All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S06E01.Limbo.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track04

- For Christ's sake, the
damages only return investors

to the position they'd be in

if we hadn't made
the assurances,

not if they'd been true.

Give an inch on that,
and we truly are dead.

Julia.

- Think you've had enough?

- If a man can't have a
drink on his son's birthday.

Anyway, Justin should be
in bed, tell your mother.

Hello, Thomas.

- It's Tommy, no one
calls me Thomas.

Leaving us so
soon, Sergeant McCaffrey?

- Who else is going to
keep Wimborne safe?

- Daddy says Justin
should go to bed.

- Oh, darling, would
you be an angel?

- Hold that for me, Tommy?

- Oh, sure.

How do I turn this off?

Is it off?

- Say goodnight to your godson.

- Good night, Justin,
you sleep well.

Hope you had a good birthday.

- Night-night, darling.

- Night-night, Mommy.

- We shall stay and
party on in your honor.

Thank you.

- Come on.

- Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Justin?

Has anyone seen Justin?

- Darling?

- He's not in his
bed, he's gone!

Justin!

Where are you?

Justin!

- Yeah.

- It's Justin.

They've found him.

- Hey.

- Hello, what are
you doing here?

- Well, I'd heard that
you'd stopped your sessions

with the police therapist.

She asked
me to draw my grief.

Ha!

- Look, I don't mind you
not getting back to me

or I don't know when
you're coming back,

but I want to know that
you're taking to someone.

- I'm doing okay, really.

- There's no one, is there?

- Look, it's a fine line between

concerned friend and
intrusive pest.

- Yeah, and it's a
finer one between

drowning your sorrows and
drinking yourself to death.

- Oh God.

- Where are you going?

- None of your business.

- Your breath stinks.

- I'll buy some mints.

- Yeah, that'll fix it.

- Excuse me.

- No, excuse me.

Are you sure the booze
is out of your system?

- Why don't you arrest
me and find out, huh?

- Look, I didn't come here--

- Thank you very much.

- Bye, Mom.

- Bye, darling.

- What's going on, Dad?

- Nothing, absolutely nothing.

- It hasn't changed at all.

- Sam.

- Where's the body, Mike?

- Vivienne.

- If it's Justin, I'll know.

- Let's hear what
Mike has to say.

- Well, our forensics say
the skeleton's the right size

and it does have
a breakage here.

- Lots of children
break their arms.

- Yes, yes, I know they do,

so we're going to have to take

a DNA test from you to be sure.

- Why don't you use
Justin's own DNA?

His hairbrush, his teddies,
they're all still at the house.

- Okay.

- I can't wait that long.

- No, Vivienne.

Let me be your eyes.

And then if you still
want to see, fine.

- Who found him?

- Some kids.

When the river burst its banks,

the water forced its way
up through an old drain.

He'd been stuffed inside,
covered with bricks and earth.

Cause of death is probably
this blow to the head.

You'd need a forensic
pathologist for this, wouldn't
you?

- Mmm.

- What?

- Nothing, just good to see you.

- Thanks for the
card, by the way.

Sorry I hadn't replied.

- Don't be stupid.

Are you coping?

Uh, okay,
all things considered.

- But you miss her?

- What do you think?

- My wife died the day
after Conrad was born.

It does get better.

You think it never will,
but it really does.

Sir?

- Thanks.

- I'm sorry.

- The damages only
return investors

to the position they'd be in

if we hadn't made
the assurances.

- Night-night, my darling.

- Night-night, Mum.

- We're going to party
on in your honor.

Sleep tight.

- I've tried mutual friends,

searched all my old
address books.

- Thanks anyway, Conrad.

I hope we didn't drag
you out of court.

- You didn't have to
come down, you know.

- Yes, I did, Dad.

- Inspector.
- Conrad.

You can call me Tommy
now, you know.

So you're searching your
old address book for?

- They're not in contact
with Julia.

Last anyone heard, she was
teaching primary school in Rome.

- The embassy are on to it.

- What's the news on your
old prime suspect, Sullivan?

- Terminal cancer.

If he killed Justin, he's
taking it to the grave.

- Deathbed confession?

Shall we have a shot at that?

- I'll see if I can find
which rock he's hiding under.

- Dad.

Five's a crowd?

- Vivienne, what's all
this about Julia?

- She never came to terms
with Justin's disappearance,

but we had to, for Oliver.

- Now she holds that
against you?

- Shall we?

Never went to sleep
without Jack.

- Actually, um, this might
be more help, thank you.

- I'll say this for tragedy,

it clears the mind
like an acid bath.

- Really?

- Before we lost Justin,
life was wasted on me.

I was completely obsessed
with making money

because I'd married
into so much.

- I remember.

And now?

- Now, I'm a bum.

Bit of charity work,
bit of property,

you know, if the gutters
need clearing out,

I'll do it myself.

And when Oliver wants
help with his homework,

it's a pleasure, not a chore.

- The embassy got hold of Julia.

She says she's not coming.

She's not coming home for
Justin's funeral.

- Ciao, bambini!

- Ciao!

- Julia?

- Tommy.

- Ah, you remembered.

- Did my parents send you?

- No, I volunteered.

- Well, if you want to
know, it's a relief.

- That's not how
your mum sees it.

- Well, I'm not going to
break open the champagne.

- I mean, she still had hope.

- Vivienne never was
any good with bad news.

- She's had to learn.

It'd mean a lot to them
if you came back.

- My brother's dead.

I don't need a ceremony
to mourn him.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

- So at least let me
buy you a cup of coffee.

- Buongiorno.

- Un cappuccino, per favore.

- Due, grazie.

Prego.

- Now, forget about your
parents, forget about the
funeral,

just think about Justin.

He's been waiting
years for this.

- Where was he?

- In an old drain.

- No one looked before?

- It was covered with bricks.

The river overflowed
and pushed his body up.

Sorry.

- I asked.

- You really do have to
say goodbye, you know.

- You're talking from
experience, are you?

- Yes.

- Prego.

- I need to pack.

- Grazie.

- Sam and Vivienne said they
hadn't seen you in ages.

- Because I resented
them moving on?

- What, no truth in that?

- None.

- So?

- Actually, I'd rather not.

I hope you didn't take
time off work.

- No, not really, I'm
on compassionate leave.

My wife, um.

- What was her name?

- Helen.

It's not so bad.

I should be back at work
quite soon, I think.

- Was it sudden?

- Do you know, I'd--

- You'd rather not?

- Wait a sec.

You all right?

- Yes.

- Move, move!

- Lost him.

What's that?

- It fell out of his pocket.

There's an English
man in room nine,

but he doesn't know his name.

- Let's go and have a look.

- Hello?

Hello!

- Let me have a go.

- Where'd you learn that?

- A crime prevention
course in Battersea.

Don't ask.

- Oh my God.

- What?

- He's from home.

What did he want in my flat?

- I might get his fingerprints
off this,

I'll run them when we get back.

- You find Justin and
someone from home

breaks into my apartment.

Well, how can that
be a coincidence?

- We'll find out who it was.

- Well, what if he's
not on your records?

- We just need to get you packed

and then we'll catch
our plane, all right?

- I'm not sure I'm up to
the drive down tonight.

- Well, I'm driving.

- No, I mean seeing my
parents, the whole deal.

- Okay, well, why don't
we just go down

first thing in the morning?

- Thanks.

Just moved in?

- It's a friend's
place, actually.

Through here.

- This okay?

- Great.

Um, do you want to go
and grab a drink?

- Sure, I'll just let Sam know.

Hello?

- Sam, it's Tommy.

Yeah, I've got Julia with me.

We'll be down tomorrow by noon.

That's great
news, Tommy, thank you.

- How did the call to Dad go?

- Oh, fine.

I said we'd be down by midday.

- God, this place is sad.

I don't mean naff, I mean sad.

- Unfortunately, rather
tragically,

my local has become a gastropub.

No, not this bar.

It's England.

- You're biased.

- Probably.

- In Rome, they all sing
Don Giovanni and read Dante.

- In Latin.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

Why did you settle there?

- I don't know.

What was it that
John Lennon said?

"Life is what happens when
you're making other plans."

- That was Ringo Starr.

- Ringo never said
anything famous.

The thing about Rome is

you can be alone without
being lonely.

- What if you weren't alone?

- "What if" are the deadliest
words in the English language.

- The prognosis can't
be that bleak,

I mean, I did see a lot of
very beautiful women in Rome,

but, you know, you're
not that hard on the eye.

- I have plenty of
single male friends

if you're worried
about my sex life.

- I wasn't.

What happens when
they fall for you?

- Never let things get that far.

- Poor single male friends.

- I'm not waiting to
be swept off my feet.

- Now that sounds like
famous last words.

Check out
the ego on you!

- No, I'm talking
from experience.

Before Helen, I would
go to friends' weddings

and I would think, "How
lovely, how sweet.

"Thank God I'm waking up
in the morning by myself,"

or at least the morning
after that.

- She changed you and
then abandoned you?

What a bitch.

So, what do you say?

- I say that's bloody
annoying, actually.

- I say it's a sign.

- A sign of what?

- We need another bottle.

It was, um, very kind of
you to come and get me.

More than kind.

If looks could kill.

- I think it's just because

I missed the last residents'
meeting.

I hope you're
ashamed of yourself.

I borrowed this.

- Good.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- But you feel like a traitor.

Um, that's mine.

It was just a shock for me.

Give me a minute.

Sorry.

A particularly keen
single male friend.

- I thought you didn't
let things get that far?

- Exactly.

I didn't want you to
hear me being horrid.

- Get up and put your
hands where I can see 'em.

- What's going on?

Where's Julia?

No!

- How did she take the
news about her brother?

- She said it was a relief.

- And what about last night?

Did she seem upset then?

- It was on her mind.

- But nothing made you
think she was suicidal?

- No.

- Did you have sex with her?

Come on, you don't have
to think about that.

- Yes, I did.

- Then I agree with you,

it doesn't sound like
she was suicidal,

which is problematic.

- Door-to-door under way,
Detective Superintendent Tate.

- I had no reason to harm her,

but someone else
might have done.

- Tell me.

- Justin's killer
was never caught.

- Ancient history.

- Yesterday, if that's
recent enough for you,

Julia had an intruder in
her apartment in Rome.

- Great.

Will the Italian police
corroborate this?

Thomas Lynley, I
am arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Julia Oborne.

Do you have any questions
at this time?

- Just let me speak to him.

- After I've interviewed him.

- Five minutes?

- What's the urgency?

- You know bloody well
he didn't kill her!

Sorry, ma'am.

- I would reserve judgment
if I were you,

see how the interview goes.

- I'm just concerned for
Inspector Lynley's welfare.

- And I'm concerned
for the young woman

I just scraped off the pavement.

- Look, he's my partner

and six months ago his wife
was shot dead in front of him.

I just want to do right
by him, ma'am.

- If he cries on your shoulder.

- It's admissible, I know.

- Don't make me regret this.

- Havers.

- Are you okay?

- Who called you?

- Are you okay?

- You mean did I do it?

- No, I mean, are
you bloody okay?

God, I've been asking you
that for the last six months.

- I need your help.

- Okay.

- Somebody broke into
Julia's apartment.

I need you to check for
fingerprints on that.

- You're under arrest,
which makes this evidence.

- The evidence that Tate is
not remotely interested in.

- No, I can't.

- Barbara, please!

- Don't say another word, Tommy.

- Conrad.

- Dad called me.

- I don't need a lawyer.

- Are you under caution?

- Yes.

- You need a lawyer.

- He's right.

- Thank you, but my client
really doesn't need your advice.

- Conrad, this isn't
the arresting officer,

this is my friend, DS Havers.

- Sorry.

- Okay.

- What the hell happened, Tommy?

- How's he doing?

- Not good.

He wants this checked for
prints and DNA, after hours,

but right now, if you get me.

- Why aren't we sharing this

with Detective Superintendent
Tate?

- Well, 'cause as far
as she's concerned,

there's only one suspect
and she's talking to him.

Cheers, Stu.

- Julia got a call on her
mobile at around 2 a.m.,

ex-boyfriend from Rome.

- Unlikely.

It was from a pay phone
opposite your apartment.

What's more likely is
you made the call

to introduce a third party,

but we're jumping ahead.

- To unsubstantiated
conclusions.

- So, you were bringing
Ms. Oborne home

as a favor to her parents?

- Yes.

- And that included having
sexual intercourse with her?

- Julia Oborne was a
29-year-old adult.

Are you making a point
or just a cheap shot?

- Three bottles of red.

There a reason you
drank so much?

- Nothing specific.

I think, in different ways,
we just wanted to forget.

- In your case, the
loss of your wife?

- Don't answer that, Tommy.

- Your wife was shot dead,

right in front of
you, wasn't she?

- You know she was.

- I hope the Met are
providing counseling for PTS.

- They were.

They did.

- What happened?

- I wasn't getting
anything from it.

- Perhaps you were
still too angry?

- Perhaps.

- Did you get angry
with Ms. Oborne?

- You're asking the same
question 20 different ways.

My client has already
stated his innocence.

- Was it the first time you'd
had sex since your wife?

- Detective Superintendent,

your desperation is
becoming offensive.

- Yes.

Yes, it was.

- You waited a long time, then?

As a policeman, I'm
sure you know

it's hard to tell the
difference forensically

between consensual sex
and other kinds.

- This is a fishing trip.

You have no motive and
my guess is no forensics,

so I insist you release
my client immediately.

- Oh, you insist!

Oh, well, in that case.

- Is this personal 'cause
he's an earl?

- Just the opposite.

I'm treating him
like anyone else.

Vedder.

- A resident saw them

getting intimate in
the corridor, ma'am.

- Doesn't mean she
wanted to go all the way.

- No, but she initiated things.

- What about the PM?

- They're not done,

but no defense wounds,
no signs of struggle.

- Not after falling five
stories, anyway.

- But there's needle
scarring on her arms.

Looks like an ex-user.

Maybe she did top herself.

- Thank you, DC Vedder.

- Would you like to
share your news with us?

- No, I would not.

- So we can hazard it
was nothing suggesting

Ms. Oborne was pushed
from the window?

- Our forensic examination
is not complete.

- My client had no reason
to hurt this woman,

but she had every reason
to hurt herself.

As a friend of the victims,

I know that in her
early to mid-20s

she was frequently
treated for heroin abuse.

- What a friend you are.

- Julia was a tragically
unstable person,

and while her suicide
is a shock,

it is not a surprise.

Charge my client or release him.

- To think your dad's a copper.

- Charge my client

or release him.

- Until our investigations
are complete,

I must request that you
remain in London.

- Fine.

Sam.

- You were supposed
to bring her home,

not get her drunk and bed her.

- That's not what happened.

- You tell her her
brother's dead

and then put your arms
around her, shame on you.

- Sam, we need to talk.

- Sorry, bad time,

I've got to go and identify
my daughter's body.

- Vivienne, I'm so, so sorry.

I want you to request
a second postmortem,

whatever the findings
of the first.

- Why?

- I want to bring in
Stewart Lafferty.

- What do you expect
him to find?

- I don't know.

I just want to make sure
we've turned over every stone.

- How could it happen
twice, Tommy?

How could it happen
twice?

- Mr. Oborne, Superintendent
Tate.

Mrs. Oborne?

Please.

- Great, you're barely
out the door

and you're helping Tate
build a case against you.

- Julia wasn't suicidal.

- Yeah, and if Lafferty proves
that, what happens next?

- I'm not frightened
of the truth.

- Tate charges you with
rape and murder,

that's what happens next.

- So we find a new suspect.

- You know what happens
to coppers inside!

- A real suspect.

- Yeah, and what if
we don't find one?

- We've already got one.

We just don't know his name.

Lafferty is gonna call
as soon as he knows

anything on the pill
box, isn't he?

- I told him it wasn't urgent.

- Aha.

- Don't you think you
should take a breath?

- Not if I'm going to find
out what happened last night.

- Well, that's Tate's
job, let her do it.

- I owe this to Sam
and Vivienne.

- Come on.

They know you didn't
kill their daughter.

At worst...

- Yeah?

At worst?

- They'll think you
exploited her grief.

- Is that what you think?

- I don't think it was
your finest hour.

Where are you going?

- The gents.

- Lafferty?

We've got a match.

- Hey, Lafferty.

- How are you, Tommy?

- Fine.

We're sure it's Sullivan's
prints, aren't we?

- 16 points of ridge
bifurcation.

Expected a more salubrious
address, though, I have to say.

- Why?

- Bropidox is a targeted
therapy.

Unlike chemo drugs,

it just fixes what's
broke, but at a price.

- So not on the NHS?

- Not even for sale in the UK.

Mail order only from the States.

A year's course is 20 grand.

- The Obornes have requested
a second PM

and I suggested you do it.

- You mean you've told
them to request one?

Why?

- Because I think
Julia was murdered

and I want you to prove it.

- Be careful what you wish for.

- Don't waste your breath.

- Here we go.

Sullivan!

Sullivan!

The lock looks pretty flimsy.

- Yeah, so does our warrant.

I'll try and find a
building manager.

- Or maybe not.

Someone's been a busy boy.

- Passwords, entry codes?

- He said he was a programmer,

maybe he's been trying
to hack into something.

- I'll try the other room.

- Sir?

Yep.

- In all these codes, the same
two words keep cropping up,

Rich Maitland.

So, what, he's been hacking
in to steal cancer drugs?

- Not quite, listen.

"Dear Mr. Sullivan,

"I could never overstate your
contribution to my IT unit.

"We're very grateful for
your input, but I assure you,

"I did not anonymously
furnish you with an account

"at Rich Maitland
Pharmaceuticals.

"Wishing you a speedy recovery."

So he has
a mystery benefactor.

- Not too keen on the
mystery part of it, I think.

- You know, if Lafferty's right,

there's thousands of
pounds worth of drugs here.

- Sullivan.

Careful.

Is this supposed to
mean something?

- It means Julia Oborne
saved my life.

Now, why would she want
to do a thing like that?

- DS Tate, the Obornes
have requested

that I carry out a
second postmortem.

- Off the record, the PM
found no restraining injuries,

nothing suggesting foul play.

- Really?

- Then again, she did
fall five stories

so who knows what
that covered up.

- What about a cause of death?

- Ruptured spleen,
from the fall.

- I still have to fulfill
the Obornes' request.

- What's Lynley playing at?

Why does he, of all
people, want a second PM?

- Lynley?

- Please.

You really think I don't know

you've worked together
a hundred times?

You think I'm fooled by this

"the parents want a
second postmortem" crap?

- I really don't know
what you're talking about.

I do know the Obornes have
a legal right to a second--

- Fine.

Fine.

But whatever you turn up, it's
full disclosure, understood?

- Absolutely, full disclosure.

- She threw herself
off a building?

- No, she was found dead
at the bottom of one.

- Make sense if she did
throw herself off.

- How's that?

- Same reason she gave me

20 grand's worth of
cancer treatments.

Guilt.

- Guilt about what?

- I hope the bitch
remembered me in her will.

- Sir!

- Guilt about what?

- Her brother.

She knew I was innocent and
that delivery note proves it.

It was left in with the
last consignment.

A billing address, but no name.

- So that's why you
were trying to

break into the drug
company's customer records?

When did
you get back from Rome?

- Think logically.

When the pills run out,

I go back to pissing blood
and watching my skin fall off.

Why would I want to kill

the very person saving
me from that fate?

- When did you get back?

- 11:30 this morning.

Want to see my boarding pass?

- If Sullivan's innocent,

what was he doing at
Julia's apartment?

- He wanted to find out
who his benefactor was.

- There must be an explanation.

Sam?

Where would Julia
get hold of that kind of money

teaching primary school?

- She inherited something
when her grandfather died.

- You see, in the fallout
from Justin,

Sullivan lost his job,
beaten up repeatedly,

nearly died when someone
burned down his home,

and in that context--

- Then again, he did
get away with murder.

- In that context, Julia's
generosity feels like

compensation.

- That's a leap.

- I know.

- At the very least,

it could shed some light
on her suicide.

- You said you didn't
think it was suicide?

- I didn't.

- And now you're off the hook,

you're having second thoughts?

- No.

- Perhaps your head's clearing.

How much did you have
to drink again?

How much did she have to drink?

- 20,000 pounds worth
of cancer drugs

are what's giving me
second thoughts.

And if Julia killed herself,

it wasn't because she'd
drunk too much.

- We have to consider
the possibility

that Julia took Justin.

- What?

- Where was she the night
that Justin went missing?

- In her studio.

- Any witnesses to that?

- Yes.

Me.

- Witnesses?

So now Julia killed herself

because she murdered
her own brother?

Christ, Tommy!

If you call that a theory,

perhaps you should never
go back to work!

- I thought that Sam was
going to be the scary one.

- Yeah, me too.

- Do you get the feeling
that Julia helping Sullivan

wasn't the surprise to
him as it was to her?

- The man has just
lost his daughter.

- Yeah, and I accused
that daughter of murder

and he didn't say a word.

- Mike, Lynley.

Oh, no, more than
okay, thank you.

Listen, I'd like to get
hold of that video footage

of Justin's birthday
party, if that's possible.

- I defended a guy last year
with a case hinged on CCTV.

Still have some enhancement
software on here.

- Beyond the call.

- I think I know
why Sam and Julia

absented themselves from
their own party.

- Julia!

Think you've
had enough?

- If a man can't have a
drink on his son's birthday.

- So Sam's getting hammered.

- And Julia doesn't like it.

- Exhibit number two.

This is Julia just after
putting Justin to bed.

Now, I had to zoom
in and clean it up,

but it was worth it.

- Now Julia corners
Dad for a private chat.

What's he saying?

- I think we can guess
it's not, "Great party".

We can
more than guess.

Temper, temper.

- So Julia leaves
and Dad follows.

- She starts the fight.

He's gonna finish it.

- Yeah, but what was
the fight about?

- I'll have to talk to Sam.

- He never mentioned
the row in '95.

He'll play it down now.

But there's someone
else who might know.

Conrad.

- I had a fling with
the Obornes' ex-nanny,

Christine Faraday.

- She was sacked.

Vivienne accused her of
breaking Justin's arm.

- Wrongly.

Christine loved that kid, and
for a few weeks, I loved her.

She didn't have a bad
bone in her body.

- Well, Christine must've been
a suspect in the abduction?

- No, she had an alibi.

- Me and half the village pub.

She was in there drowning
her sorrows

'cause she was missing
Justin's party.

- So what light can
she shed on this?

- She got a call from
Julia that evening.

- Once I had eliminated
Christine,

it didn't seem significant.

- But with what we know now,

that could soundtrack the
argument we've just watched.

Excuse me,
we've just left London.

What about Tate?

Tate can go
and do the other thing.

- What is it?

- Detective Superintendent Tate.

I didn't hear you
creep in there.

- What are you seeing?

Nothing.

- Nothing?

- So far I'm with your
pathologist all the way.

- Oh.

I told you a second
PM was unnecessary.

- I presume there were photos
taken at the crime scene?

- I think, yeah, maybe someone
took some with their phone.

What does Lynley know
that I don't?

- I'll see those photos
now, if that's okay.

- Okay, thanks.

- As beautiful as ever.

- Conrad.

- Christine, I have
some terrible news.

I'm so sorry.

- Hello, Christine.

- Mike.

- Conrad.

We need to have a couple
of words with you,

if you don't mind.

The evening Justin went missing,

you were in the pub with Conrad

and you got a phone
call from Julia?

- Yes.

- So what did she say?

- It wasn't fair that I had
missed such a great party.

- Nothing more pressing
than that?

Come on, Christine.

- That family have been
through enough.

- According to you, that
family falsely accused you

of breaking the child's arm.

- Are you saying I lied?

- I'm saying if it was me,

I'd want to set the
record straight.

- Christine, your loyalty
is to Julia and Justin,

not to their parents!

- Julia told me she knew
who broke Justin's arm.

She knew because Justin
had told her himself.

- Sam.

- Justin had messed up
some papers in his study

and Sam was drunk again.

- That sounds like a
flashpoint, not the real cause.

- Well, that's all she told me.

Can you turn that off, please?

- Sorry.

Lafferty?

- Okay, the spleen is breached,

so I'm thinking post-mortem,
if only by a minute or so.

- Well, how did she die?

- My best guess is asphyxiation.

I've found what looks like
a fragment of rubber glove

between her teeth.

We can test it for DNA.

But the thing is,
if I sit on this,

I'm violating full disclosure,

and if I don't, it's murder
again and you'll be arrested,

Yeah, okay.

Thanks, yeah, cheers for that.

- Heading out?

- You should be a detective.

- I can arrange transport.

- I'm good, thanks.

- Sam's the one person Julia
would have covered for.

Always a daddy's girl.

- Well, let's imagine she did.

Would he repay her
by killing her?

- If she was threatening
to tell Vivienne,

threatening their new life
in London with Oliver.

- Okay, from here to London
in the middle of night

is, what, two hours?

- Yeah, tops.

- So he could've got
down to your flat

and been back by dawn.

- We're not even bothering
to take into account

whether or not he's capable

of murdering his
own two children!

- Maybe just one.

Notice he didn't want his
DNA matched with Justin's?

- There.

What do you reckon?

- I'm glad we live in London.

- Spoken like your father's son.

- You said when we got here
you'd tell me what's going on.

- I'm going away on a long trip,

but I need to tell you a
bit of family history first.

- Dad?

What's this long trip?

Are you trying to
tell me something?

- Lies really can
kill you, Oliver.

They killed your brother
and sister.

So you have to know the
truth, however much it hurts.

- What are we doing here?

Why have we left Mum in London?

- Am I talking to the walls?

Can't you shut up and
listen for a bloody minute!

When I married your mother,

I decided that there was no way

I was going to turn
into one of those

freeloading house husbands
who get up at 11 to fix lunch.

No, I was going to earn my
own pile, thank you very much.

The day after the honeymoon,
I set up my own business,

Oborne Investments.

- Good for you, Dad.

- No.

No, it wasn't.

It was a disaster, it
was the root of all this.

Hey, come here.

Come here.

It's all about self-knowledge,
Oliver.

Knowing thyself.

Down the hatch.

- Tommy?

Tommy, Sam's taken Oliver.

- Dad!
- Oliver!

- He's going to kill himself!

- Let's get him out of here.

- No, no!

- I can't even shoot myself now.

- There are worse things
to be bad at.

- Got to hand it to you,
Tommy, you saw it before I did.

The sweep, the symmetry,
the contours of tragedy.

- Right now, I'm not
seeing the contours

of very much at all.

- Your theory that Vivienne
scoffed at.

- Julia.

She did take Justin?

- But...

I drove her to it.

Something terrible
must have happened.

If only she'd spoken to me.

She didn't have to kill herself.

- Oh, Sam, slow down.

- The darkness spread like a
stain, but it started with me.

- Is that a poetic way of saying

it was you who broke
Justin's arm?

- It was an accident,
but I'd had a skinful.

- You never had any
accidents like that

with Julia though, did you?

- That's close enough.

- Because Julia, unlike Justin,

Julia was your child, eh?

- Hmm.

Gave myself away with
the DNA sample, right?

You see, even that was my fault.

I was so angry when
Vivienne stopped funding me,

I just stayed up in
London sulking.

- You know, would you
do us both a favor

and give this self-pitying
a rest?

- Self-pity, you think
that's what this is?

- I think that if you were
gonna blow your brains out,

you'd have done it already!

- People have always
underestimated me, Tommy.

Tommy.

- I got some bad news
for you, Sam.

It's not all your fault.

The symmetry goes even
darker than I thought.

- What are you talking about?

- Julia didn't commit suicide

because she felt guilty
about Justin.

She was murdered.

- How?

- I'm not going to
tell you any more,

not till you give me that gun.

- You're bluffing.

Tommy.

It was about eight when I
found her in her studio.

She tried softly,
softly, bless her.

"Daddy, I know you're
only drinking

"because business is bad."

- You've got to own up to
what you did to Justin.

You've got to reinstate
Christine.

- I don't know what you're
talking about.

- If you so much as
ever even clip his ear,

I swear you'll see
neither of us ever again.

You're drunk.

- Don't start.

- You're drunk and you resented

every second of Justin's party!

- Julia.

- Please don't hurt him.

- Hurt him?

- I know it's the drink,
Daddy, I know it's not you.

- You need help.

- Even if he's not yours,
it's not his fault.

- I'll never forget the
fear in her eyes.

- That's because she saw the man

who broke her brother's arm

and her mind was made up.

- But I didn't kill her,

I swear.

- Where's Oliver?

Where's Oliver?!

- Oliver's fine.

Listen, did you sleep
last night?

- What?

- How much sleep did
you get last night?

- Barely any, why?

- And was Sam was with
you the whole time?

- Well, yes, of course, why?

- That's the answer
I wanted to hear.

Go easy on him, I think he's
literally mad with grief.

- And I'm not?

- Viv, you're stronger
than he is.

- I'm still gonna kill him.

- Of course you are, and
once you've done that?

I think he needs you very much.

- Mom!

- Oh!

- So you think Julia planned to

leave her brother with someone?

- Someone within walking
distance and who she trusted.

- And of course someone
Justin knew.

- No, no.

Christine loved that kid.

And anyway, she was here with me

when he was found to be missing.

Look, surely whoever
Julia met that night

is probably her killer.

- Agreed.

- Well, then that can't
be Christine.

- Yeah, I mean, how
does a slim-built woman

get Julia out of a window
without waking you up?

- Just wait a bloody minute.

We don't know that Julia
was murdered yet, do we?

Tommy?

I mean, it's not definite?

- No, it's not.

- Good, because that's
my story if I'm asked.

I'm sticking to it.

- Look, I've put you in
a spot, I know I have.

- What exactly is your evidence
that Julia was murdered?

- A glove fragment,

and other pathology inconsistent
with death from a fall.

- Have you shared
any of this with

Detective Superintendent Tate?

- Not yet.

- So as long as she
thinks it's suicide,

you're in the clear?

- I can't conduct
an investigation

from inside a prison cell.

- Well, how long are you
thinking of holding out on her?

- As long as it takes.

If you're worried about
being implicated--

- It's you I'm worried
about, Tommy.

You obviously know what
you're doing, so, hey.

- I've asked Stewart Lafferty

to view Justin's remains
tomorrow morning.

That okay?

- Yeah, sure, that's okay.

But next time, I'd like
to be asked, not told.

No argument
with the cause of death

being the skull fracture.

- Any idea of a weapon?

- What's interesting are
these bilateral injuries here.

- What are the chances of

both legs being struck
in the same place?

- Exactly, so I'm thinking
car bumper.

- Justin wasn't even
four feet tall,

a bumper would've struck
him waist-height.

- Not if your driver
floored the brakes.

If you're traveling fast
enough, the front end nosedives.

I've seen six-inch furrows
in pre-stressed asphalt.

- So it was an accident?

- Well, the skull fracture is

certainly consistent
with secondary impact,

which chimes with
what looks like

white paint fragments
in the hair,

which because it hasn't rotted,
suggests a metallic base.

- So we're looking for
someone, probably a local,

who drove a white car?

- When we get the paint
analyzed, I'll do better than
that.

- Wait a minute, Conrad, when
you went out with Christine

she drove a white car.

Old, white Fiesta.

- I told her not to drive.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm sorry.

- I'll drive, you're well over.

- And you're not?

- Everything's relative.

- Look, I appreciate the offer.

- Was that really Julia
on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

- She couldn't have gone
to the Obornes' by seven,

she couldn't have taken--

That's what
you told yourself.

- I'm sorry, Dad.

- That's what you told yourself!

- It's what I believed.

You covered
up for your girlfriend.

- Look, I was young and
stupid, but if I thought--

- It wasn't your
decision to make!

I spent two years on that
case and it nearly killed me.

- Christ, I said I was
sorry, didn't I?

It was 12 years ago!

- So Julia called you.

Sam was drinking again,

he was in a dangerous,
a violent mood.

I mean, what if he broke
Justin's neck this time?

And she calls you at the pub

and says she's bringing
her brother over.

- And I said no.

How stupid would I be to
mess with the Obornes?

After all the lies they told
about me breaking Justin's arm.

- Not stupid, just principled.

You put Justin first.

- But it meant driving
over the limit,

and somewhere on the way
here you had an accident.

- And Justin was killed,
but Julia was okay.

And because she had talked you
into it in the first place,

she covered up for you.

- Where is all this coming from?

- You drove a white
Fiesta back then, right?

- So what?

- So, white car paint was
found on Justin's corpse.

- Well, it wasn't from my car.

- Once I got behind the wheel,

I realized what a mistake
it was and I walked home.

- Come on, that's miles away!

- I cut through the fields.

- So you did go home in
response to Julia's call?

- Yes!

She wasn't here.

- Where were you night
before last?

- On the night shift, why?

Are you asking me for an alibi?

You think

Julia was murdered?

- Would that be a
complete surprise

or would it make some
chilling kind of sense?

- Am I under arrest?

- No.

- I'd be surprised if Justin
was hit by Christine's car.

- 'Cause of the paint?

- The sealant, teflon
fluorocarbon.

Standard issue now, but
back in the early '90s,

the preserve of luxury cars
and emergency vehicles.

- Not fourth-hand Fiestas?

- Traces of rust argue
against the luxury cars

and the injuries are wrong
for an ambulance, so,

I'm thinking village bobby?

- Really?

Okay, I've got to go.

- You pulled the plug
on that mighty fast.

- All we can do is worry her
for now, and we did that.

- Lafferty thinks that Justin

might have been hit by
an emergency vehicle,

maybe a marked police car.

- What makes him think that?

- The paint sealant.

- Conrad saw her drive
away pissed.

- She could've got out.

I mean, she could
have walked home.

- You're forgetting
whose case this is.

- I just don't want you
making the same mistake twice.

- Mistake?

What mistake?

- You've no proof, Mike, just
like you didn't with Sullivan.

- That's a low blow.

- It's only the truth.

- You're lecturing me
about past mistakes?

- I'm counseling you to
keep your powder dry.

- What about you, Tommy?

You get your wife killed

and you're still dragging
people into your mess!

- Damn!

Ah!

- Well, on the plus side,
we're at a nurse's house.

- Officers get first
look on the squad cars

when they're bumped from
the fleet, right?

- Yeah, McCaffrey's a detective.

He wouldn't have
had a squad car.

- He was in uniform
till the early '90s.

- Okay, I'll check his
vehicle history.

You should get that
hand checked.

- Come in.

- Hello?

Hello?

- Ow.

Oh, look, sorry,
I've bled on you.

- Yeah, like that's never
happened to me before.

- You know, it's funny,
I'm the one who's

knocked my wing mirror
off my car

and yet you're the one
whose hands are shaking.

Does Mike McCaffrey scare you?

Do I scare you?

- Nobody scares me.

- That's not entirely
true, now, is it?

- Do you really think
Julia was murdered?

- What is it, Christine?

- Okay, McCaffrey moved
out of uniform

and bought his decommissioned
Sierra

and sold it on in July of '95.

- A month after Justin
was killed.

- Yeah, and the buyer was local,

a Daniel Forsyth, Cleve Farm.

- Odds are it's been sold again.

- Not according to DVLA.

- Let's check it out.

- Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

- Obviously, full
disclosure means

something totally different
to you than it does to me.

You think there's
a lab in London

that I don't do business with?

- Once we got the results back,

I fully intended
to bring you in.

- Bring me in?

You're too kind.

- And what if Lynley's
DNA is on that glove?

- But it isn't, is it?

- We don't know yet.

And the fragment itself
is evidence of murder.

- Evidence you wouldn't
have if wasn't for me.

- Dr. Lafferty, this
isn't finders keepers,

it's a murder investigation.

My murder investigation.

Where is Lynley?

- Any paint left to your side?

- Doesn't look like it.

- What a shame, we're probably
looking at our murder weapon.

It's McCaffrey.

Mike?

A guy out
walking his dog

has found a body near
Christine Faraday's.

- All right, we'll meet
you at her cottage.

Gotta go.

- Looks like a sexual
assault gone bad.

- Well, they left
the knickers on.

That's one prudish sex killer.

- I don't know, it looks
like she's been

strangled with a belt.

- Yeah, it could
be a buckle mark.

- This could have nothing
to do with the Oborne case.

- You know, I take conspiracy
over coincidence any day.

I'm sorry, I bled on you.

- Yeah, like that's never
happened to me before.

- Shit.

Mike.

- Yeah?

Yes, ma'am.

- I think he's talking to Tate.

I'm gonna be arrested
in a minute.

- What?

- You get back to London
and tell her everything,

the car, Julia, everything, go.

- Well, this is bloody
embarrassing, Tommy.

- What is?

- I've got to take you in.

Tate found out you
were down here.

She's got Lafferty in custody.

- Lafferty?

- Yeah

I said you were playing
with fire.

Where's Sergeant Havers?

- Oh, I don't know.

Must have gone.

Maybe she didn't want
to get arrested as well.

- Don't patronize me.

- Oh, come on, Mike!

- I'm not taking any
chances, Tommy.

- What, chances like
trust and friendship?

- Right!

Like you trusted me!

- One thing I don't get.

Julia, how'd you keep her
to keep quiet for so long?

What'd you have on her?

- I don't know what you're
talking about.

- Oh, that's all right,

your old car will be eloquent
enough on your behalf.

The party, that's it!

I remember thinking how you were

putting away the champagne
for a man on duty.

- Leaving us so soon,
Sergeant McCaffrey?

- Who else is going to
keep Wimborne safe?

- Save your breath for
Detective Superintendent Tate,

you're gonna need it.

- Why didn't you just come
clean at the time, though?

Why didn't you just say, "Look,
I'm sorry, I messed up."?

I mean, you'd be out
of the force, but, hey,

you're not the most
ambitious man in the world.

- You don't know the
first thing about me.

You kill me, you know that?

You really think just because
you play down the earl thing

that you're one of us, a
regular copper, one of the boys?

Well, I'm sorry, Tommy,

that's just about the funniest
thing I've ever heard.

This is a hobby for you,
you're a tourist!

You've no idea what
it's like to be your job

and to know that if you lose it,

that's it, you're dead,

in the gutter, no way back.

- Just remind me what any
of this has to do with

squashing a five-year-old's
body down a drain?

I mean, there must have
been a moment there,

there must have been a thought,

"Christ, how's it come to this?"

No?

Well, maybe you're right,
maybe I don't know you at all.

- One more word out of you

and I'll throw you
out of the car

and say you jumped.

- That sounds familiar to me.

- Mike, we need to
have a conversation

about the death of Julia Oborne.

- Yes, ma'am.

I'd like to make a
statement, if that's okay.

- Tell Conrad.

Please.

- What's going on?

- DNA from the glove.

Tate found out, ran it against
the officers' database.

- Hoping to find a match
with me, I bet.

- The closest by far,
Mike McCaffrey.

- Closest?

- It's a weak sample,

it's like a phone number
with missing digits.

- Barbara, where are you?

I'm a free man again.

Listen, I need you to
bear some bad news for me.

- Sam told me Julia and Lynley

were staying the
night in London.

With the shock of her
brother being found,

I had a bad feeling.

I saw them sitting up at
the bar getting hammered

and I knew I had to act.

- So, Dad's confessed?

- Yeah, well, he wanted
to make a statement,

that's all I know.

- Oh my God.

- You know, I'd be happy
to drive you to the station

if that's what you want?

- Right, well, that's
a kind offer.

I'll just get my coat.

- I don't know, looks like she's
been strangled with a belt.

- Yeah, it could
be a buckle mark.

- Was it really a kind
offer, Barbara,

or do you have an
ulterior motive?

- Turn around and put your
hands against the wall.

- So as soon as they left,

I followed them up to
Lynley's penthouse.

- That's wrong again.

- What?

- We didn't sit at the bar
and I don't have a penthouse.

Is it possible the DNA on
that glove wasn't his at all?

- Possible, but unlikely.

I mean, if it's not his,
it's a close relative's.

- Life is binary.

Sunny day, rainy day.

There's no good or
evil or free will,

we just react to the
hand we're given.

As rationalizations for
triple murder go,

that's a bit flowery.

- Listen, I'm not
justifying myself to anyone.

My first step on
the road to hell

was an act of blinding altruism.

- Julia's call for help?

You drove.

- I was drunk,

but Christine was paralytic.

- Look, I appreciate the offer.

- Was that really Julia
on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

How ex is your ex, Christine?

- Oh, grow up.

Don't they have any real
women at law school?

- Come on, I'll drive.

The girl was off her face.

Offering to drive was the
responsible thing to do.

- Oh, you're a model
citizen, Conrad.

- You should've told
Julia where to go.

- He hit her!

God only knows what
he'll do to Justin.

- Not your problem.

You don't owe these
people anything.

- Maybe I can think about
something other than myself.

- Is that a dig?

I'm nobody's mug,
that's for sure.

- Nor am I.

- It's practically
stamped on your forehead.

- Here we go, Justin,
Christine's house.

You stay here, you don't move.

Christine?

Christine?

- She brings Justin
through your front door,

you're party to abduction.

- So why are you
driving, genius?

- Because I feel bad in
advance about dumping you.

There, I said it.

- You piece of shit!

- Christine!

Julia was convinced Sam
was gonna hurt Justin,

but instead, I ended
up killing him.

I mean, who says God hasn't
got a sense of humor, eh?

- Oh my God, oh my God!

Oh my God!

- Talk to her, I've
been drinking!

It's goodbye, law school,
hello, prison.

My dad will kill me!

- Conrad, he's dead!

- And nothing can change that!

- I shouldn't have
ever let you drive.

- Does anyone else know
you took Justin?

- No.

- He was a sweet kid.

He wouldn't want this
to ruin our lives.

- Go home, Julia.

All you have to do is go home.

- They protected you and
you killed them for it.

- Soon as Tommy said he'd
fetch Julia from Rome,

I had a bad feeling.

And I was right.

- How did you coax Julia
into meeting you?

- Didn't have to.

She wanted my blood.

- You liar.

You told me you left Justin
buried in the orchard,

not in some drain covered
with bricks.

- Still reading your
thoughts, Barbara.

"Keep him calm, keep
him talking,

"then grab the knife
when he gets distracted."

Put a foot wrong, I'm
going for your eyeballs,

not your skin.

- You all right, Barbara?

- I'm fine!

- Call for back up!

I can't believe you were going
to let your dad take the rap.

- I always liked you, Tommy.

I could've killed you too.

- This is what it was
like with Julia?

Did she beg?

Did she look you in
your eyes and beg?

Did she?

How does it feel then, hey?

- Sir!

The keys, in there.

- All right?

- Welcome back, you.

- Thanks.

- I probably shouldn't say
this, but do you fancy a drink?