, for the
past two years.

And Wednesdays, if he could.

- What time did he
arrive and leave?

The Friday before last?

- He arrived just after
8:30 and left around 11.

- What time'd you go
to bed that night?

- Right after he left,
around 11:15.

- Do you sleep soundly?

- I sleep like a log,
what is all this?

- Tide's coming in.

- Yes, it does twice a day.

- Matthew Riddle ever come here?

- Never.

- I'd like to speak
to your father now.

- I watched you fish him out
yesterday, and I thought then,

if that's where you've
ended up, my friend,

I can make a good guess
as to where you went in.

- You mean the basin at
the foot of the cliff?

Mr. Penrose.
- I know who you are.

I'm a cripple, Mr. Wycliffe.

But I'm not a deaf cripple.

Nor a blind one.

- Can you remember what
the tide was like

that Friday evening?

- Ah, it was quiet, misty rain.

High tide was about
quarter past 11.

It was about four,
four and half foot

at the basin at the
top of the flood.

- The body was placed in
the water at that time,

would it have been
washed away by the tide?

- Unless it got snagged,
certainly.

- And if it was placed there
later, say, two o'clock?

- There'd be no water
around the basin after one.

Not enough to float a cork.

- One last question,
Mr. Penrose.

Could a body have been
placed in the basin

early Saturday morning
and remained there

until the next high
tide without being seen?

- Not a chance, sir.

- We've had the prelims
of Riddle's clothing

come through, sir.

- And?

- Grass, mud deposit

ground onto the back
of the jacket,

shirt, and trousers.

Would seem to suggest that.

- He was dragged somewhere
along the ground.

Would you wait outside,
please, Mr. Riddle?

- I'm visiting my mother.

- Then you'll appreciate it that

she doesn't need overexciting.

- You don't have to
speak to these, mum.

No, I do.

- I'll just be outside.

If you need me.

- Something you want to tell me?

Yes, I know.

You should've told me before.

Better late than never.

- Matthew had nothing
to do with it.

- Now that's not strictly
true, is it?

Look, before you go any further.

I must advise you that
you're under caution.

You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to do so.

What you say may be
given in evidence,

do you understand that?

- It was me.

I don't know how
it happened, but.

I can't remember.

- You went out to Mariah
Penrose's place.

What time?

- I slipped out to house
about half past nine.

I left my car parked
around the corner.

- What happened, Sarah?

- I don't know.

I had enough, I suppose.

I just wanted to see
the look on his face.

I waited for him til he
came out, just after 11.

Kissing her on the porch.

Putting his tongue in her mouth.

Something... went in me.

She went back inside, and he.

He came over toward the road.

It was the car he recognized.

- Where were you?

- Round the side of the house.

I found I had a rock in my hand.

I ran up behind him,

and hit him over the
back of the head.

He fell down, and.

I don't remember.

- And then what did you do?

- Went home and had a bath.

- Why did you send
Matthew out there?

If you're going to tell it,
you might as well tell it all.

- Matthew, Matthew is just.

He was just being kind,
he's a good boy.

- What time was this?

- About one he got
back from Penzance.

He said he'd tidied up.

- What did you offer
Sid Passmore?

- I promised he could
come in on the business.

he done so well.

- That was very generous of you.

- Well, what could I
do, it was my mum.

- Why did you go to
him in the first place?

Couldn't you manage
the body alone?

- Why'd I go to him?

I never, he was there
when I arrived.

He saw what happened.

Got the body off the
road, down to the basin.

- But the tide was going out.

- No way dad was going
to float off, so,

we dragged him back again.

- He was dead?
- Yeah.

You saw him.

Wasn't only the cliffs
done that to his head.

- So on the Saturday, with
everyone up scapegoating,

you and Passmore decided
to give it another go.

- Yeah, I never knew what
he'd done with the clothes.

Putting them on Ephraim's
land, none of that.

- What did you do
with your father?

- I brung the body back
from where it came,

put him in that, and we stuck
him in the boot of the car.

I drove back to the yard,
and I hid him there,

in one of the caskets til
the following evening.

I never touched him,
Mr. Wycliffe.

Just tried to cover up
what my mum had done.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Still more thrilling
action to come

here in Frontier City.

The notorious finger will
soon be riding into town.

- Want something to eat, is it?

- Would you get your coat and
come with us, Mr. Passmore?

- I never done nothing.

I was just helping Matthew out.

- You murdered Ephraim Gardiner

and Jonathan Riddle.
- No.

- You know what sodium
chloride is, Mr. Passmore?

- Eh?
- It's salt, it's common salt.

The difference between
fresh water and sea water.

And it was sea water we found
in Jonathan Riddle's lungs.

He was still breathing when
you put him in the basin.

Dying, perhaps.

But you drowned him.
- No.

- You knew there
was no love lost

between Riddle and Gardiner,
didn't you?

That's why you hid the
clothes on his land.

- I never, I was helping
Matthew out.

- You'll be watching Riddle.

Looking for some way to pay
him back for gazumping you.

- You're balmy.

- By attacking Riddle,

Sarah gave you more than
you could ever have wanted.

So you played the concerned
friend for all it was worth,

and when you thought we might
crack Matthew or his mother,

you murdered Gardiner,

and then tried to make
it look like suicide.

He was your scapegoat.

- All right, all right.

I'll just go turn the gas off.

- Gun!

- Get the kids and go.

Get the kids off the
streets, will you.

Get off, it's a lone man.

- What's your problem, mate?

- I'm a police officer,
there's a balmy man,

now will you just get off.

- It's just a show, mate.

- You've done enough, Sid.

Don't shoot, Sid.

- You think you're so smart.

Let's see how bloody
smart you are

with no bloody head
on your shoulders.

- Police, put that weapon down!

You pull that trigger,
and I'll shoot.

Go on, drop it.

Down, drop it now, go on, do it.

Now, go on!

Sid Passmore, I'm arresting
you for the murder

of Ephraim Gardiner
and Jonathan Riddle.

You don't have to say anything
unless you wish to do so.

What you do say will
be given in evidence.

- You're off, then, sir?

- Yes, thanks for all your help.

And would you also convey
my gratitude to your father.

I hear there's talk
of a commendation.

- Yes, thank you sir.

- He's on the mend?

- Hopes to be back by Christmas.

- Oh, well that's good,
that's very good.