All language subtitles for S02E08 - Breaking Point

[theme music]

Alan!

It's Anne.

I caught her.

Go and get an ambulance.

Hurry!

WYCLIFFE: Has she regained consciousness at all?

DOCTOR: No.

Coma since she came in yesterday.

Blow to the head or what?

Well, there were numerous contusions.

Her head took quite a beating out there.

But around her neck, there are pressure

marks of finger and thumb.

You mean strangulation.

Your police surgeon seems to think

she may have been attacked before she

ended up in the water.

However, she probably never felt a thing.

We found a small puncture mark in her right arm.

When her blood tests came back, they

showed a high concentration of a narcotic drug.

Heroin overdose.

Was she a habitual user?

Apparently not.

There are no other needle marks.

Doctor.

Oh, excuse me.

So she was either experimenting with heroin,

got high as a kite and went surfing at midnight,

or somebody administered the drug against her will

and then dumped her in the water.

Mm-hm.

You say here, Potter.

If she come around, I want to know immediately.

[chattering]

Become very cosmopolitan, this surfing lark, hasn't it?

You get all types and tribes at it these days, Doug.

Everything from solicitors to dog-on-a-string

squatters down here.

Sir, this is Sergeant Rinnick.

He's on attachment with this for this one.

Pleasure to be working with you, Superintendent.

And you, ma'am.

You come up with anything?

Yes, Anne Carter.

She was found washed up over there Sunday morning.

And her car was spotted at midnight

the night before nearby.

Volkswagen Beetle, sir.

- Do we have the vehicle? - No, sir.

It's disappeared.

Gone with the wind.

Dixie's doing the rounds on that one, sir.

Anne Carter ever come to your attention locally, Sergeant?

Yes, ma'am.

She was in this protest group, call themselves

Surfers for a Cleaner Sea.

Always pulling stunts against the sewage in the water.

Looks all right to me.

Yeah, maybe.

100 yards out, it's like oxtail soup.

Made your head [inaudible],, swimming in that.

Yeah.

Apparently, she wasn't a local.

She lived and worked at a hotel as a part-time waitress.

Yeah, beach hotel, sir.

Rest of her time, she was out there, surf nut,

looking for a wave.

OK.

You go visit the hotel, Doug.

We'll take a look around.

Sir.

Is she Wycliffe's personal assistant?

No, she's a DI.

I know, sir, but she free and easy sort of style, is she?

No, she's not free, and she's never easy.

And you'd do me a big favor if you remembered that, Sergeant.

Look, I'm sorry, but you'll still

need permission from the war sister to see Mr. Carter.

Right.

Now, I spoke to--

I'll go back down and do it now.

Anne Carter's brother, so he says.

Oh, yeah.

Seen him somewhere before.

Where?

Can't remember.

Great detective you are, then.

Right, drink, gentlemen?

Well, I wouldn't mind a beer, if that's all right.

No, thank you very much.

Cream tea'd go down well.

Eduardo, got two creams here.

I thought Anne had just had some sort of surfing accident.

Well, we're not sure if it was an accident, Mr. Treen.

Her car is missing.

Ah, it's rotten luck.

Yeah, you could say that, yeah.

Oh, no.

I meant she was going on holiday next week, Australia.

Had the flight booked, everything.

Are you sure?

Showed me her plane tickets.

Surfing on Bondi Beach.

Full of it, she was.

One lonely summer for some folk, isn't it?

Was she planning to travel alone, do you know?

As far as I know.

Any regular boyfriends?

Oh, queue down the street.

Yeah, but not one in particular, yeah?

Well, there was one fella she went with, Jake Marberry.

He's a shaper.

KERSEY: Shaper?

What's a shaper?

Oh, makes surfboards, hand crafts 'em.

He's got a workshop and surf gear place over

on the other side of the bay.

Rum bunch of characters over there, they are.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I'll just get that.

Thank you very much.

Ah, lovely.

Yeah, Lucy, it's Doug here.

I've got a name for you.

"Jake Marberry."

[barking]

Shut up, Gabriel.

Down!

We're, um, looking for a Volkswagen.

On the road or for parts?

A stolen Volkswagen, Mr. Pendower.

I might have known.

Registration number, GPS303.

I've no memory for numbers.

Do you mind if we look around?

Got a warrant?

No, but I can get one.

[music playing]

Hi!

LANE: Jake Marberry?

Yeah, best of the West.

It's all hand shaped, foam-centered, fiberglass

outer shell.

And feel that finish.

Police, Detective inspector Lane.

Ooh!

Is there a problem?

We're making inquires about Anne Carter.

You know Miss Carter?

Sure.

She used to work up here.

LANE: You know she's been involved in an incident?

Yeah, you want the truth?

She had it coming.

Two foot slot on a 20 foot sea, Anne was out there.

You think what happened to her was accidental?

Suicidal, more like.

I've seen her paddle out miles beyond the breaking point,

daytime, night, waves jacking up and slowing down so hard,

even the best surfer in the world couldn't make it.

[music stops]

You were involved with her, weren't you?

Well, I-- who gave you my name?

A Mr. Treen from--

Treen?

Trying to drop me in it, is he?

[music starts again]

Why would he wanna do that, Mr. Marberry?

Treen's not fond of surfers, especially

not Surfers for a Cleaner Sea.

You run this organization, don't you?

Yeah.

There's a big problem with the astrovirus.

Get in the water from the outflow pipes.

Daytrippers are out there for a few minutes, all right.

But surfers are out there for hours on end.

And that's when you pick up the virus.

So what do you do, protest?

Yeah, we have a go at the local water board, council,

kick up a stink.

Any possibility what happened to Anne

might be connected with all that?

Could be.

Surfers aren't exactly popular around here with some people.

Did she have any habits you're aware of?

Excuse me?

Some people smoke, Mr. Marberry.

Some drink.

Some have more exotic ways of unwinding.

Hey, Inspector, you're way out of my depth.

I know nothing about what happened to Anne last night,

or her exotic habits.

I just wanna see her pull out of this thing.

Excuse me.

Changing room inside.

Anne worked here in the shop up until a couple of months ago.

I understand she and Mr. Marberry were very close.

Not close.

They had a sort of thing.

Anne wasn't into Jake.

Excuse me.

Not her type at all.

Too full of himself.

Is that why she left?

She and Jake Marberry have a row?

No, it was personal reasons.

How is Anne?

She's not well.

What kind of personal reasons?

That's for her to say, Superintendent.

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

Don't know anything about who attacked her.

Certainly wasn't me.

I didn't suggest that it was, Mr. Corliston.

WOMAN: Hello.

Excuse me.

I must see to this customer.

Found it around the back, sir.

And this.

It's her car, all right.

He's been well into stripping it down.

Zeb Pendower's a local scallywag, sir.

Chop his hands off, he'd steal with his teeth.

Where is he now?

He's over there, sir.

Right.

Pendower one of your regulars, then?

Capital A, aggravation family.

He's a slippery customer, all right.

Yeah, well, he's on the skids for this.

I never touched the woman, never saw her.

Her car just come my way.

Oh, yeah?

And was that?

One of my boys spotted it down by the beach.

Abandoned, it was.

WYCLIFFE: Really?

Door was hanging open.

So I wired it across, fetched it up here for scrap.

See, them surfers, they just dump their old cars.

Happens all the time.

Looking for a good citizens award, were you?

No.

KERSEY: Zeb Pendower, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of theft of a motor car

belonging to one Anne Carter.

You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say--

Save your breath.

I know it backwards.

I found this and a brassiere over there, sir.

Is this yours, Mr. Pendower?

It was in the car when they found it.

That's all I know.

[birds chirping]

And the bad belonged to Anne Carter?

Yes, and there were remains of an airline ticket

and a wallet for travelers checks inside it.

The checks are missing.

Listen, what if Pendower stumbles

across Anne Carter late at night on the beach, right?

He tries his arm with her, and everything gets out of hand.

He was high on heroin, Doug, an overdose.

How's that?

This Zeb Pendower, does he mess about with drugs?

Not that we know of, but according to Sergeant Rennick,

robbery with violence was Zeb's speciality in the younger days.

OK, me and Doug will do the interview with Pendower.

You run a background check on Jake Marberry, Lucy.

All right.

And that character we met in the shop back there.

Corliston?

John Corliston.

Lucy, um, are you still friendly with that journalist

bloke? What's his name?

Simon? - Why?

Just wondered if you'd seen this.

Got the whole Anne Carter story, including

the heroin injection stuff that the boss wanted

kept under wraps.

How did they get all this?

That's what people are gonna be asking, aren't they?

Has Wycliffe seen this?

No, I don't think so.

Not yet.

I'd better talk to him.

Now, I would have a word with your friend Simon

first, and find out where he got the bloody story from.

I mean, obviously, it wasn't you, was it?

Doug.

That's what I mean.

It obviously wasn't you.

So there's no point in casting a shadow over yourself

with the boss, is there?

OK.

See you later.

[beeping]

MAN: Come on, I've gotta see her!

NURSE: Sorry.

MAN: Nurse, you don't understand.

I've gotta say something to her.

She's in here.

Please, I've got to--

Can I help you, sir?

DC Potter.

Oh.

S-- sorry.

And you are?

A friend.

I'm just a friend.

I'm sorry.

She, uh, show any spark?

Uh, no.

Don't think so.

Good.

You can go back to sleep again, then, hm?

KERSEY: Had you been drinking the night

you stole Anne Carter's car?

PENDOWER: No.

KERSEY: On some other sort of substance then, Zeb?

PENDOWER: Huh?

Oh, listen, I don't do drugs, if that's what you're asking.

I thrash my boys they so much touch the stuff.

Show us your arms, would you?

What?

Please, Mr. Pendower.

[sigh]

See?

Clean.

Both.

Wanna see my backside and all?

No, that won't be necessary, Zeb.

This bag, which you tried to burn, these were in it.

So?

A ticket, wallet for travelers checks.

Except the checks have been removed.

Not by me, they wasn't.

That's how I found them.

I just slung the bag and the brassiere.

Nothing else in the bag?

No money, if that's what you mean.

A syringe, white powder?

This Jackanory story time or what?

I took a car I reckoned was dumped.

That's all I done.

Rest of the stuff you're asking, I don't

know diddly about none of it.

I'm a reporter.

I get a story, and I go to print with it.

We've had this out before, Simon.

Look, I have my contacts, and it's

nothing to do with you, OK?

Where did you get this information from?

The heroin injection, times, places?

Everything's in here!

Oh, come on, look, I can't reveal my sources.

Look, I did some sniffing around at the hospital.

And elsewhere.

What is the problem?

The problem is, we don't want the world to know all this!

Oh, I see.

Don't confuse the public with the facts.

Is that the idea?

There are key clues, bits of information

we always keep under wraps, things

only the offender can know!

OK, OK, look, I understand.

I do understand.

But I worked my backside off to get that story.

Luce, there's nothing for you to worry about.

I mean, your boss knows you're not biddable.

That's not the point, is it?

Oh, look, I promise you.

I promised you, I would never hassle you for information.

And I haven't.

Have I?

No.

Well, then trust me.

Look, the stuff I got came from elsewhere.

Have you heard about this Surfers

for a Cleaner Sea thing?

Did you know Anne Carter was involved?

Yes, we know all that.

Look, I did a story down here, and well, it

was like "Jaws" the movie.

I mean, there were really, really

very heavy feelings about the surfers

giving the place a bad name.

And well, Treen, I mean, he's the hotelier

who Anne Carter worked for.

I mean, he's a-- he's a-- he's a big wheel in the Hotel

Owners Association.

Is he now?

Yes!

A treasure hunter found it, sir.

Washed ashore.

If you would, Ted.

And he hit the jackpot.

Yes, Rennick?

It's been very cleverly constructed, sir,

but the buffeting it's taken at sea

has already begun to take its toll.

And bob's your uncle.

Heroin?

Keener to a penny, sir.

And there's a couple of other tidbits.

The leg rope's got a name written on it.

"Anne Carter," bearing the logo "best in the West."

That's shaped by Marberry.

Smart way to smuggle drugs ashore, sir.

But if that was why Anne Carter

was attacked, sir, why abandon the surfboard

packed with heroin?

Maybe your attacker didn't know the drugs were there.

Or when Zeb Pendower stole her car,

he disturbed whoever was dumping her body.

And he panicked and scarpered.

Maybe.

The drug squad's given Anne Carter's place

a complete rinse, so it's clean.

But they did find this.

It's a list of Anne Carter's travelers checks numbers.

Get 'em circulated.

Yes, sir.

KERSEY: Sir?

Yeah.

There's, uh, been a development.

You found anything?

Nothing out of the ordinary, sir.

OK.

Mr. Treen, the owner, sir.

Yes?

Ah, one of my waiters, Eduardo, God

bless him, has suddenly remembered

he took a call for Anne Carter the night she disappeared,

from a man arranging to meet her down by the beach.

Yes, who was the call from?

Ah, well, that he can't remember.

He just took down the message, which Anne picked up.

But we got a last number dial recall

facility on the bookings phone.

It gives the time, date, the last 50 calls made to it,

and the number of the caller.

So if the call came through this system,

it's still gotta be in there.

Well, we've just checked most of the numbers,

and nothing so far, so maybe it's a dead end.

It's just the last few.

No.

Ah, here's one.

That's got gotta be the number of whoever

called Anne that night.

You're sure?

Yeah, all the others tie up with bookings.

I'll double check.

You've been extremely helpful, Mr. Treen.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Right, OK.

Yeah, thanks for getting back so quickly on that one.

Cheers.

Got a trace on that telephone number

you picked up at the Beach Hotel, sir.

Yeah?

Whoever phoned Anne Carter that night,

did it from a public call box.

Oh,great.

I've got the location.

Check it out, Lucy.

Yeah.

What's the word from the hospital, Potter.

Miss Carter's still on the critical list, sir.

Hasn't regained consciousness, sir.

Doctors don't sound too hopeful.

All right, everybody, listen up.

The white powder found yesterday in the surfboard

is confirmed as heroin, two kilos.

So it appears, or it's been made to appear,

that Anne Carter is involved in major drug running.

Which puts Jake Marberry on the special potential list.

Now, we know he's tied in with this Carter women.

And we know that he made the surfboard.

Now, drugs have already sworn out a warrant to turn

over his workshop at 1:00.

We'll be giving back up.

Now, this information is, of course, confidential.

Which brings me to the next item.

The press.

Now, you'll be aware that significant evidence

in this inquiry has been published in the press.

Evidence which I specifically insisted should be withheld.

Let me just make this clear--

I will not tolerate a leaky team.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Zeb Pendower's been pushed out on bail, sir.

He fails to sign in, you chased him up.

Right, sir.

Right.

Let's keep the job water tight from now on.

It isn't just an assault we're looking at,

or an attempted murder.

This involves drug runners, and we will have them.

So that's Doug, Andy, Frank, you give back up to drugs

on the Marberry raid, OK?

That's it.

Chasing rainbows, man.

We'll see.

Come on, fellas, I got a business to run here.

One off, but if you're a bit more serious,

there's some better stuff in the back,

which I'll be happy to dig out.

Mr. Corliston, isn't it?

Yeah.

You work down here as well?

Jake has me running all over the place, flogging stuff.

I wonder, you didn't by any chance phone Anne Carter,

did you, the night before she was found from the call box?

No.

Don't think so.

You couldn't be a bit more definite about that, could you,

Mr. Corliston?

No.

MAN: Hey, Johnny!

Throw us the ball over!

I don't remember making a call, no.

It's actually old turnip greens, cannabis.

No joy next door so far, sir.

Just the evil weed, then.

Yeah, we'll pull them for possession.

Then forensics can take this place apart, OK?

I'm a bit worried about her, Doctor.

Thanks.

Problems?

Yeah.

She's struggling.

Chance she might come out of it, but who knows?

They found the bloke who attacked her?

Not yet.

Gazette said she was involved in drug smuggling.

Today's gazette?

Yeah.

Well, you don't wanna believe everything

you read in the papers, eh, Avril?

You're improving, Mr. Detective.

A large quantity of heroin was found

hidden within a surfboard, which you admit

to having made for Anne Carter.

You're real jokers.

You find a pinch of cannabis in my workshop,

and suddenly I'm a heroin smuggler.

Heroin destroys people's lives, Mr. Marberry.

It kills the kids who get hooked into it.

I don't regard it as a matter for jokes!

Ahem.

You do sermons as well, Superintendent?

Where were you last Sunday night?

The night Anne Carter was attacked.

I can't remember.

Did you make a phone call to Miss Carter,

arranging to meet you later on?

No.

Anne Carter is alive, but only just.

If she dies, there's a distinct possibility we'll

be investigating a murder.

You'd be wise to cooperate with us before that happens,

Jake.

Was there some sort of argument between you

and her about the drugs?

Hm?

A struggle, maybe?

You didn't mean to hurt her, but you panicked.

You injected her with heroin and dumped her body

on a surfboard in the sea.

Is that how it went?

You guys are hallucinating.

I know nothing about any heroin or any of this.

OK, thanks.

Truro, ma'am.

Two days ago.

Nice little town.

Right.

Sir, some of Anne Carter's travelers checks have shown up,

cashed in an exchange bureau in Truro.

Who by?

Not sure on that yet, sir.

All right, Doug, chase it up.

Sir.

Marberry a complete blank, then?

Yeah.

He's been charged with possessing the cannabis.

Anything happening with Treen up at the hotel?

Well, he confirmed Anne Carter was involved

with the surf protests.

Organized by Marberry.

Yeah.

It's possible Treen and her had some sort of bust-up over it,

but nothing definite.

Sir, I wonder if I could have a word--

Afternoon, sir. Ma'am.

It'll wait.

WOMAN: Them's the checks I changed.

They were in Australian dollars, $1,500, which came

to 670 pound, plus commission.

You paid out 670 pounds, then?

And who presented the travelers checks, here?

Well, they're signed by Miss Anne Carter, see?

Yeah, well, we have a slight problem, Mrs. Nankervis.

Because at the time these checks were cashed,

Anne Carter was lying in a hospital bed in a deep coma.

Can you explain that to me?

Dunno.

Odd, isn't it?

Come on, luv.

Perhaps you can delve into your memory,

solve this little mystery for us?

I shouldn't have really done it.

It was a man.

But he had her passport, see, and they were all signed.

He said she was sick.

I'm on commission, see, so I changed 'em.

Can you describe the man?

Yes.

He was big.

Well, on the middling side of big.

And he had dark, sort of light dark hair.

[phone ringing]

Oh, excuse me.

Could have been Zeb Pendower cashed these.

Could have nicked both the checked and the passports

from her handbag.

Could have been anybody, the description she's given us.

Yeah.

Lumbered you with the night shift again, eh, Sarge?

Yeah, I need the overtime.

Another mortgage payment.

Good night.

- You off? - Yeah.

You celebrating?

Yeah, it's my birthday.

Party's on Tuesday, but the girls gave me a cake.

You wanna come to the nurse's station?

You can have a nip.

All right, Marberry's bank account's come up trumped, sir.

The account shows that he posted a payment of 670 pounds cash

into a cashpoint deposit box two days ago.

The exact amount of travelers checks cashed down in Truro.

That's conclusive, sir.

Perhaps.

Well, Marberry must have attacked

the Carter woman, stole the checks, and her passport.

He was bailed last night, yes?

Yes, sir.

We'd better get the cashier from Truro up to the station.

Organize a linup-up, Lucy, of Marberry lookalikes.

And Doug? - Yeah?

You'd better pull Jake Marberry back in again.

Yes, sir.

Duty Inspector's organizing an ID parade for tomorrow morning.

Excuse me, sir.

But John Corliston would like a word with you.

Anne Carter?

Mr. Corliston, this way, please.

Go ahead.

Well, uh, Superintendent, when Anne

worked with me up at the shop, she and I had a relationship.

We were lovers.

And then she finished with me.

And that's when she stopped working at the shop?

Yeah.

I got very depressed.

I take these tablets.

Go on.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I think I lost my memory.

Blotted it out.

I think it was me who attacked Anne Carter.

But this man claims that he lost all memory of the fact

that he attacked Anne Carter four days ago.

That's quite possible.

Think the brain as a computer.

A virus in there, a short circuit,

one emotional surge, and you can lose megabytes of memory.

Sometimes lost forever, but sometimes retrievable.

So you're saying he could have done it four days ago,

and then blocked it out of his mind completely?

Yes, motivated forgetfulness.

It's a type of amnesia.

It's particularly associated with things we find difficult,

or we don't want to remember.

I'm like that when the tax inspector calls.

But this man claims he can now recall what happened.

His memory loss was only temporary.

Well, It's perfectly possible.

Subsequent in filling of memory can occur.

It all starts coming back, piece by piece.

Cyril?

Yeah.

I'd like you to sit in on an interview

with this man, Corliston. Would you do that?

Well, I'd be fascinated.

It's not my field, but I'm familiar with the literature

on forensic amnesia.

tell me, does the man's account of what happened fit the facts?

Well, yes, but anyone could have done that.

This story's been splashed all over the tabloids

in meticulous detail all week.

Ah.

Sergeant will take you through their identity parade.

So if you'll just try to relax and try

and remember the man who cashed the travelers checks.

You say you made a phone call, Mr. Corliston,

arranged to meet Anne Carter at the beach,

and there was an argument.

What was it about?

I can't really remember word for word.

She said she'd been involved with drugs.

I was horrified.

She laughed at me!

She had a syringe.

Said she'd never tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me!

Did you take up the offer?

No!

Told her she was crazy.

I grabbed at it, and then I just lost control.

I was so angry with her!

So angry!

And what was that anger about?

Drugs?

Yes!

I was in love with Anne!

And she loved me, I think.

We had something really good together, and I screwed it up.

How was that?

I had a fling with another woman.

Her friend.

She couldn't stand it.

She felt I'd betrayed her, us.

She walked out.

WYCLIFFE: So you felt responsible

for the split-up between you?

Yeah.

I got very down, depressed.

You felt guilty about it.

It was my fault!

I kept trying to see Anne to talk about it,

but she wouldn't!

So why did she see you that night?

I'd heard she was leaving the country.

She'd bought a plane ticket.

I begged her to see me before she went.

The next day, after attacking Anne,

you say you have no memory of these events?

No, I swear to you, I would have come forward then.

I couldn't remember a thing about it.

But then the memory started to return?

Yeah, flashes kept coming into my mind.

I thought at first I was just imagining it all,

the horror of it, you know?

Like I was haunted.

My head was bursting with it.

But then the picture got clearer and clearer until more and more

I realized--

Did you discuss with anyone the events of that night?

Read about it?

Only what was in the papers.

The travelers checks, Mr. Corliston?

Sorry?

Didn't Anne Carter show you any travelers checks?

No, I don't think so.

Why?

It's no matter.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to harm her.

I lover her.

It's all my fault.

I've just a thought.

The phone call and message you received the night

Anne Carter was attacked. - Yes?

The name of the caller, was it a name like Jack, or Jim?

Could it have been Jake, John?

I don't know.

Maybe John.

Maybe Jake.

I'm sorry.

My English not too good.

Better than my Spanish.

So what do we think?

John Corliston?

While in a depressed state, he could

have got himself emotionally aroused that night, when he met

her, made an unpremeditated attack on someone

he felt very passionate about.

And that pattern could easily create psychogenic memory loss.

What he said about his relationship with Anne,

did that struck you?

Yes, it did.

He said he felt the bust-up was his fault. Well,

maybe because of all the stuff that's found its way

into the papers, he's convinced himself that he did it,

because of the guilt that he feels about their relationship

turning out the way it has.

That's a whole other can of worms.

If a man has a weak or suggestible personality, allied

with some personal guilt, it's a classic scenario

for a false confession.

How did the lineup go?

Not well.

The woman couldn't pick Marberry out.

Maybe she didn't wanna pick him out.

Eh?

Maybe she just wanted to steer clear of trouble.

I still think it's that Pendower man.

He could have sent one of his boys down there.

And why would he put the money in Jake

Marberry's bank account?

Put us off the scent, ma'am.

Zeb is capable.

I hear Marberry's in the clear.

Yes, sir. Seemingly.

What about Corliston? How did that go?

Well, everything he told us fits.

Except the travelers checks.

He's no knowledge of that.

So we await developments, then.

That's about the size of it.

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): So angry, so angry!

WYCLIFFE (ON TAPE): What was that anger about?

The drugs?

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): Yes!

I was in love with Anne!

She loved me, I think.

We had something really good together, and I screwed it up.

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WYCLIFFE (ON TAPE): So you felt responsible

for the split-up between you?

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): Yeah.

I got very down, depressed.

WYCLIFFE (ON TAPE): You felt guilty about it.

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): It was my fault!

Do you reckon he did it, sir?

I don't know.

Listen, get hold of Potter up at the hospital.

I wanna speak to whoever is in control of the intensive care

unit up there.

Tonight.

Right, sir.

Cheers.

Cheers.

It is Pendower, Doug.

I'd put my pension on it.

No.

I know him of old.

Why don't we take him somewhere noisy, have a quiet word?

Wycliffe doesn't work that way.

Everything by the book, mate.

Time was, you and me'd cuff and duff a bloke like Pendower.

You remember.

An hour together in a cell, and he'd

be showing you his birthmark.

Days have gone, Frank.

More's the pity.

Maybe.

Anne, my name is Superintendent Charles

Wycliffe.

I'm a police officer.

We are trying to find out what happened to you.

So I'm going to play you a tape recording

of myself talking to a friend of yours, John Corliston.

I'm playing the tape now.

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): She laughed at me.

She had a syringe.

She said she'd never tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me!

WYCLIFFE (ON TAPE): Did you take up the offer?

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): No!

Told her she was crazy.

I grabbed at it and then I just lost control.

I was so angry with her!

So angry!

Is this true, Anne?

Is this what happened?

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): I was in love with Anne!

And she loved me, I think.

We had something really good together, and I screwed it up.

WYCLIFFE (ON TAPE): How was that?

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): I had a fling

with another woman, her friend.

She couldn't stand it.

She felt I'd betrayed her.

John says he didn't mean to harm you.

He's very upset.

He says he loved you.

You loved him.

Anne, is this right?

You loved him.

Now, I'm holding your hand.

If you can hear me, you squeeze my hand.

Can you hear me?

Sorry I'm late.

It took a bit longer at the hospital than I thought.

Success?

No.

She didn't respond.

It's not surprising, really.

Anyway, what's this all about, Lucy?

Well, I--

I found myself in a bit of a difficult situation, sir.

These press leaks, I'm personally

involved with a reporter.

Simon, isn't it?

I was ware.

Have you been discussing the case with him?

No, absolutely not.

We have an agreement.

I never talk shop.

Well, whoever you choose to have a relationship with, Lucy,

that's your business, but did you ever take your case papers

home with you, your notes?

Yeah, but Simon wouldn't go through my papers.

Well, you know the man.

I don't.

But he is a reporter, Lucy.

They'll do anything for a story.

Oh, hell.

OK, I'll-- I'll talk to him.

I just can't think that he'd--

sorry.

I was hoping you'd come to me, Lucy.

It's best this way.

If Simon has been taking a look at your notes,

it's a serious matter, for both of you.

Brackets.

Brackets one relates to the powers of constable--

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): She laughed at me.

On the premises of--

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): She had a syringe,

said she'd never tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me!

Statutory undertakers.

Undertakers.

CORLISTON (ON TAPE): I grabbed at it,

and then I just lost control.

I was so angry with her!

So angry!

You've screwed up a major inquiry.

A man's confession may have been influenced by what you wrote

in that damn rag of yours!

Oh, come on.

You went through my papers, didn't you?

No!

Then how did you get the story?

And don't give me that crap about protecting your sources!

I can't tell you!

But it wasn't from you, right?

Simon, you may have committed a serious offense.

What?

Try "perverting justice," for starters.

OK, I'm gonna tell you where I got the information from.

But you didn't hear it from me, OK?

Ian, she's moving.

Miss Carter?

Anne?

I'm a police officer.

Where's John?

I hear John.

Yes, that's right.

You're all right.

Thank you.

Lucy.

Good night last night, Doug?

Um, this Corliston chap and his confession

and all that stuff about not being able to come forward

because he lost his memory?

Mm-hm.

Well, maybe he was setting the scene,

so he could plead that he wasn't in control

of what he was doing.

Balance of the mind disturbed sort of thing.

Yeah, that's possible.

Mm-hm.

He may have been deceiving himself, not us.

Wycliffe speaking.

Yes, Potter.

Has she?

Uh-huh.

Yup.

Right.

OK, Potter.

Well done.

No, no, you stay at the hospital.

Yeah, bye.

Anne Carter has regained consciousness.

KERSEY: Eduardo?

Si.

Mr. Treen around?

No.

Hold it, mister.

Treen, he's out on his fishing boat.

Does he know we're on to him?

I'm not sure.

His boat's got a radio.

Could be he's been tipped off by now.

OK.

Let's go.

I spoke to Simon.

He told me who gave him the information.

KERSEY: How were the drugs brought in?

Treen picked them up in his fishing boat

from a Spanish trawler off the coast.

Eduardo's brother's boat.

Treen sailed about a mile offshore,

where I'd paddled out to.

I'd swap surfboards and run the stuff back into the beach.

And what happened that night?

I told them I wanted out, and they wouldn't let me.

I knew too much.

I said I'd leave the country.

And they said, no.

Then they agreed if I'd do one last run.

Bringing in the heroin.

Mm-hm.

When I came ashore, they were waiting for me by the car.

They grabbed me and tried to strangle me.

Eduardo injected some stuff into me.

I don't remember anything else.

WYCLIFFE (ON MEGAPHONE): This is the police.

Return to port.

Turn your boat around and return to port.

Return to port!

Turn your boat around and return to port!

Anne Carter has recovered.

Turn your boat around and return to port!

She's told us everything.

Turn back now, Mr. Treen, or we'll drag you back.

Hiya.

Have we finished up there now, then?

Just about, yeah.

Thanks for everything. Especially the cake.

Ah, it's a pleasure. Here.

See you later, maybe.

I set up the phone call, cashed the checks in Truro,

put the money into the Jake Marberry's bank account

to give you a prime suspect to look at.

Why Marberry?

Well, because he's a jumped up little troublemaker.

Because he wanted to get rid of the scum

polluting things around here.

I'm with him, Mr. Treen.

I'm sorry.

My head's so messed up.

I thought it was all true, everything I'd said.

It was all in there.

It was like a film playing over and over.

You know. - Yeah, it's OK, it's OK.

We understand.

Sorry.

Sad case, that one.

He's not the first to make a false confession.

I doubt he'll be the last.

Sir.

There's some people waiting to talk to you at headquarters.

Oh, what about, sir?

Your close relationship with the press.

Oh, look, sir.

All right, so a journo bought me a few beers now and again!

Well, I expect those few free drinks may

turn out to be the most expensive ones you've ever had,

Sergeant!

What's this?

Going to a party?

Yeah.

It's someone's birthday.

Not that nurse over at the hospital?

Yeah.

How do you do it, Potter?

I don't know, Sarge.

Must be my bedside manner, eh?

Oh, sorry, You look smart, Potts.

Thanks, ma'am.

Ta.

How's things with Simon?

Simon and I have split up.

Sorry.

It's OK.

I-- I think you maybe should have

gone straightaway to Wycliffe about that press leak,

you know?

He was waiting for me.

He knew everything.

Sorry.

I gave you a bit of a bum steer there, eh?

Just looking out for me, weren't you, Doug?

Someone's got to, haven't they?

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

Well, I'm just gonna check the boys'.

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