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- William?

Roberta?

Dear God!

- I'm sorry, ma'am, wait.

- Where's William?

Bobbi, what's happened?

- Olivia, I'm so sorry.

DS Nies.

- What's happened?

Where's William?

- I'm afraid ah--

- Murdered.

William's murdered.

- Murdered?

He can't have, I mean, I--

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, no.

- Roberta.

They told me.

I can't believe it.

- If you don't mind, sir.

Her clothes will need to be examined by forensics.

- What?

Bobbi. Bobbi?

- She hasn't said a word since Father Hart found her.

- It's me, Richard.

- Come on, lads.

Let's get her in the ambulance, please.

- Bobbi, Bobbi.

It's all right, Bobbi.

You've always got me.

Bobbi.

- It's the bride that's supposed to be late.

All right.

- An important case has come up we'd like

to assign you to.

- Right, thank you, sir.

- We'll save the briefing until your senior officer's here.

- Who will I be working with?

- Detective Inspector Lynley.

- Is that a problem, Sergeant?

- No sir.

No problem.

- Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here

in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation

to join together this man.

.

- No thanks, I've got things.

- She claims she's being deliberately excluded

from all the good jobs.

She can hardly go running to her tribunal

if she's working a high-profile case

with one of our top officers.

- But aren't you creating more of a problem for yourself?

Risking a class between Barbara Havers and Lynley?

- Are we talking Lynley the Detective Inspector?

Or Lynley the 8th Earl of Asherton?

- The fast track to Oxford golden boy?

Arrogant, aristocratic.

Ponce, I remember being one of her phrases.

- Well, with a bit of luck she'll lose her rag

and punch him.

She'll be out of the force with no comeback.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

- Not many people could've done what you did today.

- Yes, well, I suppose there was always a hope, Helen.

- You didn't really think she wouldn't

go through with it?

- No.

Besides, what a waste of a speech.

Spent hours on that.

- I particularly like the joke about the garden gnome.

- Bob Fellow, custody sergeant.

- Let's make a pact.

Let's come here again in 10 years time,

raise a glass, and you'll think, was that me?

Did I really feel like that?

- Promise?

- Have I ever lied to you?

- Inspector Lynley?

- Yes?

- Havers.

Sergeant Havers.

I'm here on police business.

- Not today, surely.

Must be urgent or they wouldn't have

sent the sergeant.

- I'll wait back inside.

- You can say no.

- Make my excuses for me, will you?

- Tommy, you just can't leave without saying goodbye.

- You might as well know now so you can be

rehearsing your objections.

- I'm on a case with you.

Must have done something to upset the boss.

Maybe it's his idea of a joke.

- Maybe he thought we'd make a good team.

- You're not really leaving?

- Work, sorry.

- We're off ourselves soon.

- Where?

- I don't know, it's a surprise.

Simon told me to pack my passport.

Hello, I'm Deborah St. James.

- Oh, I am sorry.

Havers.

- Uh, Barbara Havers.

Running off, Tommy?

- Well it must be important.

Webberley knows--

- Yes, yes, of course.

Well, thank you very much for everything.

We're expected on the dance floor.

- Right.

- Where's your car, sir?

- Hmm?

Ah, I didn't bring one.

Have to go in yours.

- You're not certainly dressed for it.

- I'm sure you can let your standards slip for once.

- An officer in the Yorkshire Police has been

suspended on allegations of corruption.

At the same time he and his team were beginning

another murder investigation.

- Where do we fit in?

- The deputy chief constable isn't sure

how widespread the problem is,

so for the purposes of public accountability,

he wants an officer from another force

to take over the murder case.

I'd like you to go.

- What are we looking at?

- Did you read about William Tey?

- He was decapitated.

Discovered by his 16-year-old daughter

who is now hospitalized in a traumatic state.

- Tey was killed last Saturday night in his barn.

The girl was found by a local priest the following day,

sitting, staring at her father.

Under the victim's body was the corpse

of his dead sheepdog.

- Murder weapon?

Ax, wiped clean, no prints.

- Is the daughter a suspect?

Not as far as the local officers are concerned.

They're still waiting for forensics.

- Anyone else in the household?

- No.

Decapitation, traumatized teenager,

localized police corruption.

A good result is important

for all of us.

- I better get going.

Can I have a word, Inspector?

- Havers, why don't you go home and pack.

I'll get your address off the duty roster

and pick you up in a couple of hours.

- Yes, sir.

- Yorskshire and Sergeant Havers.

- Hillier thinks you're the best man for the job.

- Then I better repay his confidence and find the killer.

- You've got nothing to prove, Lynley.

- Finally decided.

Greece.

- All right.

- It was Stone, Turkey, or Greece.

- Mom, I've got to go to Yorkshire tonight.

- That's nice.

- I'm gonna ask Mrs. Stevens to come over and stay, okay?

Okay.

Eh, Mrs. Stevens?

Ah, Barbara Havers.

Look, I've got to go away tonight.

Yeah, I'm sorry it's such short notice.

Yeah, well I'll speak to social services first thing.

Mom, go to the toilet.

Well, I wouldn't ask, only it's an emergency.

Please?

Thank you.

You have saved my life.

Okay, um, I'll leave the money in the usual place.

Yeah, okay, thanks, goodbye.

Mom, go to the toilet!

- I'm Inspector Lynley.

I've come to pick up Sergeant Havers.

Ah, is Barbara in?

- Mom!

I'll be out in a minute, sir.

Inspector Lynley, Sergeant Havers.

- That's fine, sir.

Looking at the sock-oh footage,

there were no signs of a struggle,

no bruises to the body.

Let's assume the murder, William Tey,

was pre-meditated.

So we're looking at people who knew him

and had a motive for killing him.

Start with the closest.

Roberta.

- 16-years-old, badly traumatized.

She wiped the ax clean, got rid of the weapon

that killed the dog,

then sat here through the night waiting to be caught.

I don't buy it.

- Maybe she was overcome with guilt.

- Okay, but why kill the dog?

- To silence it.

- Rubbish.

Sorry, sir.

- Carry on.

- Well, she wouldn't have to silence it.

It was her dog.

It would only bark at an intruder.

- True, but what if it realized she was hurting his master?

- Ah, yeah, but the dog has got to have died first.

Tey's body was collapsed over it.

- Now Tey was in pajamas.

Roberta was fully clothed.

What did you make of that dress she was wearing?

- Very girly for a 16-year-old.

She obviously wasn't into fashion.

- Only something you put on to mess around the farm.

- Hot date that night.

- Well, let's see what forensics turns up.

How about this?

Roberta gets up Sunday morning,

dresses for church, can't find her father,

comes in here, discovers the body.

- That sounds right to me.

- Yeah, me too.

Now according to the PM report,

Tey's stomach was full with chicken and mashed

plus barbiturates.

I wonder why the sleeping pills?

- Well, times are hard for farmers.

From the report, he'd only just taken them.

- So what are you saying?

He sleepwalked to the barn?

- Well, no I don't think that's very feas--

- It's a joke, Havers, joke.

Havers?

What does this remind you of?

All these photographs arranged like this

and the candles?

Shrine?

You all right?

- Yeah, of course.

- Who do we think she is?

- Defintely not Roberta.

- Certainly young enough to be Tey's daughter.

- Inspector Lynley, investigating the William Tey murder.

You are?

- Richard Tey.

William Tey was my uncle.

- House is cordoned off.

How did you get in.

- Side door.

I've got a key.

Copper out back was having a fag.

- Would you mind turning out your pockets, please sir.

- You've got to be jokin'.

- Something in your possession you don't want us to see?

- Is this the bit where you plant the evidence?

- Do you want me to arrest you for tampering

with a crime scene?

- I wasn't tampering.

- I'm warning you.

You enter this building again without permission

and I'll see that you're locked up.

Who is she?

Why ask me?

Is there some reason you don't want us to know?

- Well, no.

- So why are you deliberately withholding information?

- Look, you haven't got a clue what--

- I won't ask again.

Who is she?

- Tessa.

Roberta's mom, Tessa.

- Where is she now?

- There's been no word of her since she left.

Not that I know of anyway.

- Have you worked on the farm long?

- On and off since I was 16.

Full time for the last two years.

- You must be very worried.

- How do you mean?

- If Roberta sells up, you'll be out of a job.

- She can't.

- Can't sell up?

- Why not?

Why not, Mr. Tey?

- It isn't hers to sell.

- Whose is it?

- It's no secret.

William told everyone.

He was leaving the farm to me.

- Richard Tey, nephew of victim,

main beneficiary to deceased's will.

- Why'd you let him go?

We should've had him in for further questioning.

- Waste of an interview.

The case notes that Yorkshire has given us are incomplete.

- You're the senior officer.

- Something else is missing from the report.

Any mention of a divorce between Tey and Roberta's mother.

Tessa walks out on Tey, abandons her young baby,

and then he builds a shrine in her memory.

- Well obviously the bloke was obsessed.

Some pathetic gits are like that.

The whole thing falls apart and they can't let go.

- He loved and lost her.

And this is his way of punishing himself.

- Well, I'll check the other rooms.

All romances.

- Locked.

Hmm, they may be racy, but they're hardly subversive.

- Girl meets handsome man, falls for him.

After various misunderstandings,

she discovers he's not the catch she thought he was.

He takes her off into the sunset.

Sounds pretty dangerous to me.

Look what I found.

- Wonder who we think she is.

Tessa's sister?

- Roberta's older sister?

- Tessa looks too young to have an older child.

Roberta doesn't appear to be the type

to go in for night lights.

- She's certainly went in for potpourri in a big way.

Or make by the look of it.

- I thought it was meant to improve the smell of a room.

Sir.

- Whoever the girl is, she is the spitting image of Tessa.

- Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but that smell.

It's worse than the stuff somebody wants to pull.

- Quiet.

- Aw, that's disgusting.

No mom, lonely, comfort eats.

Ah, suppose I should go introduce myself

to the murder team.

- Your lordship.

- Sergeant Nies,

I'd like to introduce you to Sergeant Havers.

- DC Pilley.

Should've told us what time you were comin', Tommy.

We could of rolled out red carpet for you.

Where are we?

- We were told to hold everything till you got here.

- Forensics on the girl's clothing?

- Not through yet.

- Have you canvased the village house to house,

car checks?

- We opened the handbook to the page

that says what to do when a murder.

There it was.

Take statements, check for strangers.

I mean, we didn't want to get anything wrong, did we?

- And?

- A few descriptions of strangers.

We're chasing people who left the local

caravan side the weekend.

- If Miss Piggy knows who did it, she's not sayin'.

She's completely out of the box.

- What did you call her?

- Usual nutters on the hot line.

Apart from that, nothing.

- Enough for some corruption charges doesn't exactly

encourage people to take us seriously, does it?

We caught Richard Tey at the farmhouse today

while uniform took a cigarette break.

Those premises should be guarded 24 hours a day.

- Resources are stretched.

Like you said, things have been a bit trickier

since the governor got suspended.

- Can I expect anymore skeletons to come

out of the cupboard?

- Sorry to disappoint you.

Do you know who this is?

- No.

- Was found in Roberta's bedroom.

Who compiled the report on the Tey family?

I did.

It's incomplete.

- Look, we're five men short on this job.

Don't start throwin' accusations about.

- What's a solution to this, Nies?

A fight?

Five rounds in the car park?

- No.

- What's happened to your boss is none of my business.

Raking up the past won't help anyone.

From now on you and your team are answerable to me

and I want the forensics on the dead dog

and Roberta's clothing by tomorrow, understood?

- Yes, sir.

- Now perhaps you'll be kind enough to introduce

me to your senior officer.

Pilley, take my sergeant to get a cup of tea.

- So how come you drew the short straw?

- How do you mean?

- Lynley.

What's the brief?

He has lordship's polo stick.

- Sorry?

they'll all want to join.

It's dressin' up in uniforms,

they like being spanked by nanny.

So how come you got the job?

- What do you think?

- Certainly look like you're a strong enough risk.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

What's the matter?

Can't you take flaming joke?

Don't think you're safe here, you lippy cow.

Lynley don't care who he gets chops in it.

You or Sergeant Nies.

Do you enjoy making me look stupid?

- How exactly did I do that?

- You worked here.

Pretty vital bit of information I'd a thought.

Why, I am your partner.

I had a right to know.

- Now you do.

- Yeah, well I would've preferred hearing it from you.

And why did you send me off with that tosser?

- I thought at any phase we should hear the story

from both sides.

- You and Nies looked like you were going to

kill each other.

What the hell did you do?

- There was an irregularity in a particular procedure.

- Oh, what is that in canteen speak?

You groused that fellow officer?

Well, no wonder we're getting no support

from the local lads.

Does Hillier know?

- Of course.

- Then why did he send you?

Is this some kind of private joke?

What exactly did this Nies bloke do?

- The matter was resolved years ago.

- Yeah, and what happened to your colleagues?

- Nies was busted down to sergeant.

His upper left the service.

- Left?

What, no income, no pension, life ruined?

Oh, and the 8th Earl of Asherton made it

to Detective Inspector.

Have you got a stately home and all the trimmings?

- Yes.

- Huh, so being kicked out of the force

wouldn't make much difference to you then, would it?

- If you find it impossible to work with me

on this case, Sergeant, I'll ask to DC Webberley

to have you replaced.

- No.

- Then I suggest we get on and solve it.

- Yes, sir.

So William usually attended mass.

Is that why you went to the farm?

To see if he was all right?

I made a statement, didn't I?

- Ah, we'd like to hear it from you.

- William and Roberta, that's his daughter,

ah, they never miss.

Very devout man, William.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- No, I don't smoke.

- What happened when you arrived at the farm?

- It was strange.

The front door wasn't locked.

- Anything strange when you went in?

- Yes.

- What?

- The candles were burnt out.

- Candles during the day?

- Votive candles.

William never let them go out.

He don't like that.

I shouted at God.

I said, William was your devoted servant.

He was.

He was my dear and loyal friend.

- We can't trust anything he says.

He's gone senile.

- He's not senile.

He's confused.

- You've had a lovely experience handling dementia, sir?

How about we go and get some fresh air?

Why did you try the barn?

- William was working on it.

Every spare minute he had.

He wouldn't let anyone help.

- What did you see when you went in?

I'm sorry, Father, but I have to ask this.

You open the door to the barn, you go in,

what's the first thing you see?

- Roberta.

- Then what?

In front of Roberta?

- Pajamas.

William in his pajamas.

What about Roberta?

What did she do?

- Just sat there.

I said, Roberta.

Nothing.

- What's her relationship with her father like?

- She worshiped him.

He was devoted to her.

- And while you're waiting for the ambulance

and the police, did she say anything?

Make any noise at all?

- No.

Even when Richard arrived.

Nothing.

We...

It was decided that...

- That she was taken to the local psychiatric hospital.

- Her beloved daddy murdered.

We locked her away.

- Got a name, but it helps.

It's called elective mutism.

Essentially her mind is protecting her from the trauma.

Roberta?

Roberta?

This is Inspector Lynley and Sergeant Havers.

They'd like to speak to you.

Do you mind if they speak to you?

Well, you can try.

- Hello, madam.

My name's Thomas.

I can't begin to understand what a terrible time

this must be for you.

I want to find who did this.

I need your help, Roberta.

I, I do understand you don't want to

think about what happened,

but we can take our time,

go as slowly as you like.

What do you say?

Well, we'll come back and see you soon.

And if you do feel you want to talk to us,

Dr. Samuels knows where we are.

- Oh, no, I can manage.

Thanks, sir.

- Well in that case maybe wouldn't mind

taking these as well.

- Where are you going?

- I won't be long.

Ah, write up today's notes.

See if anything leaps out at you.

Deborah!

Deborah!

- Graveyards.

What is it we're looking for?

- Eh, a little perspective.

To realize we're not alone in loss.

You were also very close to Willam Tey.

- He was the son I could never have.

He said that.

He looked after the accounts,

drew up the rotors.

You concentrate on the higher things, Father.

- Did he discuss his problems with you?

- Well, William had a lot to deal with.

- Tessa leaving.

- Yes, Tessa.

It's very sad.

But Jillian.

Is that Jillian?

- Yes.

- What happened to Jillian?

- It was terrible.

- What was, Father?

- She ran off.

I don't know, it was seven, eight years ago.

Poor William.

I tried, but he wouldn't talk about it.

Couldn't even mention her name.

Jillian.

She was an angel.

One of God's angels.

- No, no wait.

All I'm asking for is 24 hour cover while I'm away.

No, I don't want, my parents don't want to go to a home.

Yeah, well I keep trying to explain

the present arrangements are only short term.

Yeah, yeah, I know that.

I thought that's what I paid my taxes for.

Yeah, look, um, we'll sort this out when I get back.

- Do you want a light?

- Thanks.

You want one?

- Okay.

I'm Danny.

- Barbara.

God, it's so quiet here.

It's giving me a headache.

- Where are you from?

- London.

- We used to live there.

Promised to take me to the clubs.

Pretty good lookin', ain't he?

- Very nice.

- Yeah, I fancied him for ages.

He weren't interested.

Then all of a sudden he notices me.

I don't know, blokes say.

- Do you live near here?

- Yeah, I work at Caldell Hall over there.

Part-time.

Yeah, most of me mates are at college now,

but I can't see the point of having a career.

Not if you want kids.

I think you ought to stay at home

and look after them properly.

I mean, don't you reckon?

- Maybe.

I suppose I better be getting back.

- Have you seen the shrine?

Baby dead right there a year ago.

Newborn baby.

- Whose was it?

- Don't know.

I never found out.

Travelers, I reckon.

- Who could dump a defenseless baby?

They could've at least left her outside a hospital.

- My mom and dad and everyone told me to forget it.

But I cannot.

They were a tiny, little thing.

Dead.

I mean, had her been, or him, walkin' about.

And it'd been lying there fighting for its life.

- What did she expect us to do?

DNA the whole county?

We've got kids in youth hostels.

We've got tourists.

- A day old baby died of hypothermia.

You got kids?

- What's that got to do with it?

- I've got two, and I'll tell you this.

If I got a hold of that woman--

- I would like to see the case files.

- Shouldn't you be concentrating on landin'

those William Tey's murderer?

- I want to see the case papers.

- It's not gonna get you anywhere.

Still, I'm not surprised you're clutchin' at straws.

All those people just willin' Little Lord Fauntleroy

to cock it all up.

- Sergeant Havers.

You must be Inspector Lynley.

- You have me at a disadvantage.

- It's Stepha.

Stepha Odell.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

- Thank you.

That's very charming.

Ezra Farmington, a local artist, painted it.

- Do you know anything about the baby abandoned there?

- No, no one does.

At least no one admits to knowing.

- Thanks. - Ah.

- I only do bed and breakfast,

but there's a pub in the village,

The King's Head, they do food.

Or if you want something special,

there's always Caldell Hall.

- Now I've heard of it.

A friend of mine has raved about the place for years.

Ah, Father Hart was telling me about

Roberta's sister Jillian.

He wasn't very certain about why she left.

- If you want to know about Jillian, ask Richard.

They used to hang around together a lot.

- What about Roberta?

She seems to have put on a lot of weight.

- We went through a bad patch.

First Richard heads off to make his fortune in Fenz.

Then Jillian goes straight afterwards.

William tried to help, but there are some things.

Olivia suggested they go jogging together.

- Olivia?

- Olivia Odell, his fiance.

- We weren't aware of any fiance.

- They'd only made the news public a few days before.

- Odell, is she a relation of yours?

- Sister-in-law, my brother Paul.

He died of Huntington's disease.

- I'm sorry.

Were you upset when you learned that

William and your sister-in-law intend to marry?

- William treated Olivia really well.

Almost too well.

- How do you mean?

- Devotion isn't my thing.

She's a bit of man's woman, wouldn't you say so?

- A dead baby, Tessa's disappearance,

Jillian's, Richard Tey's inheritance,

William Tey's engagement.

We are drowning in information.

- But it's bad, there's nothing to go on.

- Not if we spend all our time running

up and down blind alleys only to find we've lost

the real killer.

- Okay, let's prioritize.

Well, who is the most likely candidate?

- Two women disappear from the same household.

- Never to be seen again until they've found

another patio, you mean?

Maybe Richard Tey killed them.

That's one way of making sure he gets the farm.

- Then he goes for the hatchet and polishes off William.

- Yeah, but why bother?

I mean, he knows he's going to inherit the farm

sooner or later.

- So he told us.

He omitted to mention William Tey'd become engaged.

If Tey lived to marry this Olivia Odell,

maybe the farm would've gone to her.

- Ezra.

I got some, I got some jaw.

We'll go back to your place.

Have you got time?

- Yeah, why not?

You want to be here the whole time?

It's my work!

I know it's your work.

This is my chance up at the farm.

What am I supposed to do?

That's not why you want to be home, is it?

I'm not comin' home because it's my job!

It's what I do!

I've got the farm and it's what I do!

What do you want me to do?

Sit around here all day?

- We have a few more questions we'd like to ask you.

- You caught us at our best.

Straight to bed next.

- In that case we'll try and be brief.

What was the row about?

- It isn't the best time for farmers.

My wife wants me to sell up, move back to the Fenz.

She's got family there.

- But you don't.

- I spent every spare minute when I were a kid

playing on the land.

Driving tractor by the time I were nine.

- And you really love the place?

- You'd ask me what I wanted for Christmas,

I'd a said that farm.

So where'd you go eight years ago?

- Wanted to be me own boss.

- Are you saying your uncle hadn't intended

to leave you the farm back then?

- I don't know.

He never mentioned it.

- Perhaps he was gonna give it to Jillian.

- I doubt it.

I mean, farming weren't her sort of thing.

- What happened to Jillian?

- She left.

- Not long after you.

I'm told the two of you are pretty close.

- She was my cousin.

- Was?

- Is.

What happened between you and Roberta?

- Meaning?

- She wasn't always that fat.

You go away and she puts on stones.

- Jillian and Roberta,

they both had a bit of a crush on me, that's all.

Who can blame them?

I'm an amazing guy.

- It must've been a big shock when you discovered

your uncle was gonna get married again.

- Of course not.

Good luck to the bloke.

Be good for Roberta to have a woman about.

- That's very generous of you,

especially if it meant you lost the farm.

- Why, you think he'd leave it to Olivia?

Only thing she knows about milk is it comes in bowls.

No, William told me, farm were mine, whatever happened.

- Did anyone else hear this conversation?

- No.

He were my uncle.

Somebody cut his head off.

What do you think I am?

- Get Nies to run a check on Richard Tey's previous address.

Circulate pictures of Jillian,

see if anyone ever saw her there.

I want a list of all unidentified female corpses

in the last eight years.

Sir, that's Danny.

The girl from the abbey.

- Fancy a drink?

What do you want this time?

- Oh, I can buy me own.

I know you can.

- Tonic water.

- Don't drink, don't smoke.

Do you have any vices?

- Yeah, of course.

- You from London.

- Yeah, we know.

- A tonic water and a pint of bitter, please.

Sir?

- Hello, Danny.

I'm Inspector Lynley.

You know my sergeant.

- Sergeant?

You never said.

- She was telling me about the dead baby in the abbey.

- That was in confidence.

- In confidence?

Didn't seem like that to you, did it, Sergeant.

- Not at all, sir.

I got the impression Danny was very keen to tell me.

- You asked.

- You run away, leave a baby to die,

and you tell a perfect stranger about it.

- It weren't like that.

- Maybe she told you because she feels guilty?

That would explain why she was hanging around those ruins.

- You mean she knew about the baby?

And they still left it.

Now why would they do that?

- Whatever you are suggesting, you're wrong.

- You ran away because you thought you had a ghost.

- Yeah.

- You and Ezra, a grown man.

Hears one little noise and runs.

What are you saying?

Your boyfriend's a wimp?

- No.

- Sounds it to me, sir.

- No he ain't.

Nobody pushes him around.

You can ask anyone.

- Really?

Like whom?

- William Tey.

- I'd love to, Danny.

One problem.

He's dead.

- What happened between William Tey and Ezra?

- He's not a killer.

I didn't mean he was a killer.

- Isn't it better you tell us rather than

someone who doesn't care about Ezra?

- I'm sorry that old Tey's dead, I am.

But he could be a nasty old fart.

- What did Tey and Ezra fall out about?

- William reckoned that Ezra was trespassing.

He likes to go there painting.

William had no right to stop him.

Ezra could've hit William.

What William did was terrible.

But he didn't.

He just stood there.

He never touched him, I swear.

- Well, what did William do to Ezra?

- William grabbed three of his precious watercolors,

tore them up.

Ezra's beautiful paintings.

All these shreds on the ground.

When we were at the farm in Tey's living room

and saw Tessa's picture and the candles,

you said it really go to you.

What was it?

Nothing.

Learning to work with a new partner

is always tricky.

What?

You and I were hardly

the most likely combination.

If this is a complaint about my work--

- Look, all I'm saying is to be effective,

things have to run smoothly between us.

Like tonight.

Look, I'm on trial here.

Don't think I don't know that.

- You're not listening to me, are you?

- Look, I am not good at the chat, okay?

The analyzing everything.

I am more do and less talk sort of a person.

I'm sorry.

I just got wound up.

I'm over it.

- All right.

It's been a long day.

Is it too late for a nightcap?

- Or course not.

What would you like?

- Large whiskey, please.

Will you join me?

- Why not?

- He reached out with his hand and touched her warm--

- Don't.

I'm ashamed to say I'm addicted.

And to?

- To romances.

The happy ever after school of fiction.

When Paul was dying, I was getting through four

of these things a night.

- Asterisks cover to cover when my father was ill.

- Escape.

Wherever you find it.

- There were a lot of romances at the Tey's.

I don't imagine William was much of a fan.

- Jillian used to love them.

And Roberta was a closet reader.

- Closet?

Well, she hid it from him?

- Probably thought they might remind him of her mom.

Tessa loved them, too.

William always put a brave face on things,

but deep down he never really got over Tessa

leaving like that.

- What do we think Roberta was trying to escape from?

- Everyone needs a little passion in their lives.

Even overweight teenagers.

- Can I get you anything else?

- No, no, thank you.

Hello?

Helen, just wondered how you are.

- Half asleep.

- Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

It's okay.

How are you?

- Fine.

- It's me.

How are you really?

- Truth? Dreadful.

I've got this young girl that's been locked away

in a psychiatric hospital.

Her father's dead.

And my personal shit keeps getting in the way.

All I want is my mind to be clear so I can

concentrate on this case.

- That's hardly surprising, is it?

The woman you love has just got married

to someone else.

You're back in Yorkshire with the dreaded Nies.

And what's the third thing?

There's always a third thing.

- Havers.

For once the film is more exciting than the trailer.

That woman is a mine field.

- There you are then.

Life can only improve.

It will get easier.

Trust me.

- Thank you.

I should stay off the whiskey.

Makes me maudlin.

I'll let you get back to sleep.

- You can ring me any time.

You know that.

- Then I'll call you tomorrow evening.

Sweet dreams.

- Bye.

- No, please.

Just leave me alone.

- Talk to me!

Why won't you talk to me?

Richard, open this door!

Open the door!

- Mom.

- He's not here.

- You're lying!

He's in there!

I know you're in there!

I'm not leaving till you talk to me!

- No trace of Tessa or Jillian Tey.

No credit card transactions.

No hospital records.

They've both completely disappeared.

Apparently Tessa left most of her wardrobe when she left.

- Any police action?

- No, no suspicious circumstances.

Oh.

- I hate it when that happens.

I'll have some.

- The Lodge.

Sorry, say that again.

Where are you hiding?

Come on you pathetic coward!

- Auntie Stepha!

- It's going to be all right.

- Liar.

- You owe me.

You owe him.

Mrs. Odell.

- I'm not going.

I'm not leaving here.

Stupid woman's lying.

He's in there, I know he's in there.

- I'm Inspector Lynley.

This is Sargeant Havers.

- The police.

He called the police.

Look, I mean, I just wanted to talk to him.

That's all.

- How about talking to us instead?

- I don't normally.

We're here to help you.

- See?

Nine years old and she's out of control.

- Attacked in the bathroom, tripped.

Never asked if you just fixed it.

It made me realize how much I needed someone.

Now he's dead.

If I could look Richard in the eyes, just see--

See what?

- You should've heard what he said.

Richard could never hold his drink.

He had the nerve to say to William

if he reckoned he was such a great dad,

how come Roberta was eating herself to death.

Imagine, in the pub.

William hated people knowing his business.

That's the only reason they went into the car park.

William was provoked.

He never normally attack anyone.

- William hit Richard?

- He's lucky he didn't hit him again.

What a nerve.

Just because William was leaving him the farm

didn't mean Richard could tell him how

to run his life.

- Were you and William engaged when this happened?

- No.

He asked me that night.

After taking me home.

- Did William intend to change his will

after he married you?

- Yes, he did.

He told me.

- But how could you and William marry

if he was still married to Tessa?

- They were seeing a solicitor.

About a divorce?

- Yeah.

- Did Richard know that William wanted to change his will?

- Richard's no fool.

Do you believe in evil?

- Do you?

- They found a baby at the abbey a year ago, dead.

I think it was Roberta's.

I think Richard and--

- What makes you say that?

- I caught them embracing.

He had Bobbi really close.

And just before the poor thing was discovered,

I remember her claiming to have some

sort of stomach bug.

Terrible cramps, she said.

- Did you tell William of your suspicions?

- No.

He had so much to cope with.

God, I wish I had.

I mean, if Richard could murder a poor,

defenseless baby.

- You have ruined my life.

- We made an agreement, Ezra, please.

Auntie Stepha.

- I can't run like this.

Sir!

It is Deborah.

- Sir?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Sorry if I gave you a scare.

Let's head onto York, see the solicitor.

- Mr. Tey came in to discuss making a new will

a week before he died.

- Who did he intend leaving the farm to?

- Eh, there was no change there.

His nephew, Richard.

- You're sure?

- Of course.

Simply inserted a clause stipulating that Richard

was to give Olivia the option of staying

in the house if anything happened to him.

- Did Richard know of these new arrangements?

- Mr. Tey said he'd informed him of the changes.

Didn't want his nephew worrying about losing the farm.

- Thank you.

Ah, William Tey never discussed divorce

proceedings against his wife Tessa, did he?

- No, never.

At least not with me.

- Thanks again.

- Great work.

We've just nuked our main suspect's motive.

- We learned something else.

Tey never did discuss divorce with his solicitor.

- Despite telling Olivia that he had.

So she said.

I mean, maybe she's not as helpless as she appears.

Maybe that's what she wanted us to believe.

Older man left by younger woman.

That can't be good for the ego.

His wife and his beloved daughter go

and he makes no effort to trace them.

That seems weird to me.

- Tessa was the wrong person for him.

He knew it'd been a mistake.

He said as far as he was concerned, she was--

- What?

She was dead?

- I didn't mean that.

It's a figure of speech.

Have you spoken to Richard?

- It's what William was doing there, wasn't it?

Grieving for Tessa.

- Grieving?

- The shrine in the living room.

The photos, the candles.

- He loved her.

She was the mother of his children.

- A bit morbid, though.

This obsession with his missing wife.

She isn't missing.

- You know where she is?

- I don't understand.

Why are you doing this?

- Is this really necessary?

Tessa has nothing to do with Olivia.

- Doing what, Mrs. Odell?

- Don't treat me like an idiot.

I know what you're getting at.

You think he killed Tessa.

- Is that what you're thinking?

He killed Tessa.

And built the shrine because he was full of guilt?

- William's the one who's been murdered.

It's his killer you're supposed to find.

- Milk returns, animal feed.

No personal correspondence, nothing.

I'm not even sure what I'm looking for.

- Supplies, debts, Harry Houseman.

- Sounds like one of those daff meetings

when I was a kid.

- Cross my thumb, but see if we can find out

who this Harry Houseman is.

- Sorry.

- This isn't a dick waving competition.

You're just a small time private detective

with no letters after your name.

- I'm on me lunch break here.

- Don't mess us around, Mr. Houseman.

You can't afford it.

- How come?

- Locate William Tey's checkbook

and he paid you a deposit.

Unfortunately he's no longer in a position

to pay your fee in full.

Until we find the murderer and his estate

can be settled, you won't see another penny.

Now what did William Tey ask you to do?

- Trace his wife.

- Tessa?

- Yeah.

- And?

- Found her.

- You found Tessa Tey?

- Oh yeah.

- William Tey's wife.

- Yeah.

- Alive?

- Excuse me, are you Mrs. Tessa--

You found him?

You found my husband?

Yes.

- Oh, God.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.