All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S08E01.A.Game.of.Soldiers.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- Hi.

- I didn't mean to startle ya.

- You didn't.

I wonder, could you help me?

- Who's that?

- I'm sorry.

I'm Nancy D'Amato.

- Jake Hawkins.

- I wonder, do you know, are
there any Huntleys buried here?

- None of my team.

- Oh no, no, this would
have been the 19th century

between 1820, 1830.

- 1800s are all over
the other side.

I'll show you them, if you like.

- Thanks, Jake.

My great-great grandparents.

Take this up
a bit for you tomorrow.

- That's very kind.

You're bleeding.

- It does come with the job.

* We'll get home to
wash your hair *

* Help you out 'cause
I been told *

* Fusiliers are made of gold

* One two, one two

* Three four, three four

* One two three four,
one two three four *

You putz, Boorman.

There's
a body, Sarge.

- You better not be
pullin' my plunk or else

I'm gonna make you
crawl back to camp.

Right, get back, the lot of ya.

Come on, get back.

First body, is it, Gillman?

Oh, stand back everybody.

Gillman's gonna hurl.

- Why is the ACC so bloody
jumpy about an American?

- Can't be too careful
these days, can you?

CIA could be crawling
all over the sight

before we get there.

It's reported
it's a suspicious death

by the attending officer,
DS Ettrick.

- Ettrick?

- Apparently, he covers the

Thropbrough and Bowlby areas.

- I think you'll find
that he's a she.

Know her, then?

- Oh yes.

Harold Wilson was still
Prime Minister

when I last worked with Jenny.

- First name terms.

- Very much so, Peter.

Keep it going.

Keep pushing forward.

So young and
yet so disciplined, eh?

Look at them.

Couldn't have been
a hit and run, could it?

- Hit, certainly,
several of them.

Mostly to the face and
the front of the head.

A car would have caused
extensive damage to the lower
limbs.

It looks as though
you have a murder

on your hands, Detective
Sergeant Ettrick.

- That's Jenny with Dr. Mason.

Jennifer Eccles I
used to call her,

after the Hollies
song, you know?

We were beat buddies together
in the summer of love.

- And did you wear some
flowers in your hair?

- Eccles!

Hey.

- Remind me when we met, sir.

- August 16th, '67.

Through April 25th, 1968.

Wetherton South, beat patrol.

- You always were easy
to wind up, Andy.

- Be like a fob watch
where you're concerned.

Oh, DI Peter Pascoe,
DS Dawn Milligan.

Spike, Peter, say hello to Jen.

Oh, hi.

- Hello.

Hello.

- Right.
- So, what you got for us?

- Oh, army privates out
on an exercise run

found a woman's body
'bout two hours ago.

According to the passport
in her bag,

she's Mrs. Nancy D'Amato,
age 42 of Boston, USA.

- You say D'Amato and
I'll say tomato.

- Next of kin been informed?

- I got one of my lads
to phone the details

through to the American
Embassy in London.

They'll do all the necessary.

- Can we have a look
inside, doc?

Bloody hell.

Your ex-wife been
beating you up?

- I walked into a door.

After you.

Majority of blows are
to the head, face.

- Her clothes don't
look disarranged.

- No, but you need
my examination

to rule out a sexual assault.

- And her handbag was
found with her?

- Yeah, we opened
it to get an I.D.

There was 80 pounds in her purse

and her credit cards
seemed intact.

There was also a room key for
the Thorpborough House Hotel.

- Have you sealed
off her room yet?

- Yeah, and I've got
uniform up there

to keep hotel staff on hand.

- Excellent.

And we need to start finding out

about Mrs. D'Amato's movements.

Pretty, isn't it?

- All fur coat and no
knickers if you ask me.

Peter, can you get
up to the room,

make sure it's been
properly sealed?

- Spike, get started
on the staff.

Any signs of her, what
she did, who she met.

Sir.

- Morning, folks.

This won't take long, just
got a few questions to ask.

All had your breakfast,
have you?

- Charles Stubbs, owner
and manager of the hotel.

- Superintendent Dalziel.

- Delighted to meet you.

This is terrible news.

If there's anything
we can do to help,

don't hesitate to ask.

- Well, we're just
getting started

on questioning your staff.

- It's not all of
them, of course.

- Well, if you can let
us have a complete list

of both staff and guests, well
work our way through them.

- Certainly.

- How long was Mrs. D'Amato
booked in for?

- I believe she checked
in two days ago on Sunday,

and was due to check
out tomorrow morning,

so that's a total
of three nights.

- And who brought
the news to you?

- My night manager, Mark Bell.

He was due to finish up and
then one of your chaps arrived.

I don't mind telling you this
has shaken us up a good deal.

- I'm sure.

The list?

- Oh, right you are.

Are you sure I can't
get your people some tea

or coffee, Mr. Dalziel?

- After they've done
some work, perhaps.

- I should say, this is
a very quiet, settled

sort of place, steady,
you understand?

I hope we can keep the
disruption to the guests

to a minimum.

- Well, one of 'em
gettin' murdered is pretty

disruptive, I'd have thought.

- And I'm afraid the
hotel operates a strictly

no smoking policy.

Did you talk
to her at all?

- I spoke with her
when she checked in

and I had a conversation
with her last evening.

She seemed like a
very nice woman.

She traveling alone?

Meeting anyone?

- Single booking.

I don't recall her
mentioning meeting anyone.

Mind you, I do ask my
staff to be discreet

and I try to apply the same
rules to myself, Mr. Dalziel.

Now wait a minute.

I believe she visited
the parish church.

Yes, I recall she told
me she had a conversation

with Jake Hawkins.

- Vicar?

- General dog's body.

Digs graves, tidies up the
church yard, that sort of thing.

- Do you know anything
else about him?

- I see him around.

He's a bit scruffy.

Mind you, I suppose one
would be if one dug graves

for a living.

- Doesn't drop in here for a
dry sherry after work, then?

- Was Mrs. D'Amato going
out or coming in?

- Out.

I'd been on duty about
an hour, so,

it must have been
just after eight.

- Do you need to see somebody?

- No, no, no.

I was just trying
to remind myself.

You know, visualize it.

- Do you remember what
she was wearing?

- I think it was some
sort of leather jacket.

- Did you see her meet or
talk to anybody outside?

- No, I didn't look.

I had work to do.

- And that was the last
time you saw her?

- Yes, yeah, it must
have been, yeah.

First thing, high
car seems to be missing.

Lemans Dao.

- Get it out to circulation
right away, Spike.

- Sir.

She dined alone on
the first night,

reading what looked like
a local history book.

Not seen with anyone.

The night manager thinks
he saw her leave here

last night just after
eight, leather jacket.

- Well, that wasn't what
she was found in.

Check with him again later.

- Quiet, nice, kept
herself to herself.

That's about it.

- There's a CCTV camera outside.

Get the tapes for last
night up 'til midnight.

Sir.

Anything, Peter?

- Room's clean as a whistle.

These are her travel documents.

Insurance, U.S. Medicare,
airline tickets.

- I wonder why she had
her passport with her.

- Maybe she changed
traveler's checks.

- Long way to come for
a three day visit.

Long way
to come to die.

- Search team's still
working, sir,

and I've got clearance
for a couple of my lads

to do a stop and question
on that road

for the rest of the day.

- Any sign of a murder weapon?

- Not so far, maybe
pretty basic.

First thing to end, even.

- Jake Hawkins mean
anything to you, Jenny?

- He's a bit odd, but
harmless by all accounts.

- Used to say the same
about me, as I remember.

- Why are you interested in him?

- Oh, we think that
Nancy might have met him.

Where's the church?

- Under the steeple.

- Walk me 'round there.

Back in five, Peter.

It's a bit off itself,
here, isn't it?

I couldn't say.

My house is two streets away.

- Sorry.

Anyway, it's odd us being
brought together like this.

- I heard a lot about
you on the grapevine,

promotions and such.

People don't always
stay in touch, do they?

- Been almost a lifetime.

- Well, not quite.

Doesn't look
like he's here.

- Itinerant type, is Jake.

- Will you check and see if
he's got any previous for me?

- Sure.

- And let me know
where he lives.

- I doubt if he pays council
tax, but I'll find him.

- Right.

If I'm still around here
tonight, do you,

if you're, well, you're
probably not, are you?

- Andy, I'm divorced
and I'd love to come

for a drink for old times' sake.

- I was thinking more
of a gravy dinner.

- Still got a big appetite
then, Andy?

- Aye.

I can still touch me toes.

- The Axe and Sword.

You wouldn't want to go
there on your night off.

Full of squaddies
from Bulby Camp.

- And Jake Hawkins,
with a bit of luck.

- Patterns of abrasion
suggest she was repeatedly

struck with stone or a brick.

Taping show fragments of grit.

Mrs. D'Amato may also
have been stupefied

before she was killed.

- Drunk?

- There was a waft of brandy
from the stomach contents.

Oh, such sweet memories.

I've asked the toxicologist
to check for sedatives.

- Possibly an intended
date rape?

- Well no, I shouldn't think so.

There was no sign of
sexual activity.

No sign of her having struggled.

No broken nails, bruised hands.

No, it was my guess he
wanted her sedated

so he could kill her quietly.

- Were your provisional timings
for the death on the mark?

- More or less.

Physical assault leading
to death was probably

about midnight, plus
or minus an hour or so.

But the sedation probably
took place

at least three hours earlier.

- So, she was unconscious
when she was moved

to the murder site.

It's almost like humane killing.

- Well.

Apart from the battering
it took to do it.

- And we've her going
out around eight,

and dead by midnight.

So, the doping must have
happened about nine.

It's definitely her.

The night manager was
right about the time,

wrong about the coat.

So, we have
to assume that just out

of the range of the camera,
she got into her car,

went off to meet her death.

Any joy on
the car, eh Spike?

Not heard anything.

But DS Ettrick dropped
by, left a file on Hawkins

in your office, sir.

- Well, that's good.

He's got a file, then.

What's it say?

- Dunno.

Haven't look at it, yet.

- The yellow sticker, Andy.

- Just a note from DS
Ettrick saying here it is.

Do you want the good news
or the bad news first?

Hawkins did two years
in the mid 90s

for several counts of
minor sexual assault.

Groping tourists when he
was a fairground worker.

But nothing since he
came out in '99.

- Prison works, eh?

Any luck with the address?

- No fixed abode, but
Jenny'll find it.

She seems a good copper,
doesn't she?

- Must be all the training
she did under you.

- Mr. Hawkins?

This is DS Ettrick.

I think I found Nancy
D'Amato's car.

'69" by Bryadams]

* I got my first
real six string *

* Bought it at the
five and dime *

* Played it 'til my fingers
bled * Was the summer of '69 *

- Pint of the best and a
large single malt, please.

- I'm on me break at
the moment, sorry.

- I bet my tip is bigger
than your lowly rate.

Pint for me, large single
malt for him.

* Jimmy quit and Jody
got married *

* Shoulda known we'd
never get far *

* But when I look back now

What was the other?

Whiskey or something.

- Large single malt.

* Yeah, I'd always
wanna be there *

* Those were the best
days of my life *

Oh, that's really
original, yeah.

Is your boss about?

- What for?

- We're from the Yorkshire
Pub Guide

and we wanna break some
bad news to him.

- He's not here.

Try again next week.

* Spend my evenings down
at the drive-in *

Still not here.

- Actually, I'm more
interested in whether

an American tourist
was here last night.

40-ish, good looking,
nice clothes.

She would have stood out
under the circumstances.

- Let me think.

No.

- Just answer the
question properly.

- Like I said, I don't
remember anybody

of that description, sure right.

- Do you know Jake
Hawkins, local man?

- Never heard of him.

- Come on, Kevin.

So I brought mates.

Let's get you a burger, eh?

- Can't keep this up anymore.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Had enough.

I'm gonna go to the coppers.

- Come on.

* Forever yeah

* And now the times
are changin' *

* Look at everything
that's come and gone *

* Sometimes when I play
that old six string *

* Think about you,
wonder what went wrong *

* Standin' on your
mama's porch *

* You told me that you'd
wait forever *

* Oh, when you held my hand

* I knew that it was
now or never *

* Those were the best
days of my life *

- Oy, excuse me.

When was this taken?

- Believe it or not,
I don't know.

We get dozens done every night.

- You know who the woman is?

What if I told you that's
my American tourist?

- Well, like I said,
I don't recognize her.

Who you think she
is is up to you.

- You know that a woman
who looks like this

was found dead this morning
a few miles from here.

- I heard something on the news.

- What about the lads with her?

- Look, there's 800 squaddies
at Bulby Camp at any one time.

- We'll check in the
camp first thing.

* Yeah

- There was a black
leather jacket in D'Amato's

wardrobe this morning.

- So she could have come
here the night before last.

- Didn't one of the
staff statements say

she had a quiet dinner in the
hotel her first night here?

- I don't imagine this place
closes on the dot at 11.

Could have come along.

God knows why,

She could have.

- Well, let's get back
to the hotel, then,

ask some more questions, collect

the leather jacket for forensic.

- It's been a long day, Peter.

To tell you the truth,
I'm a bit knackered.

- That's not like you, Andy.

Tell you what, I'll buy
you a fish supper

on the way back to
Wetherton with mushy peas.

You're gonna stand
me up, aren't you?

- Well, the thing is Peter--

- 'Cause you gotta get
off to Chez Louis

to meet Jennifer Eccles.

- How the bloody hell
do you know that?

- One of the first skills
in the police

graduate curriculum,
Andy, upside down reading.

- Wind up merchant.

Well done on that car, Jen.

Could be a big help, that.

- Are you gonna talk
shop all night?

- Don't have much else
to talk about these days.

- Well, try this.

Who's that?

Brian Jones of the
Rolling Stones

or PC Andy Dalziel
in off duty pose?

- Where'd you find this fossil?

- I have a little
box of souvenirs.

- Scarborough.

Easter Monday night in '68.

- You'd had just bought
your first car.

Pale blue Foxhole Viva.

That was a nice day out.

- Did I take one of you?

- You have to ask?

- Would you take a seat for
a moment, please, Mr. Bell?

We've checked through
certain details

and now it seems there's
a discrepancy

in the statement
that you gave us.

- What was it I said
that was wrong?

- We think you might be
mistaken about the coat

Mrs. D'Amato was wearing
when she left.

- Tell me again what
time you saw her leave

and what she was wearing.

- Well, I'm sure it
was after eight

and it was a leather jacket.

I mean, I could be wrong.

There's so much to-ing and
fro-ing in the evenings.

- Do you think you might
be getting mixed up

with seeing her leave on her
first night in the hotel?

- It's possible, I suppose.

- Why are you being
so vague, Mr. Bell?

- I'm not trying to be.

She's wearing
a leather jacket here.

- Yeah, it's like I said.

But it looks like squaddies.

What is she doin' out with them?

- That's what we're
trying to find out.

Okay, Mark, thanks.

- Thing is, Jenny.

There's always one special
woman in a man's life.

Someone he always remembers

and he thinks to himself,
if only I--

- You know that talking
to yourself

is the first sign of old age.

- I wasn't.

I just got a bit of food stuck
between me teeth, that's all.

- Well, here we are,
about to order pudding

and you still haven't asked
me how me life worked out.

- Be a bit presumptuous of me.

Well, I know that you're
divorced and that's enough for
now,

unless your ex is the
violent, vengeful type.

- He's not.

- Doesn't he ever want
to see the kids?

- Now, you're probing.

He didn't want any.

One of the reasons
we split, really.

I suddenly got broody
about ten years ago.

That's when he told me.

It was a killing moment
in our relationship.

How 'bout you?

- Oh, I'm not strong,
lucky really.

Never is the phrase 'wedded to
the job' be more appropriate.

I look at young lads
like Peter getting

caught by divorce and well,

it doesn't exactly
encourage us all.

Thing is, Jenny,
there's always...

- Ah, thank you.

- But I don't understand
why they're picking on me.

It's as if they know I'm
not telling them everything.

- Well, they're trained to
pick up on your mistakes.

They're trained to pick
up on your nervousness.

- Well, if you'd have told
me everything, Charlie,

at least I'd know what
I was lying about.

- Yes and if I'd told
you everything,

it would have made
matters worse.

Now, please.

Bear with me for a wee while.

- Are we gonna be alright
after this?

- Of course we are.

Gonna stay calm and trust me.

I'm doing this to protect
the ones that I love.

Remember that.

- Where the hell have
you two been?

Up against this wall
where I can see ya.

Eyes like warehouse rats.

You stink of booze, Gillman.

Sorry, Sarge.

- You know, my patience
with you is wearing thin.

Missing parade with hangovers,

being an all-around
girl on exercise.

Your dad was a proper soldier.

- So he kept telling me.

- And you are a disgrace to
him and to this regiment!

Why don't you
get off his case?

- Shh.

Get your butt on PT,
Kevin Gillman.

You're going on a night
walk with me.

Either I'm gonna knock
you into shape,

or you're out on your
ear tomorrow.

- Please Sergeant.

My dad'll never forgive me.

- It's enough--

- It'll sober him up.

I want you out here in
five minutes, Gillman.

Stay on your feet.

I'm sorry,
I've had it, serge!

- You know, Gillman,
part of me just wants to

finish you off right now.

You know, cage you right in.

In fact, if you were an
animal, I'd put you down.

- Just give me a bit
more time, please, Sarge.

- No, your dad was
an hard man to me

and I was bloody
glad that he was

cos he made me into a soldier.

It's gonna break his heart
when I have to kick you out.

- No, please, Sarge,
my dad'll kill me.

- Good.

See me tomorrow at noon.

I'll arrange for your discharge.

In the meantime, you
can make your own way

back to your bed.

- This is me.

- Oh, very nice.

Sorry for what I said
about your town.

- Apology accepted.

Coffee?

- I better not, be
awake all night.

Anyway, I got to be
bright and masterful

for the a.m. briefing tomorrow.

Another time perhaps, eh?

- Yeah, sure.

I enjoyed it tonight, Andy.

Thank you.

- 'Night, Jen.

What's Jenny doing here?

- Looks like an attempted
suicide, sir.

Young private shot himself
while he was out on night walk.

- Do we know what happened?

- An army search team found
him about an hour ago.

Medics attended and
got him back here.

He needs specialist surgery.

- Any witnesses?

- Not to the incident.

He was with a senior instructor,
Sergeant Brian Skinner.

That's him over there
with his CO.

You have a
name for the lad?

- Private Kevin Gillman, age 19.

We're trying to contact
next of kin now.

- We still need to find out
who was in the polaroid.

- Not the greatest timing.

- It's gotta be done.

- I'll have a word with
Sergeant Skinner.

- Good idea, Jenny.

- Gillman was reported
missing from his barracks

at 6:15 and the search
team found him at 6:40,

unconscious, bullet
wound to the head.

The serial number matches
an SA-80 that went missing.

- Missing?

- There was an infantry
sort exercise.

During a break, a rifle
was misplaced,

spirited away, whatever.

We turned the whole camp over.

We couldn't find it.

- Does this happen often?

- Extremely rarely, glad to say.

We're well aware that
there's a ready market

out there for military weapons.

- I was referring to
attempted suicide, sir.

- Sorry.

Well, thankfully, they
are very rare, too.

- And whose is the rifle
that went AWOL?

- Belonged to a Private
Ellerby, Frank Ellerby.

He's a mate of Gillman's.

He's a good soldier.

- May we trouble you
on another matter?

- Well, it can't get
any worse, I hope.

It's about
a murder inquiry.

We're trying to identify

the two young lads
in the photograph.

We believe they may be soldiers.

- Well, the one on the right
is Private Frank Ellerby

and the one on the left
is in an ambulance

fighting for his life.

Would you step
outside please, Mr. Hawkins?

I just wanna ask you
some questions.

I went in there
so that you couldn't

say that I touched you.

That's how you lot
work, isn't it eh?

- Who, women?

Or women who want to be police?

- See?

You're trying to mess
with my head now.

- Did you see or have any
contact with an American lady

by the name of Nancy D'Amato
in the last few days?

No.

- Perhaps you saw her
around the church yard.

- I come in here to do
my job and I go home.

I've nothing to do with women.

- I know you've got previous.

You don't trust yourself
around women, do you?

- The Lord keeps me
on the right path.

- Was the Lord with you the
day you met Nancy D'Amato?

- Blasphemy!

- Left, right, left,
right, left, right,

left, right, left, right.

- I've no idea who she is, sir.

I was probably a bit
merry at the time.

- Perhaps you can tell us where
that might have been taken.

- They get taken every
night in there.

It's part of the fun, sir.

- Are you sure you can't
remember anything about her?

Her clothes?

Her accent?

Something she may have
said, perhaps.

- You don't go to the Axe
for conversation, sir.

- Getting helpers with your
friend, Private Gillman's

accident, then?

- I only found out about
an hour ago, sir.

It hasn't sunk in yet.

- Was Gillman showing any
signs of stress or depression?

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

- Hartley, yes.

I see.

Yes, I will.

I'm afraid Private Gillman
was dead on arrival.

Mr. D'Amato?

Superintendent Andrew Dalziel.

I'm the senior investigating
officer on your wife's case.

- Gus.

- Please accept our condolences.

I assure you we'll
be doing all we can

to catch your wife's killer.

- Thanks.

How's it going?

- Some progress.

- Any suspects?

- Possibly.

We'll let you know a bit
more about that later.

Now, is there anything I
can get you before we talk?

Breakfast, coffee.

- No, I had something
that passed

for breakfast on the plane.

- Okay.

Well, this is what we'll
need from you.

- ID the body, background
on Nancy's visit,

anything I know about
her movements.

- You've been briefed
already, then?

- Detective Dalziel.

- Dalziel.

- There's something I think
you oughta know right up front.

Lieutenant D'Amato,
Boston PD, homicide.

May I ask what
your wife's visit was for?

- Well, her parents died
a few years back.

Because we were unable
to have children,

she absorbed herself in the
past, her family history.

She spent hours on the
internet searching out

old English birth and
marriage records.

- What was she looking for?

- She was convinced that
her great-great-grandfather

had lived in Thorpborough,
so she flew over

to confirm it by finding
an old address, gravestone.

She plan
to meet anyone?

- Not that I know of.

- This side, Gus.

- I hear you stayed schtum in

from the coppers and
the CO, thanks.

You're a quick learner, Ellerby.

- I was doing meself
a favor, not you.

If I'd have opened me
mouth for one of your

red cap mates in there,
I'd have ended up

like Gillman, wouldn't I?

- Gillman's dead because
he couldn't take it.

Simple as that.

Take what?

Systematic bullying?

- You watch your mouth, Private,

before it gets you into trouble.

- Yeah?

Well, it'll get you in trouble
when I go before the coroner.

- Don't push it.

I do a good job.

- I've kept a count, Skinner.

The drop outs, the AWOLs,
the breakdowns.

You've got quite a record.

- You know, accidents can
happen off base as well as on.

Mind how you go.

- Made a real mess
of her, didn't he?

To my Nancy.

Her wedding ring, is set
with three small rubies

and she has two small
Chinese tattoos

on her lower left back.

Taoist symbols, I
think she said.

Something to do with
still as a mountain,

flowing like a river.

Thank you, Mr. D'Amato.

- What I usually do back
in Boston at this point

is to offer the next
of kin a stiff drink.

- I'm sure that can
be easily arranged.

If you'll excuse me
for a couple of minutes

for the post-mortem --

- I'd like to stick around.

- I'm afraid that's
not possible.

- Why not?

- Well, what Dr. Mason and
myself are about to discuss

may be used as evidence in court

and you will be a witness
in the eventual trial,

so clearly we can't.

- Yeah, yeah, but
come on, Dalziel.

This is between professionals.

- I'm sorry, that's the way it
has to be, and it's Dalziel.

- And I think I have a
right to know the details

about how my wife died.

- Look, would you mind
waiting outside for--

- No, no, no, no.

No, I want a second
opinion on this.

Have you got a phone number
for the senior officer?

- I am the bloody
senior officer.

- Like a captain or that
bloody Chief of Police--

- Look, I'm in charge
of this inquiry.

What I say goes.

Now, if you've got complaints
to make about that,

that's fine.

I'll give you five numbers,
but I won't

change my decision on this.

- Gentlemen, if you're
going to argue,

please find a more
suitable arena.

- What's the matter
with you people?

- Well, I been dealt a
right crap hand on this one.

Motiveless murder and a homicide
detective as next of kin.

- Cheer up, Andy.

I'm about to do the second
analysis of her stomach
contents.

- Would you like that
stiff drink now?

- I'm sorry.

It just hit me like a truck.

- Cigarette.

- No, Nancy browbeat
me into quitting.

- I'm sure she wouldn't
mind you having one now.

- Thanks.

- So,

she was anti-smoking?

- Yeah.

Human body is a temple,
she used to say.

- Mine's more a supermarket
car park.

- I'm sorry, Andy,
I was out of line.

I didn't sleep at
all on the plane

and I just don't wanna
walk out on her, you know?

- I understand.

But you know what the
bureaucracy of murder's like.

- 'Course I do.

It's just tough when
it gets down to this.

I'm a death and then eons
of darkness kind of guy.

Nancy believed in reincarnation.

I guess now I just have to
hope that she was right.

- I thought about the idea
when I had me heart attack.

Then I thought, what if I
come back as a greyhound

or a goldfish?

Would you like to see,
what do they call it,

a bereavement counselor?

- No, no, you're doing a
pretty good job yourself.

- We'll book you into a hotel,

then you can get some
kib if you like.

- Maybe I could stay
where Nancy stayed, huh?

Sentimental reasons.

- Why don't you wait in the car?

I'll be out in a couple
of minutes.

Bit odd, don't you think?

Smart woman having a tattoo?

- On the contrary, they're
all the rage for now.

This one's quite classy
in its own little way.

Look.

- Could mean chicken
chow mein for all I know.

- The results are back
on the handkerchief.

The blood definitely isn't hers.

Forensics are working
on the DNA profile.

Right, preliminary findings
on your dead soldier.

Looks to be self-inflicted.

Single shot, close range.

- And?

- The body smells very
strongly of alcohol.

I expect analysis will
show that Private Gillman

was severely intoxicated
at the time of his death.

- Been taking out for a
nighttime run couldn't have
helped.

- Jenny, have a quick word.

- Has something happened
to Charlie?

- I think he's involved
in serious trouble.

- We found Nancy D'Amato's
higher car

in the lane near your caravan.

Can you explain that?

So did you see her?

- No.

- American accent.

Very smartly dressed.

- Never met anyone.

- That's disappointing, Jake,

because we have one
statement saying Mrs. D'Amato

met you and talked to
you in the churchyard

late on Monday afternoon.

Where do you drink?

The Axe and Sword?

- No.

No, it's too low for me.

Because we
found these at a bonfire

by your shed in the churchyard.

- How's it looking now?

- Well, given that he's
caught between love of God

and fear of prison, I can't
see him murdering anyone.

But I think he's lying
about not meeting Nancy.

- Could have been overcome
by a rush of desire.

- Yeah, but with the
best will in the world

I can't see Nancy D'Amato
letting herself be alone with
him.

- Okay, let him go, then.

We're gonna have to
move on to Ellerby.

Find out what happened
at the pub.

Hello?

Anyone at home?

- Sorry, had another thought.

If she had traced her
great-great-grandparents,

there must be a chance
she also traced

a living relative here, as well.

- How is that gonna
help us, Peter?

- Well, if she met up
with someone local

that could explain why she
ended up at the Axe and Sword.

Someone showing her around.

- I wouldn't take me worst
enemy to that rat hole.

- Just a thought, Andy.

Maiden name was Huntley, right?

Shouldn't be too hard
to track down records.

- There you go, barking
up the family tree again.

If you don't mind, I'll
stick to regular policing.

- This is DS Milligan
from Wetherton CID.

I know this is a bit
cheeky, but I've been

landed with playing Cupid.

One of the lads here has taken

a bit of a shine to DS Ettrick.

Jenny, yeah.

Thing is, he's asked me to
find out if she's attached.

- Not too close, Spike.

Most people'll start gossiping.

- Sorry, sir.

I've got a bit of a problem.

I swear I wasn't spying on her.

I saw DS Ettrick and
Charlie Stubbs in her house

having what looked
to me like a row.

She was upset, he was upset.

- When was this?

- Lunchtime.

The thing is, I blanked
a few details

from her sergeant
down at her nick.

Charlie Stubbs is
her ex-husband.

Sorry, sir, I thought I
better come to you with this.

- Right.

Right, leave it to me,
Spike and don't let on

to anyone else.

- Okay.

- You work on reception, right?

So, you must have
seen her leave.

- Yes.

- How did she look?

Did she look happy?

- I couldn't say, really.

Well, I think she was
a really nice woman.

- Oh yes, she was.

You have no idea.

And no one has any idea
where she went.

The police don't know and if
they do, they're not telling.

You're a local, what's
your best guess?

It's funny, you know?

Everyone seems to know
more about what happened

to my wife than I do.

- Well, the police think
she might have

talked to a couple of squaddies.

Soldiers.

- Really?

- They showed me a
photograph of her in the pub.

- I sure as hell wish
they'd been as open with me.

So what do you think my
Nancy walked into here, huh?

- Oh no, it seemed completely
innocent to me, Mr. D'Amato.

They were just having a laugh.

- The soldiers?

Yeah.

- Uh huh.

You got a lot to learn
about soldiers, kid.

- Yeah?

Oh, Gus.

Come in.

Feeling any better?

- Marginally.

Any breakthroughs?

- Not quite, but we're
making headway on two fronts.

- What about suspects?

- We had one in for questioning,
but we had to let him go.

- Why?

- Well, the evidence
against him is building,

but it was all circumstantial,
pending a--

- Why didn't you hold him?

Make him sweat?

- That's not really
our style, Gus.

- What about the two
soldiers that had

their photo taken with her?

Who told
you about that?

- The kid at the hotel.

One of them's dead, right?

Maybe you oughta go out
and get the other one in

instead of sitting
around here on your butt.

- We're taking steps on that.

Look,

come meet my colleague,
Peter Pascoe, yeah?

Peter, say hello to Gus D'Amato.

- Yeah, how are you?

- I'm very sorry to hear
about your wife.

- That's kind.

What's this?

Psychological profile.

- I'm actually checking
for any relatives

your wife may have
had in the area.

- Well, as I already told
your senior officer here,

her great-great-grandparents
and that's it and they're dead.

- Yeah, but if she was
exploring a family tree,

she might have found
a living relative.

- She was just playing at it.

It was a nostalgic exercise.

What you guys are doing
is a dead end.

Now, if you don't mind
my saying so Mr. Pascoe,

I think you'd be better
off out on the street

instead of playing
with profiles.

- Gus, perhaps I could
join you for a drink later?

- Yeah, I'll have
a drink with ya

when you guys bring
in my wife's killer.

- See what I mean?

- Well, he's understandably
touchy.

I bet he'd have an innocent
suspect on death row by now.

Surprised you don't like him.

Seems like a chip
off the old block.

- In what way?

- Well, apart from you're
both rubbishing my research,

you're also bull in
the china shop coppers.

Sorry, Andy.

- No worries.

- Mr. D'Amato, you shouldn't
be in here.

Now, please leave.

- Yeah, but I wanna
be up to speed.

- This is all highly
confidential information

that's only for the use
of the investigating team.

Now, please, could you leave?

- I've got 20 years
expertise going begging--

- Okay, thanks.

- Spike, the fat man
wants to see you.

- Does he know what I did?

- I'd think he'd have
blown his stack by now.

- Brandy and coke, no ice.

Bit quiet in here, isn't it?

- Live football on the
telly, kills us.

- Pity.

I was hoping there
might be some work.

- We're pretty well off
for bar staff, thanks.

- Is there anything at all?

I'm desperate.

Two kids, no fella.

I heard there was some
hostess work going

'round with the squaddies.

- You're a trier, aren't ya?

- Game for anything, me.

- Look, some of the
lads'll pay for it,

if that interests ya.

- I don't mind,

and what, the pub
turns a blind eye?

- Long as it's not too blatant.

Thing is, you have to
let these squaddies know

the score right away
case they think

it's their charm that pulled ya.

- Okay, tell love.

Go on, Skinner.

- Has she been in long?

- 20 minutes, no problem so far.

- Told ya.

- Andy, there's something
you ought to know

about Jenny Ettrick.

- In what way?

- She used to be married
to Charlie Stubbs.

- Really?

Sorry to be the
one to have to tell you.

- It's alright.

I knew she'd been married.

She probably thought I'd
throw her off the case

if I found out there
was a connection.

He's only an incidental
witness anyway.

- Spike saw them talking at
Thorpborough this lunchtime.

He seemed upset.

She was getting worked
up, too, apparently.

- Well.

If he's her ex, he knows
what he's lost.

They're probably just talking
about maintenance payments.

Or who got the Chris
De Burgh records.

Whereabouts
are you from, then?

Wetherton.

That's a long
way to come for a drink.

- City pubs are full of lads
completely off their faces.

Girls are even worse.

Least you can talk here.

So, you in the army, then?

- Just a bit.

It's nice to meet a new face.

I'm Brian, and you are...

- Dawn, and I've heard
all the jokes.

- So are you just
here for a chat,

or does a bit of action
interest ya?

I'm a good payer.

Is 50 okay for ya?

- That's very kind
of you, Brian,

but I've arranged to meet
someone else at 9:30.

- Gives us half an hour.

Me car's outside.

- Actually, I thought I'd work
at a slightly higher level.

Maybe a kebob and a
mattress, can't be fussy.

- Look, be nice to me
and you will never

be without company
in this place.

Mess me about and it won't be

worth your while
coming back here.

- I'll be off.

- People have seen me
pick you, you slug.

They never see me
been turned down.

- There's always a
first time, Brian.

- Intimidation seems
to be a full time job

with you these days, Skinner.

Branching out into women now.

Are you okay, love?

How dare
you stand up on me?

- Grow up, you pratt.

- You, get out of here.

And if I see you in here again,

you're gonna get what's
coming his way.

- You okay?

- I'll be fine.

I'll see you in court, Skinner.

You alright?

- If I stayed in
there any longer,

Skinner would have
had a go at me.

He got that I've just
lost it look in his eye.

Scary, man.

- Sorry, I shouldn't
have put you in there

without protection.

- It's okay.

Private Ellerby came
to my rescue.

There's something nasty going
on between him and Skinner.

Skinner thumped him one,
threatened more.

- You've done well, Spike.

Let's get you back
to civilization.

I'll shoot
you, Skinner.

And get away with it.

Silly bugger.

Is that the best
you can do, Sk--

- Andy.

I was just about to go to bed.

- Sorry, I was just passing
and I thought

you might fancy a drink.

- Bit tired, actually.

- Sure.

Nevermind.

- No.

Come in, come in.

It's not malt, I'm afraid.

- It's the company that counts.

Cheers.

- I won't have one,
if you don't mind.

- I've done 30 years
of drinking alone.

- You should have phoned.

I'd have been a bit
more prepared.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sorry.

I've just been doing a bit
of undercover with Spike.

She's good at it.

- Anything I should know about?

- Now who's doing the shop talk?

It's very tasteful, Jen.

Cozy.

Your ex must have been mad
not to want kids with you.

- It was lifestyle,
as well, Andy.

- Aye.

Coppers working hours
have sunk more marriages

than mothers-in-law.

- He was the one with the
more anti-social hours.

- Really?

Salesman or something, eh?

At least we'd understand
that part of it, wouldn't we?

- Well, we'll have
to see how it goes.

- Best get your kip.

I'll see ya at the briefing
in the morning, huh?

- Yeah, I'll be there.

- Andy, your latest
soldier was killed

by a single stab wound
to the left upper abdomen

passing under the lower
rib and into the heart.

The track's about
eight inches long.

The entry wound suggests
a one-inch blade.

Hmm, yeah.

It looks like a classic
commando knife stroke.

- Private Frank Ellerby was
found killed at Bulby Camp.

This is murder, not a suicide.

So that puts both the army
privates out of the frame.

But the sergeant, Skinner,
is now very much in it.

He was arrested this morning,

and he's on his way
over to here.

Now, I've organized a
search of his billet.

- Have we had anything back
on the D'Amato car yet, sir?

- Forensics are checking the
prints around the fuel cap.

Peter meanwhile, will
be using the case

as an excuse to indulge his
interest in local history.

- Clearly this line of
investigation isn't popular

with my senior colleague,
but I'll press on.

Nancy D'Amato was
born a Huntley.

There are two in the graveyard

of Thorpborough Parish Church.

I'd like to see if
there are any more,

just in case she made
contact with anyone.

- Right.

And we need to find out
more about the deceased.

She's a puzzle.

Why would a classy American
woman visit the Axe and Sword?

Did she have a rock
chick fantasy her husband

didn't know about?

Oh, Jenny,

would you mind driving over
to Thorpborough House Hotel,

talking to Charlie Stubbs,
everything he knows about her?

- I thought we'd interviewed
him, sir.

- We have, but that
was about the staff

I want to know about him.

Spike, you mind going
with her for backup?

- Right, sir.

- Okay, let's make it
a big day, everyone.

- Bit tough on Jenny.

- Well, it may be business,
not personal.

- That wouldn't be the
evil eye you're giving me,

would it, Peter?

- You know what you're
doing, Andy.

I hope.

- Coffee in the lounge, ladies?

- That'd be nice.
- Actually, I think we need

to be in your office,
Mr. Stubbs.

- Very well.

- So, two soldiers dead in
two nights, Sergeant Skinner.

- Oh, it's terrible.

The whole company's in shock.

- Tell me about your
relations with them.

- Look, Gillman was a nice
lad, but he was a bit soft.

Ellerby had what it takes
to be a proper soldier.

I had to be harder on
Gillman for obvious reasons.

- Tell me about the
Axe and Sword.

They both drank in
there, didn't they?

- That's the place for
the lower ranks.

- So, you don't drink there?

You weren't in there last night?

- No, I drink in the
Sergeant's Mess.

- Ellerby was in the
Axe last night.

- I wouldn't know.

- Well, I happen to know
that you're lying, Skinner,

because one of my officers
was in there under cover.

You offered her money for sex.

And then you thumped
Ellerby, remember?

- Yes, here we are.

Mrs. D'Amato found our
hotel on the website.

She then requested a
brochure, which I forwarded

to her Boston address
approximately a month ago.

She then made reservations
by telephone

for a stay of three nights,

paying her deposit
by credit card.

May I ask where this line
of questioning is taking us?

- Just fact checking.

- Actually, it's slightly
more than that.

We need to cover anybody
who knew Mrs. D'Amato

was coming here.

- Well, you've questioned
my staff and all my guests.

I'm afraid I can't help
you with anyone else.

- That'd be fine, Mr. Stubbs.

- I just need to ask
one more thing.

Your movements on the night
Mrs. D'Amato was killed.

- Mmm, I worked until
approximately ten o'clock

and then I checked with
Mark Bell, my night manager,

to make sure that everything
was okay,

and then I drove to my cottage.

To Bulby Forest?

- Yes, it takes
approximately half an hour.

- Can you explain how
your car was picked up

on a speed camera doing
60 miles an hour

on the bypass at 1:15?

- Yes, I had a migraine.

It'd been a particularly
stressful day.

As a matter of fact, I've
been prescribed these tablets.

I took a tablet and went
for a spin in the car

with the roof down.

That normally does the trick.

Well, I am sorry.

Looks like I'm gonna
have to plead guilty

to the magistrates and pay up.

- Dalziel gave it to me
before briefing this morning.

- I would have appreciated
knowing about it.

Why did he tell you not to
let me in on your big secret?

- It was my decision.

- Then you've a lot to learn
about detective work, Spike.

- I think I know a fair amount.

And in any case exposed a
lie, a minor one perhaps,

but in my book, if you've
got information on someone

and they don't know
that you've got it,

then you use it to test
their integrity, get me?

- Her master's voice.

- Did you meet an American
woman, Nancy D'Amato in the Axe,

either last Sunday or Monday?

- No, never heard of her.

- She was murdered
on Monday night.

Did you kill her?

- You know something,
Mr. Dalziel?

I am 16 years in the mob and
I've never killed anyone,

on or off duty.

- We've got a DNA match.

- Stay with him.

Things don't look
good for ya, Jake.

The blood test on Nancy's
handkerchief

has proved it isn't hers.

We've checked it against your
DNA sample, and guess what?

We know the blood is yours.

Did you kill Mrs. D'Amato, Jake?

- Didn't even know
I'd cut myself.

But she spotted it.

I just cleared some
brambles from the grave.

Didn't think anything
of it at the time,

apart from her being kind to me.

- But you let this woman
at least get close to you?

- I didn't do anything to
her, or suggest anything.

It was her who wanted
to talk to me.

Asking me about the
grave of her relatives.

- Something must have
happened, Jake.

How did her car end up
near your caravan?

That wasn't chance.

- I've no idea.

I only saw Mrs. D'Amato
at the churchyard.

I never saw her again
after she left there.

Which was
when, exactly?

- 'Bout five o'clock.

- Do you drink at the
Axe and Sword, Jake?

Why did you tell us you didn't?

Did you see Nancy there later?

- I didn't see her again.

I lied because I could see it.

All the bad stuff happening
all over again

and the policemen, asking me
questions I couldn't answer.

I swear I didn't kill anyone.

I swear before God.

- Now scrupulous coppers
like me would have put

two and two together by now
and got you 25 years, Jake.

- Ellerby blamed you for Kevin
Gillman's suicide, didn't he?

- No.

- So, what were you
fighting about?

- Nothing, it was the drink.

It made him a bit cocky.

It always happens off-base,

then he can stand
up to authority.

- Private Ellerby was sober.

He returned to the
barracks for guard duty,

which you had assigned.

- So you knew exactly
where he'd be, didn't you?

I didn't kill Ellerby.

- Was he gonna shop ya
over Gillman's suicide?

Your intimidation as
Ellerby referred to it

in front of my officer.

- I can't guess the
mind of a dead man.

- Maybe you did it to cover up
your murder of Nancy D'Amato.

- Why are we back on that again?

- Ellerby and Gillman
were seen with her

and now they're both dead,

after crossing swords with you.

- This isn't who you say it is.

That's Mary Nichol, local brash,

shows up at the Axe
and Sword now and then.

Only drunk and lonely'll
go with her.

- You better not be
lying, Skinner.

Tell me who that is, Jake.

- That's Mary Nichol.

Who is she?

- She's a prostitute.

- She's one of the reasons you
been messing up my inquiry.

You sleep with her, Jake?

- I've not devoured my
living with harlots.

- When did you last see Mary?

- Sunday night, in the pub
with these two squaddies.

- How'd it go?

- Stubbs came up with a reason
for his late night driving.

- And the other?

- Call it professional
on her part,

but they don't even behave
like they've been married.

Ettrick was quite soft
on him, reassuring.

- Anything else?

- Stubbs take tablets for
his stress and migraines,

Amopental.

I was wondering if that's
what was used

to drug Nancy D'Amato.

- I'll check it with
the pathologist.

By the way, we got
a new development.

The woman in the photo,
it's not Nancy.

- What does that mean?

- We're not sure yet.

But this stays between us three
for now, inside this room.

- Here she is, Mary Nichol.

Two charges
of soliciting.

- Maiden name Huntley.

- Add 15 years, dye the hair,
not many miles from Nancy.

Similar cheekbones.

- Must be distant cousins.

Descended from the same
great-great-grandparents.

- Okay.

But did she meet Nancy?

Spike, rewind that
tape to five p.m.,

time Jake says she
left the graveyard.

Everything okay?

- Apart from Mr. Stubbs'
speeding ticket?

- I came in first thing, sorry.

You do something for me?

- Of course.

- I want you to fax
Nancy D'Amato's

medical insurance company.

Get confirmation of
her blood group.

- There's doubt?

- Something may have got
mixed up, that's all.

The details are on the board.

Well?

Nothing.

- Fast forward it.

- There, that could
be Mary Nichol.

Could be D'Amato.

- It's a different
style of jacket

than the one I saw
in her wardrobe.

It had lapels and patch pockets.

- Getting worried about you.

- It's a matter of
observation, Andy.

What if it was her leaving, too?

- You mean later?

Afterwards?

- Yeah.

Maybe Nancy turning up
threatened some family interest

or trust Mary was involved with.

So Mary kills her.

- It has to be a possibility.

- Let's find her first.

Come up with theories later.

- Amopental?

- It's a sedative, right?

- Yes, as used to dope
Nancy D'Amato.

- Could the toxicologist
narrow it down

to a specific type or make?

I'll ask
for you, shall I?

- As soon as.

- By the way, Andy, I
have some news for you.

You see, I won 200 pounds
on the Hong Kong

copper Happy Valley yesterday.

- Get to the point, Cyclops.

- Well, I bet with a Chinese
bookie called Mr. Wang

and I showed him a photograph

of that tattoo on Mrs. D'Amato.

He thinks the closest
translation would be girl power.

- They've confirmed Nancy
D'Amato's blood is group A.

- Thanks.

It's been tough, this one.

- Not what I'm used to,
my usual other things.

- You're doing well.

- Back to work.

We did it.

- Almost.

Have you got a passport?

- Yeah.

I'm all packed.

- I am, too.

Why don't we load up.

- We're being well and
truly stitched up, Peter.

Nancy D'Amato's still alive.
- Well, how do you know that?

- The body in the morgue is
blood group A, not group AB.

- Yeah, all Nancy's insurance
documents say that, as well.

- Yeah, only because
they were altered,

including this one, this
afternoon, from America.

Who did this?

- DS Ettrick, the others,
I don't know.

But whoever did them pressurized
Jenny into amending this.

- Bloody hell Andy.

- You think I'm biased, Peter,
but I think it's Stubbs.

She's protecting him.

Now the drugs he uses
to control his migraines

is the same type that was
used to dump the body.

- Oh, it's not conclusive,
but counts against him.

- And all this business
about him being out

on the night, driving 'round.

Nancy's car turning up
at Jake's caravan.

- That's Stubbs' CV.

There's a missing five
year period in the 80s

where he was traveling abroad
learning the hotel business.

- Prison?

- Worse, can't find a
trace of him prior to 1986.

And in my experience,
that only means one thing.

He's changed his identity
and I'll bet ya a ten

that the intelligence
services in Northern Ireland

had a hand in it.

- Well, you're broadly
correct in your assumption,

Detective Inspector
Pascoe, however,

I would like to discuss
the possibility of a deal

before we proceed any further.

- I haven't got the authority
to cut them, fortunately.

- I'm not looking for an
amnesty for myself, Mr. Dalziel,

but for some other people.

- We'll see.

- So, when were you recruited?

- 1982.

'Round about then the
British Army Intelligence

decided it would be a good idea

to run their own chain of
bars in bandit country,

effectively listening posts.

- Money or patriotism?

- Money, pure and simple.

They paid extremely well.

I spent four years passing
on information

I'd learned in my bar,
then one night,

there was a fire fight,
and I was listed as dead,

while miraculously
being spirited

across the water to begin my
new life as Charlie Stubbs.

- Until?

- Until Gus saw my photograph
on the hotel website.

- Gus was in Northern Ireland?

- Oh, yes.

American Special Forces,
tracking weapons

all the way from
Boston to Belfast

and seeing me with
my new identity,

he saw an opportunity
to get what he wanted.

- He wanted you to kill someone?

- He certainly did.

If I refused, he would
simply pass on

my whereabouts on my
new identity to the boys

across the water who
neither forgive nor forget.

Mr. Dalziel, I want my
loved ones kept out of this.

They have nothing to do with it.

What I did, I did
to protect them.

So, no deal, no details.

- Jenny has acted in a corrupt
manner and coached by you.

I can't let her off.

- Mr. Dalziel, you can
give her early retirement

on a full pension and never
even mention corruption.

Besides, I know you
care about her.

- That's no longer an issue.

- Well, it bloody
well should be.

- Who else?

- Mark Bell, my partner.

He's totally innocent in this.

All he did was turn a blind eye.

- To what?

- Deal or no deal?

- Okay.

- Nancy D'Amato discovered
her cousin, Mary Nichol

on the internet when she
was doing some research

into her family tree.

As soon as Gus saw the
similarity between

the two women, they both
realized the potential

for an insurance scam.

If they could murder Mary
and pretend it was Nancy,

they could claim the
life insurance.

They would be extremely rich.

Then, when they saw me, they
further saw the potential

to blackmail me into
committing murder for them.

Gus, Nancy and I
set up the plan,

and Jake was the fall guy.

Nancy sneaked back
from the cemetery

just in time for Mary's arrival.

She'd set up Mary's visit
by promising her

some new American clothes

and Mark saw Mary arrive
and thought it was Nancy.

- I've been waiting to
meet you for so long.

- I provided the dope.

So, by the time Mary had
tried on her new clothes,

she was distinctly woozy.

Nancy then left the
hotel in one of the two

brown coats she brought over

and Mark did not see her leave.

That's how he made the
mistake about her coat.

I went into her room
while she did her bit

for the security cameras.

I was moving Mary's
comatose body

and unfortunately, Mark saw me.

He didn't have a clue
what was going on

and I certainly wasn't
about to tell him.

After that, I took Mary
to a quiet, secluded spot

and I killed her.

My only consolation is
that she wouldn't have

felt a thing.

After she'd cleared
up the evidence,

letters, et cetera
at Mary's house,

Nancy finished the
set up with Hawkins

by dumping her car next
to the caravan.

I then picked her up
shortly after your speed

cameras had picked me up.

She's been in my cottage
ever since.

- Is that why you killed
Private Ellerby?

He wasn't killed by
Skinner because

he witnessed Nancy's murder,

you killed him because
you thought

he was gonna tell us
the body wasn't Nancy.

- No, Mr. Dalziel, not me.

That one's not mine.

- Gus.

I caught him nosing
around the CID room,

looking at the photos yesterday.

- Peter, a word.

- I had to do it, Andy.

Love doesn't just
end with divorce.

- Maybe not, but it gets
you into terrible trouble,

from what I see.

That's why I'm best
not having it.

I've got to go.

Oh,

you're wrong by the way.

I did take one.

- Andy.

Was it you who called?

Well, somebody did and
they asked me to meet them

out here and then you show up.

- Nice try, Gus.

But you're under arrest
for conspiracy

to murder Mary Nichol--

- What?

- And for the murder of
Private Frank Ellerby.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- Now, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You're a one man parody
of British policing, Andy.

All I want to do is get Nancy's
body released and go home

and you're talking
to me about people

I never even heard of.

- I've got you by the balls,
Gus and I'm not lettin' go.

You're losing it, Andy.

- Have I?

Charlie Stubbs has talked.

- Who?

- That's his cottage.

He's the man who did the
murder for you and your wife

so you could claim the
five million dollars

life insurance that
Nancy took out just about

the same time she was
discovering her lookalike
cousin.

- That's bull.

Somebody's doing a
pretty lousy job

of setting me up, Andy.

So, why don't you work on
an apology while I go home?

No hard feelings, pal.

- Where's Nancy?

- Oh come off it!

She's dead!

Isn't she?

- Who's that lying
on the slab, Gus?

Huh, with a girl power
tattoo on her ass.

Mary Nichol.

The woman you identified
as your wife.

- What kind of game are you
playing with me, Dalziel?

Are you telling me that
the woman I identified

was not my wife?

You're gonna be hearing
from my lawyers.

- She's here, isn't
she, you greedy sod!

You killed her, didn't you?

You wanted the lot.

- You'll never know.

Special Forces takes
on heart attack victim.

No contest.

Show me.

Show me where you buried her.

Show me

where you buried her.

I said show me.

I'm gonna take up

every foot of this place
until I find her.

Peter,

you can come in now.

No, no problem.

He came very quietly in the end.