All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S10E07E08.Guardian.Angel.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

So why are
we eating here?

- They do the best pies
in Wetherton, Peter.

- Angela.

- Susan.

Why don't you take these?

Actually, they're very nice.

- Fantastic.

- Lovely, thank you.

- Hello?

- It's been six weeks.

We should talk about it.

- No, no, I don't want to.

Come here!

- Can we just go?

- You sorted it out
then, did you?

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Let me drive.

- I said I'm fine.

Jesus!

Can somebody
help me, please?

- Ambulance, car park at
Save Master Supermarket,

Raiders Lane at Wetherton,
urgently.

- It's alright, love.

Ambulance is on its way.

Could she have been poisoned?

- Possibly, but it's something
I haven't seen before.

- Anything showed
up in her blood?

- Nothing we usually test for.

The labs are still
working on it.

- Hey, look who's here.

- Hey.

- Hey, dad.

Uncle Andy.

- Hello, love.

Hey, you told me she wasn't
arriving till tonight.

- I am so sorry, Rosie.

How'd you get here?

- Taxi.

I bought you this.

- It's great to see you.

- I'll get it.

Dalziel.

Yeah.

Susan Goodman was poisoned

by some chemical
called teltroxin.

It's a relative of sarin.

- Terrorists?

Rosie, stay in the car, okay?

- I picked a bad day, didn't I?

- No day you come back
is ever a bad one.

Why would a terrorist
be interested in us?

- Maybe that's the point, Andy.

Nobody's interested in us.

We're just a small
provincial town

so we're vulnerable
and unprepared.

Hello, Mrs. Caulfield.

- Hi, Jason.

- Okay, dad, let's start
with the frost-damaged roses.

You know how to cut them
back, don't you?

- I was gardening before
you were born.

- Don't prune them right back.

Just cut the dead flowers, okay?

- Actually, Jason, could
you look at those pots

that your dad planted
the other week, please?

I don't like the colors.

- Should I paint them
all red then?

- Why do you let her get to you?

- I detest that woman.

She treats me like
shit on a shoe.

- Dad, you'll lose
me the contract.

- Sorry, Jason.

- Take no notice.

She's the same with everyone.

- Well, we both know that's
not true, Mr. Caulfield,

but thanks for trying.

Sorry, Mr. Caulfield.

- Have you found anything more
about this teltroxin stuff?

- It's 200 times more
deadly than cyanide.

One drop on the skin
can kill in 30 minutes.

It's not a gas like sarin.

It's a liquid.

- More like an assassin
would use.

- Yeah, you have to spread
it down on the skin though.

- I can't believe Susan Goodman

was on some foreign hit list.

I mean what are we
saying, she was a spook?

- A Wetherton housewife?

Don't be daft.

- Bloody hell, Christine,
look at this.

They'll be wanting us to wear
daffodils in our hair next.

- Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Webster,

and welcome to the
magical world of Arcadia.

My name is Brian Fairmile.

It'll be my pleasure
to be your--

Haven't you got
that thing changed yet?

- I can't get rid of him.

- You'll experience the
life changing possibilities

we have to offer.

- There.

At first, the
police were reluctant to
comment.

- Why are you so bloody useless?

I need a drink.

Let's see what they've got.

Oh, well, there's
no beer in here.

10 quid for that.

- Did he say Susan Goodman?

I don't know.

- Shh, be quiet.

- Don't you shh me.

We now go
over to Wetherton...

- That was me and Susan
on our wedding day.

That was when I actually
got her to go camping once,

just the once.

- Do you have any children,
Mr. Goodman?

- We had a son.

Look at him here, grown
up, independent lad.

He immigrated,

died out in Australia.

- I'm sorry.

- He was stung by a
jellyfish, drowned.

Beautiful things, jellyfish.

I keep thinking she's
gonna come in

and maybe bring us a cup of tea.

I should have turned
me pockets out.

There was all bits in the
dark washing this morning.

She was still cross with
me in the supermarket.

She insisted on pushing
the trolley.

- Would anyone want
to harm your wife?

- Harm Susan?

No.

She was only ever
annoyed with me.

- Never fell out with
anyone in the past?

- No, not that I know of.

We've been married 32 years.

It would have been 33 next week.

- Did Susan have any government
or political connections?

- What?

No.

She worked part time
in a local dress shop.

She's never even voted.

She read fashion magazines.

It was very important
to her, how she dressed.

I told her it didn't
matter how she looked.

I'd still fancy her.

I don't understand.

Why would a terrorist--

- We don't think it
was a terrorist.

- What, you mean she was,

you mean she was murdered?

- There's no reason
why your work

would have put your family
in a vulnerable position?

- I was a teller at
the Albian Bank

till I was made redundant.

I was 53.

* I will fly a yellow
paper sun in your sky *

* When the wind is high

* I will float a silver solid
moon through your window *

- Sandra, hi, it's dad.

Just phoning to say
that we're alright.

We were in Wetherton but we
weren't in any danger, no.

Oh, it's a lovely place, yeah.

- Excuse me.

Has a Mrs. Lennox checked in?

- No, not yet.

She emailed.

She and her husband are delayed

and won't be here for
another couple of days.

Is she a friend of yours?

- I'm here.

Laura MacAlpine.

It's really cool here, isn't it?

Should we go to this party?

I thought she might be
caught up in that attack

at the supermarket, but
she's just texted me.

- Barbara Lennox?

- Yeah.

- We'd never have gone
to Arcadia if we'd known.

- Arcadia?

- I worked for the
Albian Bank all my life.

Lost my pension thanks
to the Fairmile family.

And there he is, Brian
Fairmile on a welcome message

the minute we walked
into our room.

- Didn't you know beforehand?

- He doesn't put his name
on the brochure, does he?

All we knew was we've been
offered a free holiday,

so we took it.

I wanted to leave
straight away but Susan...

- But Susan what?

- That's why I couldn't
understand.

She insisted on staying.

She ran the campaign,
the Wives for Justice

against the Fairmiles
after we lost our pensions.

I thought she'd lost interest,

but suddenly, she's
into it all over again.

Why was that?

- I have no idea.

So you didn't
talk about it?

- Oh, she ranted, but I stopped
listening a long time ago.

I just wanted to move on.

I've had years of
disappointment.

I thought she hated him
as much as I did.

- How long did you
stay at Arcadia?

- Two days.

We were booked for a week,

but well, it took me that
long to persuade her to leave.

- What was her reason
for staying?

- Susan didn't want us
to give up a freebie.

- How long ago was this?

- Six weeks.

- Whose idea was it
in the first place?

- Susan's.

She thought our marriage
needed help.

- Good evening.

My name's Brian Fairmile.

Now I know that a lot
of you had problems

getting here today.

But now that you've finally
reached this oasis of calm,

I hope that you'll all
be able to just chill.

So now, let me introduce
you to our people.

First of all, we have
Pauline Parker.

She's an expert in tai chi

and has reached impressive
heights in ethnic dance.

Now just last year, she
was taught some new tricks.

Yes, she mastered
a computer course.

And believe me, if we
let her have her way,

she'd teach all three
at the same time.

That's Pauline.

Next we have Linda who keeps
us in touch with nature.

Horse riding, wrangling,
meditation,

Linda will be there for you.

- Shh!

Jim.

- What?

What's up now?

- She walked out on
me a few times.

She always came back.

- Where did she go?

- I never asked her.

How long
was she away for?

- A couple of days maybe.

Nothing had changed, you see.

I had her back, so I was happy.

- Who was the woman you
met at the supermarket?

- Oh, Angela Veitch.

We made friends with
them at Arcadia actually.

- Who's them?

- Her and her husband, Michael.

She never let me drive.

She wouldn't let me.

I'm so useless.

I couldn't even do
anything to help.

- Spotted anything else?

- There's something very odd

going on between Angela
Veitch and Susan Goodman.

Look at this.

And there's this.

I spotted it earlier.

- What are we gonna do?

- We're just gonna have to
show it to him, I suppose.

- Okay, we'll go over it again.

A full house beats a straight,

but a royal flush beats
them both, okay?

- Anybody want a drink?

- No, I don't drink
when I'm playing.

No, thanks.

- Laura tells me you
were a headmaster.

- Yes, I was, yes.

The emphasis on was.

- Jim worked at Longmaster,
on the car assembly line

before they closed it.

- Yeah, 30 grand for 30 years.

Not much, is it?

- Well, far be it
for me to deny you

your freedom of expression,

but I'm afraid I don't
have a gambling license.

- I'm just teaching them.

- I see in the brochure
that you have classes

for building a financial
haven in your third age.

Who gives 'em, you?

- No, I get a financial
expert in.

- And your old man didn't
do the same, eh?

- Enjoy your stay.

- Did you have to?

- The man deserves
everything he gets.

He's one of the Fairmiles
from that pension scandal.

I recognized him a while ago.

- Hey Bugger rugs.

- I'm just texting Rosie.

- Can we have a word?

Peter.

- It's the police.

- Oh, yeah.

- You used to be my postman.

- Yeah?

Yeah, I gave up my rounds.

That's when I grew
this.

I went in the sorting
office for a bit,

but it weren't the same so
I took early retirement.

Angela would like me
to go back part time.

- I suppose this is about
the supermarket.

I was there.

I spoke to Susan.

- Yeah, you were
seen on the CCTV.

You were giving her something.

- Oh, just some nuts.

I had two packets.

- Nothing wrong with
'em, is there?

- Let's hope not.

Did you meet the Goodmans
at Arcadia?

You know it was run
by Brian Fairmile.

- No.

- You didn't lose your pension
through the Albian Bank,

did you, Mr. Veitch?

- No, I'm with the post office.

Why?

- Why would Susan
Goodman call you

a few minutes after she
met you in the supermarket?

- Oh, she just wanted to say

how nice it was to
meet up again.

- Strange when she could have

caught up with you
at another aisle.

- How well did you get
to know the Goodmans?

- Oh, not that well.

- Well enough to
exchange numbers.

- They left after
two days like us.

- Why?

- I was ill.

- Well, you never told me that.

I thought it were the food.

- And what would you
have done about it?

Another
marriage made in heaven.

She was nervous.

And something about that phone
call just doesn't make sense.

Why call someone two minutes
after bumping into them.

- Maybe it's a woman thing.

- A bit of a coincidence

they all left Arcadia
at the same time.

- Perhaps it's time we
took the road to paradise.

- Eh?

- Arcadia.

- Can we do it tomorrow, Andy?

- Oh, of course, Rosie.

- There's always one.

I thought about changing
my name,

but then it would look
like I'm hiding something.

I've tried to create a really
special environment here,

a place where all of those
people that my father wronged

can rebuild their lives,
find their equilibrium again.

- You'll never win.

Just get on with it.

- Right, I'm off home.

Another successful
charm offensive.

- Please join us for
a drink, Pauline.

- No, thanks.

- Good to meet you face
to face at last.

- Yeah.

- We are serious about
this, aren't we?

- Why isn't she here?

Careful.

- I've just gotta look at some
tapes, Rosie, then we'll go.

- Okay, no problem.

Spicer noticed it.

I completely missed it
first time around.

- Go ahead.

There.

I thought she was bothered
about something on her hand.

- There's no CCTV of
her before this?

- There's only three cameras,
one over the checkout.

- Bugger.

There's Rosie, isn't it?

Chase the
lemming may be a good day

for the fox cubs

- Make sure you get that
lot in the dishwasher.

That post's been there all day.

I suppose you want
me to open it.

I'm off to bed.

Thank you for sticking by me
when the police were here.

But
what's play for the cubs--

Angela!

- What?

Where's
that newspaper?

- I don't know.

You were the last
one to have it.

Mrs. Veitch, this item
was found in your room

after your recent
stay at Arcadia.

I was just
gonna tell you that.

I'm already done.

How?

Well, they left the
border an hour ago.

- Angela?

- Hello, love.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Where's your dad?

- Upstairs, sulking.

Mrs. Caulfield had
another go at him today.

- Oh.

Does he know about
Susan, Paul's wife?

No, why?

- I'll tell you later.

- You're late back.

- Yeah, I just stayed for
the introductory party.

You know what it's like.

- You work with him.

Do you have to drink
with him too?

- Terry, they just released
the name of that woman

who died today at
the supermarket.

It was Susan Goodman.

- Susan.

Poor Paul.

- It's so funny.

I just saw them, what, six
weeks ago, and I said then

they should come around for a
bite to eat but I just forgot.

What's he gonna do without her?

He'll be lost, won't he?

- He will.

- Why did you do it, Rosie?

- I wanted to bring
you something.

I didn't have any money left.

- I just don't understand.

- I'm sorry.

- What am I gonna do with you?

- I won't ever do
it again, promise.

- We'll have to find a way
to pay for the chocolates.

- Excuse me, miss.

Would you like to accompany me
and DI Pascoe to the chippy?

As if you Americans can
remember what a chippy is.

- Come on.

- Dad, I don't wanna
go back to America.

- Sorry, sir.

There's been another one.

- Is there anyone I
can call for you,

any friends or relatives?

- Sir, this was found
in Mrs. Veitch's bag.

- It looks like these women
were specifically targeted.

- Susan Goodman and
Angela Veitch

were at Arcadia at
the same time.

Alright, I want names and
addresses of everybody else

who was there that week.

And while we're at it, let's
check out the staff as well.

Was it a perfume she
normally used?

- I have no idea.

- That perfume is
really expensive.

My mom got some of
that for Christmas.

- We argued just minutes before
over some stupid newspaper.

- We found this in your
wife's handbag.

It's a letter from a bank.

Angela took out a loan
for 20,000 pounds

about a week before
you went to Arcadia.

Have you any idea why?

- She never said a word to me.

We didn't talk very much.

- Two unhappy marriages,
two dead women.

- Susan Goodman borrowed
10 grand from a bank.

- Maybe blackmail was involved.

- A blackmailer doesn't
kill his victims.

It's usually the
other way around.

- This is no good for her.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

I don't know
how you keep going.

I'm shattered.

- I'm holding three jacks.

- I thought we might have
a week away from that.

How much are you
losing this time?

- No more than I can afford.

- That's a relief.

Are you sure you can
stop yourself?

- I thought you'd retired
from being a head teacher.

- I'm freelancing.

- Have you taken
your heart pills?

- Yup.

I was
just saying--

I won't be spoken
to like that, Christine!

- Bang on the wall.

It might shut that charming
young man up.

Always the same.

- What?

- I did not antagonize him.

He's a crook!

- If he was a crook,

he wouldn't be allowed
to run this place.

- Him and his old man
cleared out a whole bank.

When you do that with
a gun and a cosh,

they call it robbery!

And if I want to have a
drink, I will have a drink.

Don't you ever tell
me I've had enough

in front of other people.

You never let me enjoy myself.

I will do as I like.

I'm retired now.

- Don't I know it.

- What does that mean?

- It's bad enough putting
up with you between shifts.

- You'd sooner have me
out the way, wouldn't you?

- You're hurting me.

- I spent good money
coming to this place,

and we are going to enjoy it.

- Have you ever seen this?

It says that Mrs. Veitch
left the perfume in her room.

It looks like you've signed it.

That's my
name, but it's not my signature.

- And it's on an Arcadia
complement slip,

and it was posted down the road.

- Well, I wouldn't
bother to send

a bottle of perfume back
after six weeks.

Nobody here sent that,
I can assure you.

- How'd you know that?

- I know everyone here.

And besides, anyone can get
a hold of that stationery.

- Five, six, seven, and.

Loose and low, everyone.

Come on, Jim, swing those hips.

Okay, everyone.

Let's take a moment.

Hello, I'm Pauline Parker.

May I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking
for Brian Fairmile.

- Oh, god.

It's this way.

Okay, everyone, just keep
working on your mambo switch.

I won't be long.

- I've had enough.

- Oh, do you remember
this couple?

- No, not really.

How about these two?

- Yes, yes.

Paul Goodman used to work

with my husband, Terry
at the same bank.

We were all friends.

I just can't believe
what happened.

- Your husband was a
Fairmile pensioner?

- Yeah.

- And yet you work for the man.

- Well, we all have
to earn a living.

We needed the money,
and the job pays well.

Probably a bit too well.

Guilt.

- How does your husband
feel about it?

- Oh, he's not very happy,
but we haven't got much choice

until he gets a proper job.

Yes, I was actually
quite surprised

when Paul and Susan
turned up here.

We hadn't seen much of
them for a couple of years,

and they obviously
didn't realize

the place was run by a Fairmile.

- Do many Fairmile
pensioners turn up here?

- Oh, quite a few.

Well, Brian sends out
a leaflet offering

a week's free holiday targeting
the Fairmile pensioners.

Of course, they don't realize
that the offers come from him

or that they've been
specially selected.

It makes it look like they've
been chosen at random.

That way, they don't
feel humiliated.

- How charitable.

- Hmm, just easing
his conscience.

But don't worry, he
makes a fair profit

from all the little extras.

Come in.

- Mr. Fairmile, some
police officers to see you.

- The pension scandal at the
bank ruined so many lives.

I thought that Arcadia
could give these poor people

something back, show them
some life affirming--

- Using part of the two million
bonus you came away with.

- I was cleared.

I had no idea what my
father was up to.

- More like you had an
expensive barrister.

- I expect a pensioner can
live on his fees for months.

- 20 pensioners at least.

- So what can I do for you?

- This woman, Susan Goodman,

led the Wives for Justice
campaign against you

when the pension fund collapsed.

She came here six weeks ago,
and now she's been murdered.

- It's got absolutely
nothing to do with me.

It's very sad, of course.

I mean any loss of life
is deeply disturbing.

- Did she confront you?

- No.

- Did her husband,
Paul confront you?

- No.

- Did either of them talk
to you while they were here?

- To be honest, I can't
really remember.

- So you're telling us that
even after they discovered

that they run this place, they
didn't say anything to you.

- I like to give them a
private experience here.

If they don't come to me,

I don't intrude on their
personal space.

- Not even to find out why
a couple would want to leave

after two days when
they're booked for a week.

- No.

- She also came the same
time as Susan Goodman.

The Veitchs left quickly,
and now Angela's dead too.

- Can you tell us why Angela
Veitch and Susan Goodman

both came here with
large sums of money?

- Unless they thought they'd
spend a lot at the bar.

- 20,000 pounds?

- Susan Goodman withdrew
10,000 pounds

a couple of days before
coming here.

- Angela Veitch borrowed 20,000.

Now what I'm asking is why
do they need all this money

just before they came here?

Why not put it in your safe?

And why are both lots
of money missing?

- You're being absurd.

- Did you threaten Susan Goodman

or try to blackmail her
about her private life?

- What kind of man
do you think I am?

- We've got a fair idea.

- Here's a list of guests
for the last three months.

- How many are booked
here next week?

- 40.

- Cancel them.

- You want me to deprive 40
people of a hard-earned break

because you have some
ludicrous hunch?

- Yeah.

Hello, Paul.

I'm so sorry, mate.

- I can't take it in.

Susan wouldn't hurt anyone.

- I know, Paul.

I know you love Susan and
you can't replace her,

but I'm sure she'd want you to
carry on and live your life.

- I haven't been really
on my own for 30 years.

- Well, you'll find
your way again.

Just give it some time.

- That's what I said to you.

- Yeah.

I know, and I'm still here
to tell the tale, just about.

What are you thinking about?

- The Arcadia place.

Brian Fairmile sending
us a free holiday.

He must have realized we
were Fairmile pensioners.

Don't you think that's
really sick?

There were a lot of us.

Yeah, I suppose so.

- I find it very difficult

Pauline's still working for
him now, very difficult.

- At least he pays her well.

Pauline was telling--

- I can't afford to feed us,
let alone pay the mortgage.

- I wish I had your worries.

- I'm sorry, Paul.

You were a great friend
to me when I needed one.

- Mr. Edwards?

DI Pascoe.

This is Superintendent Dalziel.

We understand Susan
Goodman worked for you.

- Did Susan come to you
when she left her husband?

- Is it that obvious?

- Call it a wild guess.

- She worked for
me for 12 years.

In that time, we became
pretty close.

- Did you know her husband well?

- I knew him.

- How long had the affair
been going on?

- Pretty well the whole
time that she worked here.

- Must have been a bit tricky
when her husband gave up work.

No shutting up shop for the day.

- Our relationship
wasn't sorted like that.

- Did he know about the affair?

- No.

Paul wouldn't have let her
work here if he did know.

- Susan Goodman went on an
Arcadia holiday six weeks ago

with her husband, wanted to
get more out of their marriage.

Sounds like a reconciliation
to me.

- She was ill then.

She called in sick.

- Do you know why Susan
would have borrowed

10,000 pounds from her bank?

- Well, I gave her 10,000.

We were gonna set
up home together.

She can't wait any longer
living the same lie with Paul.

Perhaps she decided
she needed more.

I'm surprised she didn't
talk to me about it.

- So it was true love then.

- Yes, Mr. Dalziel, it was.

It was my one chance
of happiness.

- Now do remember to right click

when you use your
shortcut menus.

You don't need any
computer training.

- Well, I can find my
way around the internet,

but that's about all.

- That's a good start.

- That's her private money.

- You have no idea
why she drove out

and borrowed another 10,000?

- Borrowed?

Who from?

- Is it possible she was being
blackmailed, Mr. Goodman?

- Blackmailed, Susan?

She never did anything
criminal in her life.

- Not necessarily criminal.

Did you know your wife
was having an affair?

- You mean Ben?

- Yeah, I suppose you do
know it went on for 12 years.

- That was when our son died.

My friend, Terry Parker
told me before

she was having an affair.

I didn't wanna lose her.

She was my wife so please don't
say anything bad about her.

You think Susan
was being blackmailed

over her affair,

that that was her payoff,
whoever it was?

The logic's
not right.

This is something Angela Veitch
knew about, and that's why

she called Susan Goodman when
she was at the supermarket.

- She didn't want to speak about
it in front of her husband.

What you got?

Alright.

Is Rosie okay?

Can you see her?

Thanks, mate.

- Alright, is she?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, she's fine.

Traces of teltroxin were found

in the perfume bottle
sent to Angela Veitch.

- What if she was trying
to warn Susan Goodman

in the supermarket?

- It's been a long road,
but in this case,

all roads lead back
to bloody Arcadia.

- This friend of Paul's,
Terry Parker,

he might be able to shed
some light on it.

Your wife told us
where to find you.

Nice place to work.

- It's my son's business.

He's at agricultural college.

I'm just the dog's body.

- You're Paul Goodman's friend.

- I haven't seen as much of
him as I'd like to lately.

- You saw him this morning.

- I heard what happened.

He needed my support.

How well
did you know Susan?

- Paul and I were friends.

We didn't socialize
much as couples.

He's a good man.

He saved my life.

- Good afternoon.

- You didn't like Susan
very much, did you?

- What do you mean?

- You told her husband
she was having an affair.

- No man deserves to be
humiliated like that.

- Can you think of anybody

who might have taken
advantage of her affair?

Infidelity's a perfect reason
for blackmail, Mr. Parker.

- Well, if you're thinking
of me, you'd be wrong.

But you're welcome to check.

If you do find any
spare cash lying around,

you be sure to let me know

because I can certainly
do with it.

- He's not bitter then.

- Hello, Paul.

I'd like to try and explain.

- Cup of tea?

- Thanks, Mr. Caulfield.

- You can't beat
working outside.

Watch it, dad.

The azalea!

Oh, god.

- You stupid bloody man!

That cost me 50 pounds!

- I thought it was a weed.

- Oh, did you?

Well, that shows how much
you know about gardening.

That is coming out
of your money!

Jason, don't bring him
back here again.

- This is my house.

- And I don't have any say?

- I can't manage the
garden on my own.

- Gardeners are ten a penny.

- Why do you treat
them like that?

- They call themselves
bloody gardeners.

- It was an accident.

What is really the
matter, my darling?

- I feel all alone.

Let's be honest, Andrew.

What do we really
have in common?

- I thought you like
being with me.

- We never see anyone else.

We never go anywhere.

- I don't understand what it
is that you want me to do.

- But you never ask!

Excuse
me, have you got

any other colors on this one?

- I'm not sure about that brand.

I'll just check for you, okay?

Excuse me.

I don't think she paid for that.

- I've got a bit more on one
of the guests at Arcadia.

Top government scientist
Andrew Caulfield

talks openly and frankly about
the threat of germ warfare

in today's climate of fear.

He attended the C5
conference for the last time

before retirement with
his long-term partner

and research fellow,
Jill Caulfield.

- Well, it says here that
Caulfield went to Arcadia

with a Jane Caulfield.

- Well, it could
be a second wife.

- Yeah, records office say
that Jill Caulfield died

not long after the article
was written.

And apparently, Jane,

she was her nurse at
Wetherton Royal Infirmary.

She nursed Jill right
through to the end.

- She wasn't the only one
getting a bed bath then.

Enjoying
yourself, Mrs. MacAlpine?

- Yeah, yeah, thank you.

- Hey, Robert mate, come on.

Join in.

- I don't dance. I'm drying up.

- Come and have a dance?

You're boring!

You're
making a fool of yourself.

- Mrs. Lennox?

Mrs. Lennox!

- Have you seen my wife?

- Yes, I saw her
go over that way.

- Thank you.

Sorry, sorry.

- Barbara, are you there?

- I am just trying to
have a good time.

- You are being stupid.

- And you are like a wet blanket

hanging around me all the time!

- Excuse me, have
you seen my wife?

No, I haven't.

Laura!

Laura!

Robert?

Hang on.

- Jim, don't!

Jim!

Somebody help!

Please, help him, somebody!

Jim!

Come on, Jim, take
him over here.

Here!

Jim.

Somebody help!

Mrs. Caulfield.

- What now?

We wanna
speak to your husband.

You know you went to Arcadia

at the same time as Susan
Goodman and Angela Veitch.

- Yes, about six weeks ago.

- They both died from
teltroxin poisoning.

Take a good look at them.

- I have no real recollection
of either of them.

- Why did you go to
Arcadia, Mr. Caulfield?

- It was Jane's idea.

She thought we needed some fun.

- Has anyone ever asked you

about your work or
about teltroxin?

- Or how to make it?

- I haven't worked with
chemicals since I retired.

It's not fruitcake.

You'll need a laboratory
to make teltroxin.

And I am bound by the
Official Secrets Act.

- What about Mrs. Caulfield?

- Jane knew that I worked
at Downbuckland, that's all.

I think she had an
idea that I've seen

some sort of espionage
or something.

It has not been
possible to connect your call.

Please try again later.

- Oh, god, answer the
phone, bloody woman.

- It looks as though

she was knocked unconscious
and then drowned.

I'll bet there'll be water
in her lungs at postmortem.

SOCO seems to think she
was struck with oar.

- Why change the MO?

- From that I understand,

you wouldn't use teltroxin
outside.

It could blow back in your face.

You couldn't control it.

- Next time you decide
to play Superman,

make sure you wear your
tights under your underpants.

It will keep you warmer.

- I'll have to borrow
a pair of yours.

- I thought those
days were over.

- Me too.

- Sorry to break up the fun.

Superintendent Dalziel.

This is DI Pascoe.

We need to,

thank you.

We need to ask you about
Laura MacAlpine.

- You don't know why
she left the party?

- No.

- Did you see anyone
else around?

- Why should we?

- How well did you know her
and her husband, Mr. Webster?

- Well, we didn't.

We only just met them
here a couple of days ago.

- Sorry, my husband's just
pulled a man out of the water.

I don't think you should be
treating him like a suspect.

- How is Robert?

- He'd be dead if you
hadn't jumped in.

- Who'd want me?

I couldn't have nailed down
a job as a shelf stacker.

- Yeah, well, if you're
gonna start again--

- Yeah, well, the two of
you make me feel expendable.

You working for that
bastard, Fairmile.

Jason will be batter
off without me.

- I just bring in the money.

Jason as well.

- Yeah, but don't you
think I want to do that?

I feel useless.

- You're not useless.

- Was there ever a time,

a time when you felt you'd
be better off without me?

I know I've been
really miserable.

- Of course not.

- You said that too
quickly, Pauline.

- Look,

after all the time and
effort I've invested

in this marriage, I'm not
going to throw it away, am I?

And anyway,

I love you.

- A lot of women wouldn't.

- Well, I do.

- What Caulfield said was true.

Special branch know everything
about him,

the calls he makes,
friends he has.

Did he work
with teltroxin?

- He worked with lots
of chemicals.

What motive would
he have to kill

Angela Veitch or Susan Goodman?

- Let's find out then.

- And we were with him tonight

when Laura MacAlpine
was murdered.

- Maybe he had an accomplice.

We'll search the MacAlpines'
room, check the bank account.

And let's add the Caulfields
into the pot while we're at it,

see if any of the missing
money has gone there.

- Sir, SOCO found this
in the bushes.

It's Laura MacAlpine's phone.

- That must have been knocked
from her when she fell.

- Let's have it here then.

- There's a text message on
it sent as 6:55 this evening.

- I'm here.

Who's here?

- Someone called Barbara.

There's also a message
telling her where to come.

- Have we tried to call it?

- Just rings.

There's no answer phone message.

- Well, whoever this
missing Barbara was,

she was already there
down at the river.

- Yeah, Pascoe.

Sir, sorry
to interrupt.

It's about your daughter.

- Why can't Rosie
talk to me, Andy?

I just don't understand
why she's stealing.

- Peter, look at this.

It's been
ripped open.

- What did I tell you?

- 20,000 pounds, withdrawn
three days ago.

What am I gonna tell your mom?

You're making things
impossible for both of us!

- Sorry.

- Yeah, we talk, you say sorry,

then you go and do
it all over again!

- I'm sure Rosie has
an explanation, Peter.

- Stay out of this please, Andy!

Do you want a criminal record?

'Cause that's what's
gonna happen.

- I don't know.

- What do you mean
you don't know?

You think there's any
chance they won't pursue it?

- I think that store
always prosecutes, sir.

- Have you talked to the police?

- Nah, they won't believe me.

Would you?

- No, I wouldn't believe
you either.

How much?

- 20,000 pounds.

- Well, don't tell me you
couldn't do with the money.

- Everything feels so
unreal at the moment.

Susan's dead,

and all this money just
turns up on the doorstep.

- Well, maybe you're
supposed to do

some of those things
Susan wouldn't let you do.

You could fix that old
camper van, go touring again.

- Yeah.

I suppose you're right.

- That was a brave thing
you did last night.

- It was a bloody stupid thing,
diving drunk into a river.

- Oh.

I could have lost you.

- I bet there've been plenty
of times when you wish you had.

- Can we go home?

- Well, we can't just leave.

We need to see how Robert is.

- Then can we go home?

- Get us a whiskey.

Who's that from?

- Oh, just one of those
phone company messages.

- You just looked like
you were expecting it.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

I hate this place.

- You're not involved with
someone else, are you?

- Of course not!

- There's just all these text
messages you've been getting.

- They're just junk, you know,

do I want to change my
tariffs, that sort of thing.

- If you've been seeing
somebody else--

- Honestly, love, I
just want to leave

and go home.

- Is a Mrs. Lennox staying
here, please?

- Didn't you stay with us?

- Yeah, six weeks ago.

I was expecting her,
but she never turned up.

Is she here this week?

- She was supposed to
be, but she's canceled.

Do you want me to see if
I can call her for you?

- Excuse me, are you
looking for Mrs. Lennox?

Yes.

- Home hubbies?

- Why, are you?

- Yes.

- I'm really worried.

Have you heard what's
been happening?

- Sorry I was so long, love.

Oh, my god.

What's this?

What exactly did
she say when you told her?

- She said her husband
must have gone for a drive

so she went for a walk.

When she got back, her
husband wasn't there.

But I'm not sure I
believe her, sir.

- Meaning what?

- She just seemed all
panicked and grief stricken.

- Let's go and see her then.

- My dad's not well.

Mom's had to go home,
dropped Rosie at the station.

- Sir, Christine Webster
has checked out.

- Where do the Websters live?

- Longmaster, it's miles away.

- Well, let's get the local
uniform around to her house,

see if she's turned up.

- We've screwed up, Peter.

- Someone walked
over your grave?

- This place, it gives
me very bad karma.

- Rosie, could you step
outside for a moment, please?

- I'm on a chat line.

- Rosie!

- I'm talking to a guy in
Prague, Snoop Dogg fan.

- I tell you what, why don't
you use my office for a bit?

Take your pens and
paper with you.

It'll only be for a
few minutes, love.

I don't like these chat
lines, you know.

When I was Rosie's age, I used
to go down to the youth club.

- Sir, Christine Webster's
bank statement.

It shows she withdrew
20,000 pounds

two days before she
arrived at Arcadia.

- So she must be on the run.

- Maybe she was frightened.

Perhaps the teltroxin
was meant for her.

- I still think all roads
lead to Arcadia, Peter.

- Yeah, but who to?

We've got nothing on Fairmile.

- Neither Susan Goodman
or Angela Veitch's husband

were able to five a reason

why their wives might
be blackmailed.

- So all we've got is
Laura MacAlpine's husband.

- Poor sod probably
doesn't even know

his wife's been murdered.

We're very sorry, Mr. MacAlpine.

Do you know of any reason
why your wife

might have been blackmailed?

- Why would she have withdrawn
20,000 pounds from her bank?

- We've talked about
her gambling,

but she always said she
was completely in control

and I believed her.

- Where did she gamble?

- On the internet.

- That's usually done
by credit cards.

You wouldn't need cash.

- Did you or your wife
know Brian Fairmile

before you entered Arcadia?

- When we found your
wife's mobile phone,

there was a text message
from someone called B,

possibly Barbara someone.

Do you have any idea
who that might be?

- We've only been together
for two years.

They were good years.

She was very exciting
to be with.

She gave me all sorts
of new experiences.

When she said she wanted to
go to the Arcadia, I agreed.

I don't really know why
she insisted on going.

What?

- It's important, sir,
about last night,

that business with Rosie.

- Well, no one's blaming you.

- Well, I had a word with
Mr. Karib, the store manager.

And?

- It's sorted.

It wasn't your call.

- Sorry, sir.

- Mr. Caulfield?

- Hello.

You don't know me,

but you met my wife at
Arcadia, Pauline Parker.

She works there.

- What did you say
your name was?

- I didn't.

It's Terry, Terry Parker.

I'm here because the
same thing happened

to a friend of mine, Paul
Goodman, his wife, Susan.

- Oh, yeah, right, okay.

Are you
coping alright?

- Yeah, well.

It hasn't really hit home yet,

but Angela and me, we...

- You can tell me
if you want to.

- Oh, we,

she tried hard with me,

but now I'm back doing
the only thing

I really know how, back
working at the post office.

- It should be a great thing

having your old friends
around you, your mates.

- Not many of them left now.

They took early retirement
like me.

- Yeah, I wasn't given
that choice.

They made me redundant.

- It looks like neither
of us got what we wanted.

- Yeah.

Well,

I didn't come here
to talk about me.

I just wanted to see
if you were alright,

and I'm sorry to have
bothered you.

- Thanks, that's
very considerate.

- We've all still got
a few dreams left, eh.

- Yeah.

- Please, don't tell dad.

- Rosie, I can't.

- Promise.

- What you're asking me to do--

- You're my friend.

- I can't let you go
through with this.

- Please.

- If you promise to
tell your dad yourself,

then I won't tell
him you told me.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.

I did try.

- I'd heard all about your
intimate management style.

Hello, love.

Is your name Barbara?

- No, I'm Linda.

- Well, in that case,

you can take your good
vibrations somewhere else.

I need to speak to
your guru alone.

Right.

Four people are dead, one is
missing, and they've all been

at your establishment
in the last few weeks.

What's the story?

- Well, I've been completely
shattered

by these awful events.

It's an absolute negation

of everything this
place represents.

But I don't know how
I can help you.

- I'll ask you again,
Mr. Fairmile.

Did you kill them?

- Oh, good god, no.

Why do you think,
how do you think--

- We know that you have affairs

with some of your female guests.

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

- You've been seen
by your staff.

- Who?

- What happened?

Run out of money, did you?

Spent it all on this place.

Did you try to blackmail 'em,

threaten to tell their husbands?

Maybe they were gonna
turn you in.

We already know what a greedy
ruthless bastard you are.

There are several hundred
pensioners out there

who can vouch for that.

- You have absolutely
no proof of any of this.

- You think so?

- Oh, shit.

Oh, god.

- What's going on?

I need a break.

- Without me?

- Yes, without you.

- Something's going on.

You're involved in something.

What is it?

- I just need to get away
from this house and you.

Oh, it's not your fault, Andrew.

It's mine.

- Something happened
at Arcadia, didn't it?

The women who went there,
they all died.

Have you taken the teltroxin?

- Oh, please, leave me alone.

- Why have you taken 20,000
pounds from our bank account?

- That's my business.

- That's not strictly
true, is it?

- I don't know why I
ever came to live here

in the first place.

I have hated every minute of it,

living with an old bloody man!

No!

You stay away from me.

- Is he lying?

- You know what,

I don't think this has
got anything to do

with blackmail at all.

So it's not
blackmail and not gambling.

What was the money for?

To buy something.

- Dad, something really
weird happened today.

- Oh, yeah?

- The police came around again.

What about?

- They were asking
questions about a Barbara,

if Susan had anything
to do with gambling.

- Don't worry.

Keep things to yourself.

Hide the money somewhere,
alright?

- I don't know, Terry.

I'm starting to feel
very pressured.

I think I might have
to tell the police.

- I wish some anonymous
benefactor would give me 20
grand.

- Oh.

- Take your time and
you think about it, eh?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?

- I had nowhere else to go.

- Shit!

- I can't go to the police.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, Pauline.

- My pleasure.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Pauline.

Good.

There's something I
wanted to tell you.

- Can you make it quick,
please, Brian?

I want to get home.

- You're doing too much.

- What are you trying to say?

- Well, love, this is a
business decision

more than anything else.

I want you to scale
down your work here,

create a new opportunity
for someone else.

I mean I'd love you to continue
with the computer stuff.

I mean you're really
good at that.

But the dance and tai chi,
I think we should bring in

someone that our customers
can really relate to.

- Yeah, I think what you're
trying to say is the men

who come here would rather
see someone younger.

- Well, I wouldn't put
it quite like that.

- The road to Arcadia
leads to this, does it?

Chucked out on the scrap
heap in favor of the...

- I wanted to meet
you in my office.

I wanted to avoid this.

Pauline, this is Colette.

- Yeah, I know who this is.

- Pauline, I have to
think of the company.

- I think you'll have plenty
to think about, Brian.

- I've always shown
you total loyalty,

which is more than can
be said for you.

- Robert MacAlpine has
an insurance policy

with the Scottish Prudence
for 150,000 pounds.

I also checked his wife's
credit card statements.

She was over 40,000 pounds in
debt mainly because she pays

500 pounds a week into an
online gambling account.

- 25,000 a year?

- How much did she win?

- That's how much she lost.

- Well addicts have killed
for less than 25 grand.

- I'm seeing a shape
emerging here.

These women could have
had one thing in common,

a reason to get rid
of their husbands.

Now we know that Susan
Goodman wanted to run off

with her lover, and the Veitchs'
marriage was a living hell.

Laura MacAlpine needed her
husband's insurance money

to feed a habit.

- And Christine Webster?

- I don't know.

But there's her dead husband
and a missing 20 grand,

so it's not a stretch, is it?

- So who's got the
missing money?

I don't think I can
do this, Andy.

- You'll find a way.

- No.

No, it's not gonna work.

- You better look at this.

I told her better make sure

she haven't got sticky
fingers again.

I think I found the reason
she's been shoplifting.

That's how much she
wants to stay.

- She looked straight at the
CCTV camera in the supermarket.

- She wanted to be caught.

- You've been shoplifting so
you'll have a criminal record.

- I just wanna be with
you here at home.

- Listen, Rosie, of
course I want you back.

I miss you.

I can't tell you how much.

But you've gotta think
what it'd be like.

I'll never be there to
pick you up from school,

help you with your homework.

Most weekends, I'm chasing
up after some case or other.

- Weekends, I can
be in your office.

I can make myself supper.

- No.

You shouldn't be hanging
around waiting for me.

You need a full-time dad or mom.

- Why can't grandma look
after me until you get home?

- Grandma's got grandad.

- I'm 13 now.

- Yeah, but not 18.

It wouldn't be fair
on you, Rosie.

However much I love you
and want this to happen,

I'd be a really selfish
dad if I kept you here.

Come on.

Your mom loves you very much.

She can give you everything
I can't right now.

I know it's hard,

but you've just gotta
trust me on this, Rosie.

- You never visit me.

- What about we go
back together?

And I promise, from now on,

I'll go and see you every
school holiday, okay?

- Andrew?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry

about the plant.

And I hope I didn't
upset your wife too much.

- No.

- I don't want it to affect
Jason and his job here.

- Thank you.

- Would you

apologize to your wife for me?

- Jane's gone.

- Sorry.

- She's left me.

- I'm so sorry.

- So am I.

- I hope you don't think

I'm speaking out of
turn, Mr. Caulfield,

but in my opinion, you're
better off without her.

- Would you go now?

Please.

- A couple of days ago.

Couldn't
you have told us sooner?

- I didn't think it was
important until today.

You sure
it was Jane Caulfield?

- I'm sure.

She and Christine Webster

were having a very nervous
conversation.

- She was asking about
Barbara Lennox.

- Yeah.

- What was it she said again?

- I'm really worried.

Do you know what's happened?

And they said something
about home hobbies.

- Home hobbies?

- That's what it sounded like.

- Okay, thanks.

Special
branch had him

under surveillance did they?

His wife's missing.

He's dead.

And somewhere, there's
a bottle of teltroxin.

He'd need
to keep it refrigerated

or have a lab somewhere.

- Well, you can't
just walk out of

Downbuckland with this stuff.

like people nick staplers
from the office.

- It looks like he's
been using it

to kill garden bugs
and rats, sir.

There's patches where
he must have

sprayed something pretty lethal.

- And Jane Caulfield's
phone's turned off.

It looks like all her stuff's
been taken from the bedroom.

So now we've got two
women on the run,

her and Christine Webster.

- I would like to offer
my sincere apologies

for any inconvenience
you may have been caused.

Of course, if any of you
would prefer to leave,

all monies will be refunded.

Meanwhile, I give you my
personal pledge to continue

to try and make this a
unique and happy experience.

- Fairmile.

- Terry.

- Why did you sack my wife?

- Would you like to
talk in my office?

- You and your father
defrauded 5,000 pensioners,

destroyed their lives,
including mine,

but that wasn't enough
for you, was it?

You had to humiliate my wife,
deprive her of a living.

God knows what you've got
to do with all these deaths.

- That's enough.

I'd like you to leave.

- I should have done
that years ago.

- Now you wouldn't keep
teltroxin in a place like this.

It needs to be kept cold.

That's supposed to be bad luck.

- I'll take that chance.

What's under there?

- It looks like an
old ice house.

Well, that won't
do you much good.

- Just get that lot in here.

- I didn't think you
had it in you.

- I went back to see
Andrew Caulfield today.

His wife's left him.

- Are you trying to
get your job back?

- No, just to see that
Jason's was okay.

I'm a liability, remember?

- You're not.

- It's all going wrong, Pauline.

- What is?

- My life.

- Oh, come on.

No one's life goes perfectly
all the time.

- Bloody hell, you scared me.

- I just went to get some
things while you were asleep.

We can't starve.

I can't go on like this, Jane.

- What?

- I am turning myself in.

- No!

For god sake, listen,
you can't do that.

What will you say to them?

- I won't say anything
about you.

- Oh, well, I think
they'll find out anyway.

Listen, I'm gonna get
hold of Barbara.

I am gonna track her down.

- Why?

What good will that do?

How would you know that
she isn't the one

who's killing us all?

- Peter.

It's confirmed.

Traces of teltroxin were found

in Andrew Caulfield's
secret hiding hole.

Jane Caulfield, bored
living with a man

old enough to be her father.

She has a fling with
Brian Fairmile

while they're at Arcadia.

- Is Fairmile part
of the conspiracy?

Do you want
us to bring him in, sir?

- No, it's not him.

He's a sleazeball alright,
but he's too exposed

and too careless about
his little peccadilloes.

Now the key thing is did the
women meet before Arcadia.

If so, where?

And whose idea is
it to go around

bumping off all their husbands?

Is Jane Caulfield the ring
leader, or is there someone else

lurking in the shadows,
this Barbara person?

Snoop Dogg.

- You what?

- Chat rooms, internet chat
rooms, a place where strangers

can meet without ever
leaving their homes.

That's the perfect place for
a plan like this to develop.

I bet it started as
a bad taste joke.

You know, women complain
about their husbands,

egging each other on,
a sort of game.

- And then you turn it
from a game into reality.

- Home hobbies, can
that be a website?

- I arranged to meet
Barbara, yeah.

It was her that suggested
we all meet at Arcadia,

only she wasn't there.

- I chatted to her for weeks.

- Me too.

When I heard teltroxin
was involved, god,

I didn't know what to think.

You see, my husband, well,
he's one of the few people

who could have had access to it.

He's a scientist.

He illegally took some to put
on his garden, but I checked.

I checked it and it
was still there.

- She tricked us all.

Now she's trying to kill us all.

- Do you know I thought that
was her when you came in?

- You said you told her
about this place?

- I did.

- So she knows where we are.

- We've got a home hobbies,

but it's just a fancy
football club.

- How about all the sites
that deal with all this?

- There'll be thousands
and thousands of them.

- Keep trying, Parvez.

- It's a needle in
a haystack, Andy.

- Try home hubbies.

He-he-hey.

How do we
find out who owns this?

- You do a who-is search on
one of the dot com registers.

- How easy would it be
to discuss murder?

- Very easy, sir.

You just go into a
private chatroom,

or you can exchange
addresses, go into messenger,

and you can talk
privately there.

Look, a list of the members.

- Stop.

There's Barbara Lennox.

Mr. Caulfield's dead.

- But I only spoke to
him a few hours ago.

- It was suicide.

I heard you talking to Paul
Goodman on the doorstep

about his wife and some money.

There's something else, dad.

I think Mr. Caulfield had
something under his shed.

- Well, if he did, the police
would have found it by now.

They're all over the place.

- What if he's the one who
killed all those women?

They'll wanna know why I
didn't say something sooner.

- Well, what could
you have told them?

He was just a retired
man you garden for.

- I knew he was a
scientist at Downbuckland.

- Yeah, but that doesn't mean

you have any reason to
suspect anyone, does it?

- Dad, we've been working
there for six weeks.

- He used it as an insecticide.

That's all.

- How did you know?

Dad?

- He told me.

You just say nothing.

You saw nothing,
you know nothing.

That way, you stay
out of trouble.

- Sir?

Yeah.

- I traced the website

from the international
domains register.

You won't believe
who it belongs to.

- I'm taking your advice, Terry.

I'm getting the old van ready,

planning a trip to
the lade district.

Sit yourself down.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

Hey, I tell you what.

You don't fancy coming
with us, do you?

Can we
come in, Pauline?

- Yeah, of course.

- I understand that you're
the owner of this website.

Yes.

Why did
you set it up?

- Originally, it was a help
group for Fairmile pensioners.

So many of the men were
shattered by what had happened.

Then gradually, it became
more about the problems

the women were having
with their husbands

being home all day.

They could, you know,
compare notes,

try to help each other
cope with the damage.

- Did you realize that
some women were using it

to swap ways of killing
their husbands?

- You're joking.

- Don't you ever check the site?

- Since I started work,
I haven't had time.

- You mean this just rolls on

and people use it to plan
murder and nobody knows?

Her full name's Barbara Lennox.

She's the spider at
the center of this web.

- Oh, god.

Barbara Lennox was the name of
my husband's first girlfriend

when he was a young man.

- Where is your husband?

- I don't know.

- I did it for you, Paul.

There's a place on the
internet where women go.

I chatted to Susan for
weeks, every night,

pretended to have the same
problem, a disposable husband.

She was prepared to pay this
other woman 20,000 pounds

for teltroxin to kill you.

I mean I couldn't let it happen.

You're my oldest friend.

I hate her, Paul.

- Get out!

- Sorry, Paul.

Think of it as a debt repaid.

I didn't do it for
the money anyway.

- I never interfered up here.

I thought he just needed
a space of his own.

I never dreamt,

I just wanted him
out of the way.

He was so bloody miserable
all the time.

I just couldn't cope.

What's he doing?

Look at these.

Conversations with somebody
called Jane.

- Jane Caulfield.

- Let's get a uniform at the
Parkers' house right away.

- Done, sir.

We've got Mrs. Parker
in a hotel.

- There must be some clues to
where Jane Caulfield's gone.

- I found something.

She refers here to a
flat in Barnsbridge,

a place she kept
where she'd go to

when things got too
much with Andrew.

- It's ironic, really.

I know I planned Jim's death,

but I knew I could never
go through with it.

And now she's killed him anyway.

- I could never go
back to Andrew now.

- When I was out,

I saw a newspaper headline.

- And?

- He killed himself
this morning.

- Oh, god.

- If you cared so
much about him,

why did you get involved
in all this?

- But we planned to.

- Why is somebody
trying to kill us?

- It's alright.

Take it.

She's not gonna get us.

Shit.

Barbara?

It was Terry Parker.

Remember, he's got
the teltroxin.

Better tell the Downbuckland
where we're going.

- Mr. Parker?

- I stole the teltroxin
from under your nose.

- You're Barbara Lennox.

- You women, you think
you're so clever,

whining and gossiping about

those poor men you
were married to,

daring each other.

You heartless cows.

One of the women on that
site was married

to a friend of mine,
Paul Goodman.

And your husband, he was a good,

kind, gentle man.

He didn't deserve a
monster like you.

Shut up.

I don't wanna hear you
open your mouth again.

I'm going to give you
a choice of how to die,

which is more than you
would have given Andrew.

Oh, no.

Jason?

You get away from here!

- What have you done?

Is somebody in there?

Dad!

- Get away!

Jason, no!

Get away!

I'm sorry, Jason.

I love you, lad.

- Bullocks.

Are you alright?

Are you okay?

- My dad is up there.

Go and
take care of her.

Yes, sir.

- Glad I'm not married.

Alright then.

Dad's straightened
me up.

I'm glad he coming back
with me though.

That's us.

- Hey, don't forget to get me
on my SOS messenger thingie.

- Alright.

Bye, Uncle Andy.

- Come here.

Take care.

- I'll see you in a week.

Try not to miss me.

- As if.