All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S03E02.A.Traitor.to.Memory.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

Bravo!

- Excuse me.

- Evening, sir.

Let's hear it.

- Female, Sarge,
40 to 60, fatal.

Obviously.

Very extensive injuries.

Doctor Shore thinks she's been
driven over more than once.

- Rules out an accident then.

- Just a bit.

We just found what we think
is her bag under here.

- Got any gloves?

- Sir.

- More light, please.

Mrs. Eugenie Martin.

47 Soltash Green Road, London.

Alright.

I'll come back when
the SIU gets here.

- Evening, sir.

- Barbara.

Glad you could join us, come in.

Now, do you remember
Barbara Havers?

- Of course.

Nice to see you.

- Happy anniversary.

For you.

And this is for you, sir.

But it's official, so...

- So it'll go away
until tomorrow.

Now, help yourself to
a drink, Barbara.

We'll see you later.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you ma'am.

What am I supposed
to call sir's wife?

Where's Helen?

- She's working all
hours this week.

What's in the letter?

- My resignation.

- Have you gone completely
and utterly mad?

- Why?

- This is ridiculous,

you're behaving like
a spoiled teenager.

- Another mistake.

More evidence of my
unsuitability.

- No one says you're unsuitable.

- They've said the
next best thing.

I lost my rank, I'm
under warning.

I would rather have been
sacked than demoted.

- This is madness,
you can't resign.

- Well, that's the one thing

that nobody can actually
order me to do,

stay in the police.

You know the old saying, sir.

We're only 28 days from the out.

- Of course I can't
order you to stay.

- Do you know him?

- Yeah, that's D.S. Brian Leach,

my old crime squad sergeant
when I was just out of uniform.

Good policeman, but not one
you want to be arrested by.

- He doesn't seem very
pleased to see you.

- He never was.

- Well, I don't suppose
he's thrilled

that you've overtaken his rank.

As far as he was
concerned, I always had.

- Where is he now?

- Hamstead.

- He's a long way from home.

- That's just what
I was thinking.

- Well, see you later.

- Driven over more than once.

Impact and speed, and probably
they reversed over her

and then forwards again.

- They wanted to make
sure the job was done.

Eugenie...

- Martin.

Of Strand on the Green.

Divorced.

- Anything known?

- No form.

Oh, and Tommy?

Take Havers.

- Thank you, sir.

It's been a rough ride for her.

- Yes.

- In fact, that envelope
she gave you.

She asked if she could
have it back.

- Oh, did she?

You'd better see you
get a result then.

- Yes sir.

- I thought I was just
going to a party.

- I thought you went
there to resign.

- Yeah, I did.

Can't think why sir put
me on this with you.

- Because he thinks
you're better than you do.

Anyway, you can't resign
from the police force.

Where else can you spend
all night long

standing around in the rain,

while the people you're
protecting insult you?

Have it your own way, I guess.

You're still a police officer
for the next 28 days, alright?

So if you could possibly remove
your head from your rear end

for just a minute, the question
you might want to ask--

- Is why did DS Leach
drive across London

in the middle of the
night to tell Webberley

about this murder?

- If you don't open this door,

I'm going to get somebody
to break it down!

- We do have the trustees
to answer to.

- Damn the trustees.

Excuse me.

- That's my son in there.

He's been there an eternity,
he could have done something

to himself.

Excuse me.

Richard.

- Yes, Rafael, you try.

- Gideon?

Gideon, it's me.

I brought you a brandy.

What's
he doing in there?

Gids!

Come on, you can't stay
in there all night.

- Oh, thank god.

Well, go on, give it to
him, don't just stand there.

Get these people out of here.

- Of course, can we clear
the corridor please now?

Everybody move back...

- What the hell are
you playing at?

Oh, nasty.

- The doctor sure had
to check for the gender.

- Not surprised.

- Excuse me.

- We think this is her handbag.

It was under a car, presumably
thrown by the impact.

- Thank you.

We'll be back.

Purse with her phone, car keys.

Is this?

- A rosary, Catholic.

- DS Brian Leach,
DS Barbara Havers.

- DC Havers.

- Sorry.

Looking for a Rover.

She'd have parked
somewhere nearby.

Here, check the mobile, let's
see who she was in touch with.

- So what would you
like me to do, sir?

- You can see to the
removal of the body.

- I'm a Detective Sergeant,
she's a Detective Constable,

and I get to stand and
watch the ambulance crew

while she chases up
the phones in the cars?

- You got a problem with that?

- Not at all, sir.

After all, you are
the senior officer.

- That's right, I am.

So get on with it.

Both of you.

You alright?

- Yes, sorry, sir.

- Alright, happens to all of us.

Do you know who reported
the body?

- The owner of that house there.

Called us at 9:47 to say he
found it when he arrived home.

That's him watching
through the window now.

James Pitchley.

Got very anty when he couldn't
go straight into his house.

- Why couldn't he?

- He didn't have any ID, sir.

He had to wait until someone
was free to escort him in

and check who he was.

No wallet?

- No sir.

He was very cagey about
where he'd been tonight.

- Was he indeed?

Well, you get onto the
general registry,

see if there are any
files on Eugenie Martin.

And any witnesses?

- Mr. and Mrs. McClain
next door heard a loud bang

just after 9:30.

But they didn't look out,
as they were watching telly.

- Naturally.

- Sir!

She was looking for this road.

James Pitchley, 2 Bishop
Gardens, 9:30.

- Pitchley.

- You know him?

- No, Mason just said he
was the one who reported

finding the body.

She didn't say that
he knew who it was.

- Maybe he didn't recognize her.

- Maybe not.

So she had a meeting with him,

which presumably
she didn't keep,

17 minutes before he
reported finding the body.

- As you would say, sir,
you might have noticed

a slight coincidence.

- I might indeed.

Let's have a look at
Pitchley's car, shall we?

- Not scratched.

This wasn't used to kill her.

- I suppose it was too
much to hope for.

Get it checked anyway.

- Okay.

Well, we know she hadn't
been here before

because of the map and
directions in her car.

But she was
visiting by appointment

late at night.

- On the game?

- It fits.

- No, she wasn't carrying
any condoms.

Not in her bag, anyway.

- The lights are still on.

Why don't we go have a
word with our Mr. Pitchley?

- Before we go, sir.

- Well, get on with it, Havers,
we haven't got all night.

- Well, what DS Leach
said about rank.

Shouldn't he be going with you?

- As long as I'm in
charge of this inquiry,

I decide who does what.

And since this is going
to be your last,

I better make the most
of you, haven't I?

Mr. Pitchley?

- Yes.

Look, it is rather late.

- I'm DI Lynley, this
is DC Havers.

Mind if we come in?

Won't take long.

- Why not?

I've got a very long day
tomorrow, so if you can be
brief.

- How many cars do you have?

- Only one, why?

- Does the name Martin
mean anything to you?

- The personal trainer at
my gym is called Martin.

- Mrs. Eugenie Martin.

- Eugenie?

- That's right, do you know her?

- No.

You sure?

- It's an unusual name,
I'd remember.

- You sure you don't know her?

- I've told you, haven't I?

- Yes, you have.

So I'm wondering why she
had an appointment with you

at 9:30 this evening.

- Why do you say that?

- She had your address
written on a piece of paper

in the front seat of her car.

With directions on
how to get here.

- But I told you that
I don't know her.

- You called the police at 9:47.

As soon
as I found her.

- You knew it was a woman then?

- I can tell the difference.

- The body was badly damaged.

How did you know it was a woman?

- Are you suggesting that
I interfered with the body?

Where
were you tonight?

- Having dinner with a friend.

- Who paid?

- The hell's that got
to do with anything?

- All I asked was who paid?

- If it's really of the
slightest relevance, I did.

- How?

- Why should you possibly
need to know that?

- You can either tell us
here or down at the station,

Mr. Pitchley.

How did you pay the bill?

- Cash.

- You didn't use credit card?

- I wasn't carrying
any credit cards.

- This friend you had
the meal with, name?

- Just a business acquaintance,
I've got it somewhere.

This has been a ghastly
experience.

It completely upset me, it isn't
every evening you find a...

Something like that
outside your front door.

- This is a murder inquiry,
Mr. Pitchley.

It's in your own interest to
give us your friend's name.

- Look here, through
my charity donations,

I happen to know some very
senior people in the police

and I shan't--

- So the answer is you won't
give us the name of the person.

- I'll tell you what
the answer is.

- Hot Tigress?

- That's private.

Come away from there now.

- Oh, she, I assume it is a she,

she sent you an email titled
"Thanks for a lovely evening."

- Right, that's it.

I've nothing more to
say to you whatsoever.

Now I'm going to bed.

And you, you are getting out
of here right this minute.

- Mr. Pitchley, we are satisfied

that your car was
not the car used

to kill the woman we believe
to be Eugenie Martin.

- No, of course it wasn't.

- But we're not satisfied with
everything you've told us.

So I ask you again, did
you know Eugenie Martin?

- No, I didn't know her.

- But you had an appointment
with a woman,

alright, you may not know
her by her real name,

to visit you at 9:30 last night.

- No, I did not.

- So you have no idea why
Eugenie Martin was on her way

to visit you when she died?

- She couldn't have been
on her way to visit me

because I didn't know her.

I found her dead, that's all.

I wish to God I'd just
gone in and ignored it.

- Turning to your emails.

- No, what's that got
to do with anything?

- Super Stud.

That's you, is it?

- It depends what you mean.

- You're sometimes known
as Super Stud.

In the internet chatrooms,
not in real life, obviously.

- Yes, I am.

- And in these chatrooms,
you meet women.

Women of a certain age perhaps.

- It's not a crime.

- Eugenie Martin's age.

Have you ever met Eugenie
Martin there?

- No.

- So you cultivate these
women on the net

and then you meet them for real.

And then you have
dinner with them,

then you take them to the hotel.

The Bentley Hotel, it's called.

- So what?

- So what about the one
you met earlier tonight?

- Hot Tigress?

Was she
Eugenie Martin?

- No.

- Have you ever been there
before with Eugenie Martin?

- How many more times,
I didn't know her.

- What is Hot Tigress's
real name?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- No, I don't know
their real names.

- Well, how do you know
she wasn't Eugenie Martin?

Eugenie was one of your
cyber conquests.

You met her last night.

- No.

- Took her to the
usual restaurant

and then on to the
Bentley Hotel.

- It wasn't her.

- If you don't know
Eugenie Martin,

how do you know that
Hot Tigress wasn't her?

- Their hair.

The body had blonde hair,
the one I met was dark.

That's why I don't take
my credit cards.

I pay cash for dinner.

I don't know who they are.

I never want them
to know who I am.

That's the point.

- He's keen.

- Certainly is.

That's enough for tonight.

Tomorrow, first thing, we
check out Pitchley's alibi

at the hotel.

- I think they will
confirm his story.

- So do I.

Spent the evening with
a woman at the Bentley,

I don't think it was
Eugenie Martin.

He's not telling us everything.

I think he does know her.

So let's keep the pressure
on him, see what he's hiding.

One day down, 27 to go.

- Yeah, sure.

Good night, sir.

- Night.

Hi!

- Hi.

- Got stuck working I'm
afraid, sorry to be so late.

- Yeah, I wondered
where you'd been.

- Been working late yourself?

- Yeah.

Pretty much.

- Well.

Perhaps I can set your
mind at rest.

- What were you working on?

Yes?

- Mr. Martin, we're
police officers.

- First floor.

.

I'm DI Lynley.

- Yes, yes, please come in.

I have a car coming for me soon,

so you'll have to
make this quick.

- We are investigating
your wife's murder.

- My ex-wife.

As I explained to them earlier,
she and I have been divorced

for nearly 20 years.

We haven't seen her
since she left

and we didn't expect
to do so again.

- Well, I do have routine
questions, Mr. Martin--

- Yes, when did I last see her?

She left the house on
July the 11th, 1984.

- And you had no contact since?

- Solicitor's letters later
that year, divorce formalities,

nothing else.

- You said "We haven't
seen her."

- Yes, your hearing's accurate.

I was referring, of
course, to my son.

He hasn't heard from
his mother since the day

she deserted him either.

And since you're there,
would you mind looking out

for a taxi trying to pull up?

- One further matter
of routine, sir.

- Yes, where was I when
all this happened?

Well, I was at the Wigmore Hall,

trying to stop my son from
destroying his career.

- This is him?

- Yes.

Gideon Martin.

- Yeah, the violinist.

- Yes.

Well, I hope I don't
have to say ex-violinist.

I'm also his business manager.

- He was on stage and
then couldn't play.

- Yes, that's correct.

His career came to
a sudden standstill

at the end of the
piano introduction

to Dvorak's Songs My
Mother Taught Me.

And if that taxi ever
arrives, I'm on my way

to continue damage
limitation with the press.

- What went wrong, sir?

- There's nothing
wrong with him.

- Except he can't play anymore.

- Is it nerves?

- There's nothing
wrong with him.

And you're less than
observant, Constable.

My taxi's already there.

Excuse me.

Oh, you bloody idiot.

Get back in the car, you
can't park down there.

Well, I presume that
will be all.

- Thank you for your help, sir.

We'll keep you posted.

- Don't bother.

My ex-wife deserted her
extraordinary son

when he was eight years old.

Not to mention deserting me.

I couldn't care less
what happened to her.

- Didn't know you liked
classical music.

- Working class people
can, you know, sir.

- That's cheap, Havers.

- Alright, sorry, it was.

Actually, I saw it in the paper.

- Which means he was only on
stage for half the program

on the night that his
mother was killed.

The mother who deserted
him as a child.

- So where was he the
rest of the evening?

- Yes?

- We're police officers.

- Yes, of course.

Richard called, I'm Gideon's PA.

Won't you come in?

I've made some tea.

I'm afraid it'll be
two more minutes.

He does his yoga exercises
until then.

Everything in this house
is done on perfect time.

Even his father can't
visit until 3:00.

- This is lovely.

- Thank you.

I make them.

I used to be a violinist myself.

Until I was engaged
to teach Gideon.

First day I heard him, I
knew my career was over.

- What, you don't play anymore?

- No.

I accompany Gideon on the
piano for his practice.

That's all.

It's a privilege.

I was a good musician.

But Gideon is a great one.

But he suffers for it, of
course, as they all do.

Yeah, I read
about the Wigmore Hall.

- Didn't everyone?

- Detective Inspector Lynley,
Detective Constable Havers.

None of us realized how
exhausted he really was.

But it's all back to normal now.

We're off to America
next week and then Japan.

I always dread Japan,
all that raw fish.

- We've spoken to your father.

- Sugar?

- I take it that means
you know I can't play.

It won't stop my father
turning up, trying to force me.

- Is that really the subject
for a police investigation?

- That's enough, Raphael!

Raphael is protecting me.

He always does.

- Of course.

I'm sorry about your
mother's death.

Tell me, what happened
last night at Wigmore Hall?

- I'd give anything to
be able to tell you.

I went on, played several
pieces, froze.

The introduction was
played to Dvorak.

Then blank.

- You left the stage?

- That's right.

I ran back to my dressing
room and locked myself in.

I was in sheer panic.

- Why?

- I've no idea.

- Was it a very difficult piece?

- Songs My Mother Taught Me?

Of course not.

I've played all the show
pieces in the repertoire,

they're all technically
much more difficult.

- So what happened?

- I don't know.

I was fine until the
introduction began.

And then?

- That was when I smelled it.

- What?

- Burning, I could
smell burning.

I had to get away.

Apparently I was in the
dressing room for ages.

I just remember my father
outside, shouting and shouting.

Eventually I let them in.

Raphael gave me a brandy and
then I suppose we came home.

- No, we didn't.

We were there longer than
the concert would have lasted

in the end.

- And since then, I'm all blank.

As far as the music goes,
I can't play, I just...

I just can't.

Tell me, did
you smell any burning

last night at all?

- Burning?

Certainly not.

Though we are of course
completely fire regulated.

- Yes, so just to be clear,
Gideon left the stage

though there and came
down these stairs?

- He ran straight past me.

- You were here?

- Of course I was here,
I'm the manager.

It was a terrible moment.

Gideon's been one of our most
popular performers for years.

Sir?

- Down here.

Thank you.

DC Havers.

So you were saying?

- Yes, he locked himself in.

There was pandemonium,
Richard shouting at him

and the press people got round.

- How long was he locked
in here for?

- Over an hour.

- Did he talk to anyone
through the door?

- Oh, he wouldn't, not a word.

We became extremely
concerned for his safety.

- So he was in here without
making a sound

for all that time?

- That's right.

- Could you open
the door please?

- Yes, of course.

- Something's bothering me.

- You mean apart from we've
just lost our only suspect?

- Actually, something
about Webberley.

When Leach came round

and told him Eugenie Martin
had just been killed,

I don't know, something he said.

Can't put my finger on it.

- You've gone blank, sir.

Hello?

Chris.

Okay, the car paint on
Eugenie Martin's clothing

isn't made anymore.

It's come from a car that's
made by Humber in the 1950s.

Yeah, thanks, Chris.

Okay, bye.

- Divorced?

- What?

- Eugenie Martin of Strand
on the Green, divorced.

That's what Webberley told me

when he briefed me at his home.

But the only identification
on the body

was a driving license.

- Yeah, a driver's license--

- Does not record
a marital status.

- So how did Webberley
know she was divorced?

So Eugenie Martin lived
here on her own?

- Yeah, in the basement.

- She took her religion
seriously.

- Certainly did.

- You know, it's unusual
for a devout Catholic

of her generation
to get divorced.

- No computer.

Talking to Pitchley.

- She could have had
access somewhere else.

So she was proud of
her famous son.

- She never saw him though.

He lives in England, he's
hardly a million miles away.

- You know families, sir.

Might as well have been.

Sir?

Found a diary.

- Show me.

Seems to have lived a
life of blameless virtue.

- God, how awful.

- Regular appointments,
cleaning up the church.

What's that?

- Lunch, Three Bells.

That's not church.

- And last month.

And the one before.

And again.

First Saturday of every month.

- Maybe she treated herself.

- Maybe she was meeting someone.

- It's kind of depressing
in here, isn't it?

- She believed in living
the life of .

- Yeah, may you find peace.

Look, Convent of the
Blessed Martyrs, 1984.

- What's this?

Look.

- A daughter?

- No one mentioned one.

Not her ex-husband or her son.

Obviously important enough
to be next to the bed.

- You're looking for something?

- We're police officers.

- You have any ID?

You can't be too careful.

- Yes.

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is DC Havers.

- Nice garden.

- I keep it up for her.

Wiley.

Major Wiley.

I live upstairs.

Has something happened?

- I'm afraid Mrs. Martin
was killed last night.

By a hit and run driver.

- I'm very sorry to
hear that, very.

Where did this happen?

- North London.

- What was she doing there?

- Tell me, did her daughter
ever come to visit?

- Didn't know she had one.

There's her son, of course.

He's a violinist.

But she never mentioned
having a daughter.

- Do you happen to know
who she met for lunch

on the first Saturday
of every month?

- Not a clue.

Maybe it was her.

- Maybe.

What were your whereabouts
yesterday evening?

- British Legion.

Every Saturday, never miss.

Thank you for telling
me about Eugenie.

I thought something
had happened to her

but the other one wouldn't say.

- The other one?

- Copper, here this morning.

- Uniform?

- No, no.

One of your lot.

I heard him about and
leaving just after six.

Come out and challenged him.

- Did you see his ID, sir?

- I damn well demanded it.

He weren't very keen but
he looked genuine enough.

Well, what would you do?

Strange man coming out of
a respectable woman's flat

with a package.

- A package?

- A big padded envelope.

- Do you remember his name, sir?

- Certainly.

Name of Leach.

- The hell do you think
you're playing at?

- I'm not with you, sir.

- You can say that again.

Let me remind you that I am
in charge of this inquiry.

- Oh, I hadn't forgotten
that, sir.

- What were you doing
at the victim's house?

- Normal procedure
following a death.

I thought I taught
you that myself.

- You'll have logged it then.

- No, it was just
a routine search.

- So you'll have logged
the package then.

- What package?

- You don't need me
to remind you--

I don't
need you to tell me anything.

- Suppressing evidence isn't
just disciplinary, Brian,

it's criminal.

Now what is it and where is it?

- There's no package.

- Alright, it's out of my hands.

- What's the one thing that
any police officer can expect

from his colleagues,
come what may?

Loyalty.

Something else I tried
to teach you

but something you
could never learn.

- You're obstructing
a murder inquiry.

The package, or I
go to Webberley.

- Oh, I wouldn't do that.

Not unless you want to be
joining her on the way out.

Now listen, I'll do everything
I can to help this inquiry.

But anything else, anything
that has no relevance,

you stay right away.

And I think you'll find that
doesn't just come from me.

- Listen--

- Shut up, Havers.

This isn't the end.

- Yes, it is.

- Can't believe you
let him do that.

- I'm taking you
off this inquiry.

- Why?

- You've already resigned.

- No, sir, I am still
in the job.

- Listen to me, Havers.

People don't make threats
like that for fun.

I don't know what's
going on here,

but it's not just
about a murder.

You are going to need
your reference.

- No, that is my problem.

I stay, if that's alright.

- Sir.

There seems to be a problem,
at general registry.

There are files on
Eugenie Martin,

but they seem to have got lost.

- What do you mean, lost?

- Well, someone seems
to have taken them out

and not returned them, sir.

They can't find a record
of who it was.

- Very well.

Get them to search again.

- Yes sir.

And sir?

The victim's mobile phone
records will be here tomorrow.

- Thank you.

- I stay until this
is over, yeah?

- Alright.

Let's go and find that daughter.

- Is this meant to be
some kind of joke?

- We only want to
talk to her, sir.

Why should that be a joke?

- You mean...

My daughter Sophie died
when she was three.

She was murdered.

- Terribly sorry, sir.

- So you should be.

You most certainly should be.

- I'm sorry, sir.

We should have known that.

- Doesn't help, does it?

- They must have split up not
long after the daughter died.

- You find the files on
Sophie Martin's murder.

I'm gonna follow your lead,

go to the Convent of
the Blessed Martyrs.

- Oh, and there's still
the question of who it was

Eugenie met every month.

- I know that, Sergeant!

- Constable, sir.

- Poor Eugenie.

God chose to try her very hard.

- When was the last
time you saw her?

- Oh, not for many years.

She came here a lot
after the murder.

And even after she left
the area for a while.

- We're trying to trace someone
who seems to have had lunch

with her at the beginning
of each month.

Have you any idea
who that might be?

- I didn't know any
of her friends.

I remember little Sophie.

She was blessed here.

Poor little thing
had Down Syndrome.

Which makes it even more
terrible that that were
possible.

It was the au pair who
killed her, a German girl.

She drowned her in the bath.

- Yeah, bye.

Okay, the Three Bells
doesn't take bookings,

so they've no record of Eugenie
or who she had lunch with.

And Saturday is always
very crowded.

Oh, and Major Wiley is at
the Chiswick British Legion

every Saturday night
without fail.

- So the Martin files
turned up, I see.

- Yeah, I've just been
going through them.

And Sophie--

- Had Down Syndrome.

Yes, I was told.

Drowned by the au pair.

- Yeah, Katja Wolff, who was
released three weeks ago.

- That's something
I didn't know.

So Katja Wolff is released

and the child's mother gets
murdered three weeks later.

Good work, Havers.

- Thank you, sir.

Something else you didn't know.

- Yes sir.

- So the inquiry into
Sophie Martin's murder

was led by Webberley.

Then DCI.

And Leach, then as
now a sergeant.

- Yeah, which neither of
them thought to mention.

- Webberley must know
that Katja Wolff is out.

- Yeah, but he never
mentioned her either.

Not even when Leach
rushed around to tell him

about Eugenie Martin's murder.

- And then I was
put on the case.

- Yeah, with me.

Which I don't think
is an accident.

- Meaning?

- Are we off the
record here, sir?

- Damn nearly off the
force, Havers, just say it.

- I don't think that
Webberley wants us

to solve Eugenie Martin's
murder at all.

I think he wants
the right result.

- Are you say--

Are you saying we were
put on this case

because we won't rock the
boat if we find out something

that Webberley and Leach
want covered up?

- Why else?

- It's not as if I am
policewoman of the year, is it?

We bring in the right result
and I get my stripes back.

You know what, they can
keep the bloody rank,

I don't want it back like that.

- What do you think
is the right result?

- I don't know!

But Webberley wants a cover up.

And he's relying on your
loyalty to him to get it.

- That's the only bit I
think you've got wrong.

I think he's relying
on my loyalty to you.

- To me?

Why the hell do you
think I resigned?

You got me demoted!

You betrayed me.

- Oh, just use your
head, Havers.

- No, you lost me my rank!

- Shut up and listen!

You were not meant to know this.

Webberley wanted to
have you sacked.

I had to persuade him
to let you stay.

Which is why I was not going
to let you throw it all away.

Lynley.

Right away, sir.

- Tommy.

Havers.

Come in, sit down.

Progress so far?

- We were on our way to
visit Katja Wolff, sir.

- Were you?

Were you indeed?

- Didn't realize that you
and Brian were on the inquiry

for the Sophie Martin murder.

- Well, now you do.

- Yes, now we do.

- I didn't tell you because
I didn't want to prejudice

your own inquiry.

But now you do know,
Katja Wolff in my book,

is number one in the frame.

- She should never
have been released.

If you can murder a handicapped
child, what can you do?

That bitch was evil
through and through.

- Sir, can I talk to
you alone, please?

- Alright.

- Sergeant Leach removed--

- Brian Leach is one of
the finest detectives

I have ever served with.

- He removed evidence from
the victim's home, sir.

- He denies that.

- Yes sir.

He does.

- Brian was the first officer
on the scene that night.

He found the kid's body.

That inquiry changed
all of us forever.

If we hadn't put
that woman away,

she'd have been another Henley.

We all knew that.

It was Eugenie's testimony
as the mother

that really swung the jury.

Wolff has done 20 years inside.

Don't tell me she hasn't
spent all of that time

planning to pay back the
woman who put her there.

You go and get her
for me, Tommy.

- Would that be the
right result, sir?

- Just get her.

- Well?

Did he tell you what
was in the package?

- What package?

Leach was the first
officer on the scene

the night Sophie Martin
was murdered.

Who else was in the
house that night?

- Richard, Gideon's parents.

Gideon and Raphael, who was
then Gideon's violin teacher.

And a lodger called Jimmy Pike.

- Find out where he is now.

How about the Pitchley alibi?

- He checks out.

But he left the Bentley
Hotel at 8:30 p.m.

Now there was an accident
on Marylebone Road,

which delayed northbound
traffic that night.

That makes an hour's
journey at least,

and he still could have
killed her when he got back.

- It's possible.

- Sir.

- Yes?

- I got them, sir.

Eugenie Martin's mobile
phone records.

I cross references
them for you, sir.

She made nine calls in the
last month, all very short,

to Gideon Martin.

- Did she really?

Mason, you'll go far.

- Thank you sir.

- They were in touch.

- Wonder what she wanted.

- I haven't seen my
mother since I was eight.

- What about her phone calls?

Your mother made a number
of calls, very short ones,

to you in the last few
weeks of her life.

Did you tell your father?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because we don't
talk about her.

I don't know how she
got my number.

The press, maybe.

I couldn't speak to her, I
didn't want to speak to her!

- What did she want?

- To see me.

After all these years, my
mother wanted to see me.

- She said that?

- She said there must be
forgiveness each time she
called.

There must be forgiveness.

Well, I don't forgive her.

She left us.

My father and Raphael
brought me up.

And I didn't want
to speak to her.

- And do you regret that?

- Now that it's too late?

Do you know what
I believe I'd do?

I realized when I was much older

that my parents' marriage
couldn't cope with the death

of my little sister,
but that doesn't excuse

her deserting me.

Forgiveness, why should
there be forgiveness?

- Do you know any of
your mother's friends?

- I don't know where she
lived, what she did, nothing.

- Have you had contact
from Katja Wolff?

- The letter.

- He means the standard
one from the home office.

Send it out to victims'
families,

saying she's been released.

Don't suppose I'd even
recognize her now.

- And what about Jimmy Pike?

- There's a name from the past.

What happened to him?

- Scouse Jimmy.

Scouse?

- And then some.

When he first moved in, we
virtually needed an interpreter.

I think I improved him.

- Really?

In what way?

- Jimmy was ambitious.

I taught him how to hold
a knife and fork,

say lavatory rather than
toilet, that sort of thing.

I think he emigrated.

- I can't remember
anything about that night.

I can't remember my
mother or my sister.

The strange thing is, I can
only remember Katja being nice.

- Katja Wolff?

- Cops.

- DI Lynley, this is DC Havers.

- I'm on license from
a life sentence.

I'm going to run away, aren't I?

It's closing time.

Just a routine
check, Katja.

- Yeah, sure.

That's why they sent
a detective inspector.

- Were you working
here on Tuesday?

- Like every day.

Start at eight and
go home at six.

That's what they call freedom.

- And the evening?

- At home.

Home is with her.

We did not go out.

- How long have you
known each other?

- Eight years.

She's the only person I know

whose life has been more
destroyed than my own.

But I stopped protesting
my innocence long time ago.

What do you want?

- Katja, how do you get about?

You know, from home to here?

- I walk.

The air in Peckham is like wine.

- And does your friend
have a car?

- No.

You think I've been
nicking cars?

I can't drive.

- Sophie's mother, Eugenie
Martin, was murdered.

Someone ran her down,
backed over her,

and then did it again
just to make certain.

- Marcie.

Tell them where I was
on Tuesday night.

- Can't you people
leave her alone?

She's done her time.

- Just tell them.

- Home.

With me.

- Can anyone else confirm that?

- No, of course not.

We lying.

We did it together.

- Did what?

- Tell them who else
was at the house.

- My son.

All night.

- Thank you for the trouble.

Won't detain you further.

Well?

- I didn't like her much,
but I find her convincing.

- Convincing of what exactly?

- Okay, she had motive,
she had opportunity,

and how do you know
she can't drive?

It's only a gut feeling,

but I don't think she
killed Eugenie.

- Alright.

Who else do we have?

Gideon, he also has a motive.

Hated his mother, starting
to contact him again.

That carrying on at
the Wigmore Hall.

- Yeah, if he could go
out the dressing room.

- Which he couldn't.

- Raphael?

Richard?

Maybe they killed Eugenie to
stop her contacting her son.

- With all due respect to
your gut feeling, Havers,

Katja Wolff is the lead suspect.

Only problem is, I don't
believe she did it either.

Hello?

Yes, alright.

Give me a chance to
get home first.

Yeah, 8:30.

I'll be there, sir.

- Hello?

- Oh, hello, darling.

Just the person I want to see.

- Oh, that's nice to know.

Tell me, why would
a professional violinist

who's been performing
all his life

suddenly go blank on a stage
in the middle of a concert?

- I read about that,
Gideon Martin.

Why are you asking?

- He's involved in a
case I'm working on.

- Well, stage fright can happen
after years of experience,

but I'd ask what he's
running away from.

Sounds like negative
association.

- Negative association.

You mean he might not
be running away

from playing the piece itself?

- Exactly.

He could be running away
from some other experience

that the concert represents
to him.

- Like?

- Anything traumatic.

The place, a color, a sound.

Maybe I'm just overanalyzing,

maybe he just hadn't
practiced enough.

Hardly think
that's likely.

- I've got a bit of news.

I'm pregnant.

- My goodness.

You sure?

- Well, I waited until
I was certain.

It's traditional to be pleased.

- Sorry, it's just a shock.

Of course I'm pleased!

Darling.

I'm delighted.

- Really?

- Of course I am.

Mother will be thrilled.

- Well, as it's going
to be my last for ages,

I thought we'd have a
drink to celebrate.

- Good idea.

I'm sorry, I've got to go out.

- Tonight?

Of all nights?

You're off duty.

- I know.

I absolutely have to.

I'll only be gone a
couple of hours maximum.

Have it when I get back.

- Why not?

- I better go.

The sooner out, sooner back.

- Thank you.

Thanks
for coming, Tommy.

I assume...

- No one knows I'm here.

- Cheers.

- How was Katja Wolff?

- Alibi'd, sir.

Though only by the woman
she lives with.

She also said she can't drive.

- She could have been lying.

She could have learnt
in Germany.

- I don't think she did it.

- Well, of course she did it!

- Well, maybe.

The only one we haven't
found so far is the lodger,

Jimmy Pike.

Driving license, usual
stuff hasn't turned him up.

Raphael thinks he may
have emigrated.

- So what?

I told you to get
Eugenie's killer,

not reopen an inquiry that
resulted in a conviction

a quarter of a century ago.

I'm not satisfied.

- This all seems to matter
rather a lot to you.

- Meaning?

- Meaning there's something
I am not being told.

And you and Brian Leach
want to make certain

I don't find out what that is.

- I could have you back
on the beat for that.

- What was in the package, sir?

- Listen to me, Tommy.

And after this,

neither of us is ever
going to refer to it again.

There was nothing in any package
relevant to your inquiries.

You will just have to trust me.

Outside of this pub,
there is no package.

Full stop.

That bitch killed Eugenie.

Get her.

Leave the past where it belongs.

- Yeah, ambulance!

Touch and go.

- I've got something

that might make you feel
a little better.

Reckon that's him.

James Pitchley,
younger?

- 20 years younger.

But in those days, he
was known as Jimmy Pike.

- Jimmy Pike.

- Yeah, the missing lodger.

- Well?

- I have to ask, Brian,
where were you last night?

- I ought to take your
aristocratic face off for that!

- That's not an answer.

- I'm sorry to disappoint
you, Tommy,

but apart from the fact that
I would walk through fire

for that man in there,
I've got 76 witnesses.

Lodge meeting.

- What was in the package?

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

I am sick of this, I
am so sick of this!

Shall I tell you what
I don't know?

I don't know why you and
Webberley have forgotten

that Sophie Martin
had been murdered

when she was one of the biggest
inquiries of your career.

Neither do I know why you
tour halfway across London

to interrupt his wedding
anniversary

to tell him personally
that her mother Eugenie

had just been murdered.

Most of all, I don't
know why you went

through the victim's house
and removed evidence.

But I'll tell you something
I do know.

These murders are connected.

And whatever else I uncover,
I'm gonna find out why.

Come on, Havers.

Anything?

- Nothing definite.

Katja Wolff's initial
statement said

she left Sophie in the
bath momentarily

because she smelled burning.

And on her return, the
child had drowned.

What about you?

- Eugenie's phone
calls to Gideon.

How did she get the number?

He's hardly in the book, is he?

- When was the first call?

- Last month, Saturday
the 4th, 4:03 p.m.

- That's the first Saturday.

She had monthly lunch meetings
on the first Saturday.

- So she arrives home
with a number,

which she got from whoever
it was she had lunch with.

Richard?

- I doubt it.

- Raphael?

- That shrine she kept
to Gideon in her flat.

Even though she left him,
she still could have kept up

with him.

Through Raphael.

- Yeah.

- And she persuades him to
give her Gideon's number

so she can ask him
for forgiveness.

- Where the hell have
you been all night?

- Oh, Helen, I'm sorry.

- And you didn't think to call?

Oh, forget it.

You did.

- No, no, I'm sorry, darling.

I'm so sorry.

- Who else smelled burning?

- What?

- Katja Wolff's statement,
she said she smelled burning.

That's why she left
little Sophie in the bath.

But who else said they
smelled burning?

- Gideon Martin, when he was
talking about his blankness.

- That's right, but
no one else did.

And the manager said
there was no fire...

Do you think Gideon imagined it?

Sir?

Sir?

- Helen's pregnant.

Helen's pregnant and
you leave in 25 days.

- In 24.

- 24, even better.

- But that is wonderful!

Isn't it?

- Yes, of course it is.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, do you mind waiting?

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

- James Pitchley.

Otherwise known as Jimmy Pike.

You changed your name.

- It's not a crime.

- Obstructing the police is.

You told us you didn't
know Eugenie Martin.

Now tell us the truth,
or I'll have no choice

but to arrest you.

- I didn't see her that night.

Until I found her dead.

But yes, yes, I knew Eugenie.

I was their lodger up to
when Sophie was murdered

and I changed my name,
so I lied to you.

- Why?

Well, look at me, look at this.

I'm a multimillionaire,
self-made, proper.

I grew up in one room in what
the media now calls Toxteth.

There were no jobs in
Liverpool then, no future.

So I came to London with
10 quid in my pocket

, made
a lot of money.

All I needed was a smart
suit and a smart accent.

I saved up for the suit.

- Why was Eugenie visiting
you that night?

- I hadn't seen or heard
from her for 20 years.

Then out of the blue,
she phoned me here.

Wanted to talk about when
her daughter was murdered.

- What about it?

- She was still terribly
damaged by it.

She got very religious.

She kept saying that
there had to be forgiving.

Something like that.

I felt very sorry for her.

- Why ask her round at
9:30 in the evening?

- I didn't want to miss
my earlier appointment.

- What were the Martins
like together?

- If their children
had been normal,

they'd have probably been happy.

As it was, one super
talented, one disabled,

they just didn't know
what had hit them.

They working at two, three
jobs each to pay for it all.

And when they weren't
working, they just quarreled.

- Violent?

- No, they were just tired out.

I'd no idea why Katja did it.

She seemed to love Sophie.

- Did you fancy Katja Wolff?

- Yes.

I did.

But I was skimped.

Richard though.

- What about him?

- Richard was more her type,
if you see what I mean.

- Do you mean they were
having an affair?

- She didn't say anything to me.

Neither did he, of course.

But yes, yes, I think they were.

- I'm afraid he's doing his--

- Yoga.

Yes, I know.

It's alright, we're
here to see you.

So how's the food at
the Three Bells?

- We know about your
lunches with Eugenie

on the first Saturday
of every month.

- Please don't tell him.

She was always kind to me.

I did no harm.

What's the matter with it?

- I'll tell you what
the matter is.

When I find people have
been lying to me

in a murder inquiry,
I become suspicious.

- What did you talk about
the last time you met?

- What we always talk about.

She wanted to know all about
him, what he'd been doing,

his success, his friends.

I mean, she was still
his mother.

- Did she tell you that she'd
been in contact with Gideon?

- Yes.

But she knew he wouldn't
speak to her.

- You sure about that?

You've a very good motive
for killing her.

To protect your beloved
prodigy from a mother

who walked out 20 years ago.

- Gideon understands
why she left.

Eugenie never recovered
from Sophie's death.

- Do you own a vintage car?

A vintage car?

What on earth do you
imagine they pay me?

It's not my style, I'm afraid.

More Richard.

He used to have one.

An old black thing, don't
know if he's still got it.

- Havers.

- Why didn't you tell me
that Richard and Katja Wolff

were having an affair?

- I thought everyone knew that.

- Sir.

Webberley died this morning.

- Are you still going
to conceal the truth

about the inquiry into
Sophie Martin's murder?

- Nothing has been concealed.

- Don't you think we're
a bit beyond that now?

- Look, we're supposed to
be looking for the person

that wants them both dead.

- Does your loyalty to
Webberley extend

to protecting his killer?

The package, Brian.

I've got to see the package.

- I can't, Tommy.

I can't, not now!

- Brian Eric Leach, I am
arresting you on suspicion

of concealing evidence--

- Oh, for heaven's sake!

Come on.

Webberley's love letters.

He had an affair with Eugenie.

Totally against regulations,
of course.

It would have ended his career
if it had been discovered.

She'd been trying to see him.

It started just after
Katja Wolff's release.

He refused to talk to her.

He thought she was trying
to start things up again.

- Because she kept saying
there had to be forgiveness.

- How the hell did
you know that?

- But she didn't want to
start up again, did she?

She was trying to
ask him something

or tell him something else.

Something about forgiveness.

What was it that had
to be forgiven, Brian?

- I don't know.

God help me, I don't!

- I believe you.

But I also believe

that you two keeping
their affair secret led

to both their deaths.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.

All I know is he's not
even in his grave yet

and you're ruining
his reputation.

The finest officer
I ever worked with.

- What are you doing?

- You don't have to
be a part of this.

- No, you are damn right.

I don't need a criminal
prosecution for concealing
evidence.

Don't you think I'm in
enough trouble already?

- I'm sorry, I agree with Brian.

I don't see that their
affair is relevant.

- We said that we would
follow this wherever it led.

- Yeah, well, you've
only got 24 days left.

Since you're leaving, it
would be utterly unfair of me

to involve in concealing
evidence.

So you weren't here.

- I was here.

I am here.

- What I'm trying to say
is if you're leaving,

if you're really leaving,
I'm gonna miss you.

- Look.

If Eugenie and Webberley's
affair becomes relevant

to our inquiry, you
produce the letters.

Agreed?

So around the time that
Katja Wolff was released,

Eugenie started making
contact with other people

in the house the night
her daughter was murdered.

- Telling them there
had to be forgiveness.

What was it that had
to be forgiven?

- Richard and Katja's affair?

- Why would she and Webberley
have to forgive that?

- Well, if they were
both having an affair,

she and Webberley,
Richard and the au pair,

then maybe she felt she
betrayed her marriage and--

Excuse me.

Havers.

Thank you.

DVLA.

Richard Martin is still
the registered owner

of a 1959 black Humber Hawk.

- Is he indeed?

- I don't think now
is a very good time.

- We'll just have to
take that in our stride.

Excuse me.

- I can't forget
it, I'll hear it!

Let go of him!

- How dare you come
bursting in here?

- I said let go of him.

- What do you want now?

More information you
should find out long ago?

- Take Gideon outside.

Come on, get some fresh air,

I want a word with your father.

- You know I'd do anything
to make it right, Gideon.

You know that.

- You destroyed me.

- I saw to it that no one got
the chance to destroy you.

Well, what do you
want with me now?

- Detective Superintendent
Webberley.

The man who brought the murderer
of your child to justice

has been killed in exactly
the same way as your ex-wife.

Almost certainly with
the same car.

- My god.

- Mr. Martin, did you have
an affair with Katja Wolff?

- I...

Oh, for god's sake,
that was years ago!

- Did your wife know?

- What the hell has that
got to do with anything now?

Look, Katja was young,
she was pretty.

Eugenie was tired all the time.

I had two jobs, she had three,

we had to pay for all
the care for Sophie,

all the tuition for Gideon.

Katja killed my daughter.

And whatever you may
think, Inspector,

both of my children were
equally precious to me.

- On the night that Katja
killed your daughter,

did you smell burning?

- What do you mean?

- Burning.

- Burning.

Not that I can recall.

Why, what's that got
to do with anything?

- How did you know
something was happening?

Did you hear a struggle,
shouting, noises?

- I didn't hear anything.

- Why not?

- There was music playing!

There was always music
playing in our house.

- Thank you, Mr. Martin.

That's all.

- One more thing, Mr. Martin.

Our records show that you
owned a 1950s Humber Hawk car?

- Good god, that old thing?

- You do.

- I used to, I got rid
of it years ago.

- And what color was it?

- It was black.

- Who did you sell it to?

- I've no idea.

After Sophie was killed
and Eugenie went off,

Gideon and I went to
America so he could study.

Everything in the house
was sold off.

I wanted to make a clean
break with the past.

- So you have no record at
all about where that car

might be now?

- Well, of course I don't.

Why are you asking me this?

Is this the best you
can come up with?

- Darling, you alright?

- I think so.

I thought for a minute
I was going to be sick.

- Oh, poor thing.

- Oh, I don't know, it's
quite exciting really.

Proves it's happening.

- Wonder if you'll still be
saying that in six months.

- Hope it doesn't
last that long.

- Look, I'm sorry I've...

I've been so--

- Busy?

That is all it is.

- What do you mean?

- I mean, do you really
want this baby?

- Of course I do.

Of course--

Take this.

- Oh, you only just walked in!

If you were having
an affair with her,

that would be one thing.

I don't see you, Tommy.

- It's work.

- Well, go on then.

Go on.

- Lynley.

- I'm sorry to interrupt
your evening, sir,

but our leading suspect has
just become our latest victim.

Get that
dog out of here!

Who's dog's that?

- It's alright, I'll get him!

Come on.

Constable, come take care
of this dog, will ya?

We have a witness.

The cyclist passed
him when walking.

He heard the bang,
turned around,

seen him reverse over him,
then accelerate forward.

He didn't get a number.

- Oh, damn and blast.

- No, he was shocked.

He did say it was black
and old-fashioned.

We can show him some
photos and he can ID it

when he's feeling a bit better.

- Make that now, he can
feel better later.

Didn't see the driver?

- No, not at all.

- Richard was walking
his dog, was he?

- Yeah, apparently he comes
down here twice a day,

regular as clockwork.

Which anyone who knew
him would know.

- Just had a major argument
with his son,

who said in our hearing
"You destroyed me."

Wigmore Hall.

- There's no way--

- Look, this really is
rather a nuisance.

- So are three murders.

So Gideon was in here

while you and everyone
else were outside.

- Yes, as I told you last time.

- And how long was
he in here for?

- Till about 10.

I think he'd have
stayed all night

if Richard hadn't threatened
to break the door down.

He's an absolute nightmare
to be honest.

Didn't stop shouting
the whole time.

- What did he shout?

- Oh, you know, trying to
make Gideon open the door.

And of course shouting
for Raphael.

- Who'd gone to get
Gideon a brandy?

- That's right.

Although I have no idea
where he went for it.

- Why do you say that?

- Well, it took him ages.

- I don't know how much
more Gideon can take.

- It's you we want to talk to.

Where were you at
6:00 this evening?

- Me?

I went out, to the supermarket.

Probably got the receipt.

I was just fixing a drink.

- Drinks can wait.

When the Martins split up

and Richard and Gideon
went to America,

you were left in charge
of selling the house,

the furniture, and so on?

- Yes, I think I was.

- What did you do with the car?

The car?

- The 1959 Humber Hawk.

- It's a long time ago.

I would have sold it.

Yes, I did, I sold it.

- You have a receipt
for that too?

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Well, tell us something
else ridiculous.

At the Wigmore Hall,

where did you go to
get Gideon's brandy?

- The bar, of course.

- Well, it must have been busy.

The manager said you'd been
gone for a very long time.

- It was chaos backstage
that night.

No one would have known
who was there and wasn't.

- I don't believe you.

I think you had plenty of time

to drive up to Belsize
Park, kill Eugenie,

and then get back to
the Wigmore Hall.

- Are you completely mad?

- You knew she was gonna
be there at 9:30

because she told you.

- What?

Absolutely--

- You've been seeing her?

- I'm sorry, Gid.

I'm sorry.

- How long had you
been doing this?

- Always.

She wanted to know everything
about you.

She still loved you.

- What did Eugenie want
to be forgiven?

- Everything.

Everything and anything.

She wasn't the same
after Sophie died.

As Eugenie grew older,
she got rather docile.

She had feelings, you see.

You read about those, Inspector.

- She persuaded you to give her
Gideon's number, didn't she?

Then she called him after
all those years,

unsettled him, distracted him,

to the point when he went
on stage in Wigmore Hall,

he couldn't play.

She knew something, didn't she?

About the night that
Sophie died.

Something you didn't
want her to tell Gideon.

- Because Gideon's
your life's work.

Isn't he, Raphael?

And you would do anything
to protect him.

Even murder.

- That's not true.

Raphael loves me.

Why would he kill my mother?

He's looked after
me all my life!

Tell them it's not true.

- It's alright, Gideon.

It's alright, it's all over.

I killed Eugenie.

I killed all of them.

Gideon had nothing
to do with it.

- And they had to die
to keep it that way.

- She was going to
go to the police.

She was going to tell
Webberley the truth.

She was going to get
Jimmy Pike to back her up.

She was even going
to tell Gideon.

- Tell me what?

- Tell you the one thing that
even after all these years,

she couldn't forgive.

That Katja Wolff was innocent.

That the wrong person went to
prison for killing her child.

- I'm sorry.

I killed your sister.

When Richard asked me to
sell it, I just hung onto it.

- And you killed Webberley
because he was about to find out

that Katja Wolff was innocent.

What about Richard?

- After the Wigmore Hall,
Richard said the only way

to get Gideon to play again
was to tell him the truth.

- Tell me something.

When you killed Sophie,
how did you manage it

without Richard and
Eugenie knowing?

- The music.

The music was so loud.

- Eugenie Martin knew
you'd murdered her child

and yet she still met
you for pub lunches?

- She believed I should
be forgiven.

But she couldn't forgive me.

She couldn't bear it.

The real reason she left home.

Wasn't just Richard and Eugenie.

We all covered it up.

The Martins felt indebted to me.

What's more, they wanted
to protect Gideon

from knowing what I'd done.

They felt that if he knew, he
wouldn't want to play anymore.

I'd nurtured that fantastic
ability, taught him everything,

until he could go, aged
eight years old,

to one of the greatest
schools of music in the world.

- Tell me what you
remember about the night

that Raphael killed Sophie.

- I told you, nothing.

The man
kills your sister

and you remember nothing.

- I told you, I can't remember
anything about that night.

It's blank.

- Blank?

You suffer from blankness,
don't you?

You're not half forgetful,
like the rest of us.

You go completely blank.

Like the other night
at the Wigmore Hall.

When Raphael killed your mother.

And you blanked that
piece of music.

It all goes back to that
piece of music, doesn't it?

- Does it?

- I think you know it does.

The music, what happened on
the night Sophie was killed.

Why did Katja Wolff
say that she killed Sophie?

- Richard organized it.

So little time.

Sophie was dead, the
police were on their way.

He told Katja that if she
pleaded guilty to negligence,

she'd only get three years

and he'd give her 25,000
pounds when she came out.

Because she and Richard were
lovers, she believed him.

- But they found bruises
on the child.

- Yes.

She struggled.

But I held her under the
water until she stopped.

- And then?

- She was dead.

There was nothing.

Just silence.

- Silence?

- What are you doing?

- There had to be music,
didn't there?

That night.

- Turn that off!

Turn it off now!

- Songs My Mother Taught Me.

You lied to us, Gideon.

You and Raphael.

You haven't told us the
real reason, have you?

- Stop it!

- Come on, tell me the truth.

Tell me the real reason all
those people had to die!

- Stop it, stop it!

- Your mother kept saying
there must be forgiveness.

But there are two side to
forgiveness, aren't there?

As we forgive those who
trespass against us.

She didn't mean she
had to forgive Raphael.

She must have spent
all these years

trying to forgive the
trespass against her.

- Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it, please stop.

- Only you can make
it stop, Gideon.

The music, the smell of burning.

Raphael killed Eugenie
and Richard and Webberley.

But he didn't do it to
protect himself, did he?

He did it, as always,
to protect you.

He was protecting you
from the memory

that you killed your
little sister.

- But I did.

I killed her.

What does it matter?

- No, Raphael.

You didn't.

- A child like that
comes once in a century.

He had to be protected.

- It didn't have to be Dvorak.

The music could have
been anything,

that just happened to be the
record I pulled off the shelf.

Songs My Mother Taught Me.

So I put it on, loudly.

And I set fire to the
wastepaper bin in my bedroom.

- So that Katja would smell
the smoke in the bathroom,

where she was bathing Sophie.

- And I got the paper
alight, and I went out

and hid on the stairs.

After a minute, Katja
smelled it burning

and she ran out of the
bathroom past me.

- And you went in?

- I locked the door.

I had to go to the
Juilliard School of Music.

I was born to.

But my parents couldn't
afford it.

They told me, not with the
cost of Sophie's care as well.

When you look at it sensibly,
there's nothing to forgive.

Is there?

- Wait.