All language subtitles for Wycliffe - S02E08 - Breaking Point

- Alan!

It's Anne!

Anne Carter.

Go and get an ambulance, hurry!

Has she regained
consciousness at all?

No, coma since
she came in yesterday.

- Blow to the head, or...

What?

- Well there were numerous
contusions,

her head took quite
a beating out there.

But around her neck
there are pressure marks.

A finger and thumb.

- You mean strangulation?

- Your police sergeant
seems to think

she may have been
attacked, before

she ended up in the water.

However, she probably
never felt a thing.

We found a small puncture
mark, in her right arm.

When her blood test came back,

they showed a high concentration

of a narcotic drug, heroin.

Overdose.

- Was she a habitual user?

- Apparently not.

There are no other needle marks.

- Doctor?

- Oh, excuse me.

- So, she was either
experimenting with heroin,

got high as a kite, and
went surfing at midnight,

or somebody administered
the drug, against her will.

And then dumped her
in the water.

- You stay here, Potter.

If she comes round, I
want to know immediately.

- Become very cosmopolitan,
this surfing lark, hasn't it?

- You get all types, and
tripes at it these days, Doug.

Everything from solicitors, to

dog honest string squatters
down here.

Sir.

This is Sergeant Rinnick.

He's on attachment with
us, for this one.

- Pleasure to be working
with you, Superintendent.

And you ma'am.

- You come up with anything?

- Yes, Anne Carter.

She was found washed up
over there, Sunday morning.

And her car was spotted
at midnight,

the night before, near by.

- Volkswagen Beetle, sir.

- Do we have the vehicle?

- No sir.
- No, we've...

- It's disappeared.

Gone with the wind.

- Dixon's doing the
rounds on that one, sir.

- Didn't Carter ever
come to your

attention locally, Sergeant?

- Yes ma'am.

She was in this protest group.

Called themselves Surfers
for a Cleaner Sea.

Always pulling stunts against
the sewage in the water.

- Looks alright to me.

- Yeah, maybe.

100 yards out, it's
like oxtail soup.

Need your hedridge,
swimming in that.

- Yeah.

Apparently she wasn't a local.

She lived, and worked
at a hotel.

Part-time waitress.

- Yeah, beach hotel sir.

Rest of her time she
was out there, surf nut.

Looking for a wave.

- Okay.

You go visit the hotel, Doug.

We'll take a look around.

Sir.

- She Wycliffe's personal
assistant?

- No she's a DI.

- I know sir, but is
she free and easy

sort of style, is she?

- No.

She's not free.

And she's never easy.

And you'd do me a big favor
if you remembered that.

Sergeant.

- Look, I'm sorry
but you'll still

need permission from the ward
sister to see Ms. Carter.

- Right, I spoke to...

I'll go back down,
and do it now.

- Anne Carter's brother,
he says.

- Oh yeah?

Seen him somewhere before.

Where?

- Can't remember.

- Great detective you are then.

- Great, drink gentleman?

- Well I wouldn't mind another

beer, if that's alright.
- No, thank you very much.

- Cream tea would go down well.

- Eduardo.

Two creams here.

I thought Anne had
just had some sort

of surfing accident.

Well we're not sure if

it was an accident, Mr. Treen.

Her car is missing.

- It's rotten luck.

- Yeah you could say that, yeah.

- Oh no, I meant she was
going on holiday next week.

Australia.

Had the flight booked
and everything.

- Are you sure?

- Showed me her plane ticket.

Surfing on Bondi beach,
full of it she was.

- One endless summer
for some folk, isn't it?

- Was she planning to
travel alone, do you know?

- As far as I know.

- She had any regular
boyfriends?

- Oh, keep any straight.

- But not one in
particular, yeah?

- Well.

There was one fellow she
went with, Jake Marberry.

He's a shaper.

Shaper, what's a shaper?

- Oh makes surfboards,
Anne crafts 'em.

He's got a workshop,
and surf gear place,

over the other side of the bay.

Wrong bunch of characters
over there, they are.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
I'll just get that.

- Thank you very much.

- Lovely.

- Yeah Lucy, it's Doug here.

I've got a name for you.

Jake Marberry.

- Shut-up Gabriel, down!

- We're...

Looking for a Volkswagen.

- On the road, or for parts?

- A stolen Volkswagen,
Mr. Pendower.

- I might have known.

- Registration number GPS303.

- I've no memory for numbers.

- Do you mind if we look around?

- Got a warrant?

No.

But I can get one.

* Gone with the spirit

* Hear him breathe

* Live to the ghost

- Hi!

Is it Jack Marberry?

- Yeah.

Best of the west.

So hand shaped, front
and center.

Fiberglass outer shell,
and feel that finish.

- Police, Detective
Inspector Lane.

- Oh.

There a problem?

- We're making inquiries
about Anne Carter.

Do you know Ms. Carter?

- Sure, she used
to work up here.

You know she's been
involved in an incident.

- Yeah, you want the truth?

She had it coming.

Two foot slough, off a 20
feet sea, Anne was out there.

- You think what happened
to her was accidental?

- Suicidal, more like.

I've seen her paddle out miles

beyond the breaking point.

Daytime, night.

Waves jetting up, and
slowing down, so hard.

Even the best surfer in
the world couldn't make it.

- You were involved with
her, weren't you?

- Well I...

Who gave you my name?

- A Mr. Treen from the be...

- Treen?

Planning to drop
me in it, is he?

- Why would he wanna
do that, Mr. Marberry?

- Treen's not fond of surfers.

Specially not Surfers
for a Cleaner Sea.

- You run this organization,
don't you?

- Yep.

There's a big problem
with the astrovirus.

Gets in the water from
the outfall pipes.

Day trippers out there for a few

minutes are alright, but surfers

are out there for hours on end,

and that's when you
pick up the virus.

- So what do you do, protest?

- Yeah.

We have a go at the
local water board,

council, kick up a stink.

- Any possibility
what happened to

Anne might be connected
with all that?

- Could be.

Surfers aren't exactly popular

around here with some people.

- Did she have any habits
you're aware of?

- Excuse me?

- Some people smoke,
Mr. Marberry,

some drink, some have more
exotic ways of unwinding.

- Hey, inspector.

You're way out of my depth.

I know nothing about
what happened to

Anne last night, or
her exotic habits.

I just wanna see her
plow this thing.

Excuse me.

Changing room inside.

Anne worked here, in the shop,

up until a couple of months ago.

- I understand she
and Mr. Marberry

were very close.

- Not close.

They had a sort of thing.

Anne wasn't into Jake.

Excuse me.

Not her type at all.

Too full of himself.

- Is that why she left?

She and Jake Marberry
have a row?

- No.

It was...

Personal reasons.

How is Anne?

- She's not well.

What kind of personal reasons?

- That's for her to
say, Superintendent,

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

Don't know anything
about who attacked her.

Certainly wasn't me.

- I didn't suggest that
it was, Mr. Corliston.

Hello?

- Excuse me, I must see
to this customer.

Found it round
the back, sir.

And this.

It's her car, alright.

He's been well into
stripping it down.

- Zeb Pendower's a little
scallywag, sir.

Chop his hands off, he'd
steal with his teeth.

- Where is he now?

- He's over there, sir.

- Okay.

- Pendower, one of
your regulars then?

- Capital A, aggravation family.

He's a slippery customer,
alright.

- Yeah, well he's on
the skid for this.

I never touched
the woman.

Never saw her, her car
just come my way.

- Oh yeah, and how is that?

- One of my boys spot
it, down by the beach.

Abandoned it was.

Really?

- Door was hanging open.

So I wired it across,
fetch it up here for scrap.

See them surfers they just dump

See them surfers they just dump
their old cars, happens
all the time.

their old cars, happens
all the time.

- Looking for a good
citizen's award were you?

- No.

- Zeb Pendower, I'm
arresting you

on suspicion of theft
of a motorcar,

belonging to one, Anne Carter.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say...
- Save your breathe, son.

- I know it backwards.

I found this in
a brazier over there, sir.

- Is this yours, Mr. Pendower?

- It was in the car,
when I found it.

That's all I know.

- And the bag belonged
to Anne Carter?

- Yes.

And there were remains
of an airline ticket,

and wallet for traveler's
checks inside it.

The checks are missing.

Listen, what if Pendower
stumbles

across Anne Carter, late
night on the beach, right?

He tries his arm with her, and

everything gets out of hand.

- She was high on heroin,
Doug, an overdose.

How's that?

- This Zeb Pendower, does
he mess about with drugs?

- Not that we know
of, but according

to Sergeant Rinnick,
robbery with

violence was Zeb's specialty
in the younger days.

- Okay me and Doug will
do the interview

with Pendower, and you
run a background

check on Jake Marberry, Lucy.

And that character we met
in the shop over there.

- Corliston?

- John Corliston.

- Lucy, are you still friendly

with that journalist bloke,
what's his name, Simon?

- Why?

- Just wondered if
you've seen this.

Got the whole Anne Carter story.

Including the heroin injection

stuff that the boss
wanted kept under wraps.

- How did they get all this?

- That's what people are
gonna be asking, aren't they?

- Has Wycliffe seen this?

- No, I don't think so, not yet.

- I better talk to him.

- Now I would have
a word with your

friend, Simon, first
and find out

where he got the bloody
story from.

It obviously wasn't you, was it?

- Doug.

- That's what I mean,
it obviously wasn't you.

So there's no point casting a

shadow over yourself
with the boss.

Is there?

- Okay.

- Okay, I'll see you later.

She's in here.

Please, I've got to...

- Can I help you sir?

DC Potter.

- Sorry.

And you are?

- I'm a friend.

I'm just a friend.

I'm sorry.

- She shown any spark?

No.

Don't think so.

- Good.

You can go back to
sleep again then.

Had you
been drinking

the night you stole
Anne Carter's car?

No.

On some other
sort of substance then, Zeb?

- Oh, listen, I don't do drugs,

if that's what you're asking.

I thrash my boys they
so much touch the stuff.

- Show us your arms, would you?

- What?

- Please, Mr. Pendower.

- See?

Clean.

Both.

Wanna see my backside, and all?

- No that won't be
necessary, Zeb.

- This bag, which
you tried to burn,

these were in it.

- So?

- Air ticket, wallet
for traveler's checks,

except the checks
have been removed.

- Not by me, they wasn't.

That's how I found them.

I just slung the bag
in the brazier.

- Nothing else in the bag?

- No money, if that's
what you mean.

- Syringe?

White powder?

- Just checking the wrist
story time, or what?

I took a car, I reckoned
was dumped.

That's all I done.

Rest of the stuff you're asking,

I don't know diddly
about none of it.

I'm a reporter.

I get a story, and I
go to print with it.

We've had this
out before, Simon.

- Look I have my contacts,
and it's

nothing to do with you, okay?

- Where did you get this
information from?

The heroin injection,
times, places,

everything's in here.

- Oh come on, look, I
can't reveal my sources.

Look, I did some sniffing
around at the hospital.

And they all swear.

What is the problem?

- The problem is we don't want
the world to know all this.

- Oh well I see,
don't confuse the

public with the facts,
is that the idea?

- There are key clues.

Bits of information we
always keep under wraps.

Things only the offender
could know.

- Okay, okay, look I understand.

I do understand.

But I worked my backside
off to get that story.

Luce.

There's nothing for
you to worry about.

I mean your boss knows
you're not biddable.

- That's not even
the point, is it?

- Oh look, I promise
you, I promise you,

I would never hassle
you for information.

And I haven't.

Have I?

- No.

- Well then trust me.

Look the stuff I got
came from elsewhere.

Have you heard about this
Surface for a Cleaner Sea thing?

Did you know Anne Carter
was involved?

- Yes, we know all that.

- Look.

I did the story down
here, and...

Well it was like
Jaws, the movie.

I mean there were
really, really,

very heavy feelings
about the surfers

giving the place a bad name.

And...

Well Treen, he's
the hotelier who

Anne Carter worked for.

I mean he's a big wheel in
the Hotel Owner's Association.

- Is he now?

- Yes.

- A treasure hunter
found it, sir.

Washed ashore.

- If you would, Ted.

- And he hit the jackpot.

- Yes, Rinnick?

- It's been very cleverly
constructed, sir,

but the buffeting
it's taken at sea

has already begun
to take its toll.

And Bob's your uncle.

- Heroin.

Kilo to a penny, sir.

And there's a couple
of other tidbits.

The leg rope's got a
name written on it.

Anne Carter.

Bearing the logo,
best in the west.

That's made by Marberry.

Smart way to
smuggle drugs ashore with her.

- But if that was
why Anne Carter

was attacked, sir, why
abandon the surfboard,

packed with heroin?

- Maybe her attacker didn't
know the drugs were there.

- Or when Zeb Pendower stole her

car, he disturbed whoever
was dumping her body.

And they panicked,
and scarpered.

- Maybe.

- He had drug source, giving

Anne Carter's place a
complete rinse, sir.

He's clean.

But, I did find this.

It's a list of Anne Carter's
traveler's checks numbers.

- Get 'em circulated.

- Yes, sir.

Sir?

- Yep.

- There's been a development.

- You found anything?

- Nothing out of the
ordinary, sir.

- Mr. Treen, the owner, sir.

- Yes?

- One of my waiters,
Eduardo, God bless him,

suddenly remembered he took
a call for Anne Carter,

the night she disappeared.

From a man, arranging
to meet her,

down by the beach.

- Yeah, who was the call from?

- Well that he cannot remember.

He just took down the
message, which Anne picked up.

But, we got a last
number dial recall

facility on the bookings phone.

It gives the time,
date, the last 50

calls made to it, and
the number of the caller,

so if the call came
through this system,

it's still gotta be in there.

Well we've just checked
most of the numbers,

and nothing so far, so
maybe it's a dead end.

It's just the last few.

No.

Now here's one.

That's gotta be the
number of whoever

called Anne that night.

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

All the others tie
up with bookings.

I'll double check, anyway.

- You've been extremely
helpful, Mr. Treen.

Thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- Right, okay.

Yeah, thanks for getting
back so quickly on that one.

Cheers.

We've got a trace
on that telephone,

I'm being picked up at
the beach hotel, sir.

Whoever phoned Anne
Carter that night,

did it from a public call box.

- Oh great.

I've got the location.

- Well check it out, Lucy.

Yeah.

- What's the word from
the hospital, Potter?

- Ms. Carter is still on
the critical list, sir.

Hasn't regained consciousness,
sir.

Doctors don't sound too hopeful.

- Alright everybody, listen up.

The white powder, found
yesterday in the surfboard,

is confirmed as heroin.

Two kilos.

So it appears, or its
been made to appear,

that Anne Carter is involved
in major drug running.

- Which puts Jake Marberry on
the special potential list.

Now we know he's tied in
with this Carter woman,

and we know that he
made the surfboard.

- Now.

Drugs have already sworn
out a warrant,

to turn over his workshop,
at one o'clock.

We'll be giving backup.

Now this information is,
of course, confidential.

Which brings me to
the next item.

Press.

Now, you've been aware
that significant

evidence, in this inquiry,

has been published in the press.

Evidence which I specifically
insisted should be withheld.

Let me just make this clear.

I will not tolerate a leaky
team, is that understood?

Alright.

Anything else?

- Yeah.

Zeb Pendower's been
pushed out in bail, sir.

- You failed to sign-in,
you chase him up.

- Right sir.

- Right.

Lets keep the job water
tight from now on.

It isn't just an assault
we're looking at.

Or an attempted murder.

This involves drug runners,
and we will have them.

So that's Stug, Andy, Frank,

you give backup to drugs
on the Marberry raid, okay?

That's it.

- Chasing rainbows, man?

- We'll see.

Come on fellas, I've

got a business to run here.

One off, but if you feel
a bit more serious about

the things over there.

There's better stuff in the van,

which I'd be happy to dig out.

- Mr. Corliston, isn't it?

- Yeah?

- You work down here as well?

- Jake has me running all over
the place, flogging stuff.

- I wonder, you didn't
by any chance

phone Anne Carter, did you,
the night before she was found,

from the call box?

- No.

Don't think so.

- You can't be a bit
more definite about that,

could you Mr. Corliston?

- Nope.

Hey Johnny!

- Don't remember
- Grab us the ball!

- making a call.

No.

- Toughie old turnip greens.

Cannabis.

- No joy next door, so far, sir.

- It's the evil weed then.

- Yeah, we'll pull him
for possession off,

then forensics can take
this place apart, okay?

- I'm a bit worried
about her, doctor.

Hang on.

Problems?

- Yeah.

She's struggling.

Chance she might come
out of it, but who knows.

They found the bloke
who attacked her?

- Not yet.

- Gazette said she was
involved in drug smuggling.

- Today's Gazette?

- Yeah.

- Well.

You don't wanna believe
everything

you read in the papers,
eh, Avril?

- You're improving,
Mr. Detective.

- A large quantity
of heroin was found

hidden within a surfboard, which

you admit to having made
for Anne Carter.

- You're real jokers.

You find a pinch of
cannabis, in my workshop.

And suddenly I'm a
heroin smuggler.

- Heroin destroys people's
lives, Mr. Marberry.

It kills the kids who
get hooked into it,

I don't regard it as a
matter of a joke, sir.

- Do sermons as well,
Superintendent?

- Where were you last
Saturday night?

The night Anne Carter
was attacked.

- I can't remember.

- Did you make a phone
call to Ms. Carter,

arranging to meet her later on?

- Nope.

- Anne Carter is alive,
but only just.

If she dies there's a distinct

possibility we'll be
investigating a murder.

- You'd be wise to
cooperate with

us before that happens, Jake.

Was there some sort of argument

between you and her
about the drugs?

A struggle, maybe?

You didn't mean to hurt
her, but you panicked.

You injected her with heroin.

Dropped her body on a
surfboard, in the sea.

Is that how it went?

- You guys are hallucinating.

I know nothing about any heroin.

Or any of this.

- Okay, thanks.

Truro, ma'am, two days ago.

Nice little turn up.

- Right.

Sir, some of Anne Carter's
traveler's checks have shown up.

Cashed in an exchange
bureau, in Truro.

- The guy?

- Not sure on that yet, sir.

- Alright Doug, trace it up.

- Yes sir.

- Marberry complete blank then?

- Yeah.

He's been charged with
possessing the cannabis.

Anything happening with
Treen, up at the hotel?

- Well, he confirmed Anne Carter

was involved with
the surf protests.

- Organized by Marberry.

- Yeah.

It's possible Treen and her had

some sort of bust up over
it, but nothing definite.

Sir, I wonder if I could
have a word...

- Afternoon, sir, ma'am.

- It'll wait.

Thems the
checks I changed.

They're in Australian dollars.

1,500 dollars, which
came to 670 pounds,

base commission.

- He paid out 670 pound then?

- And who presented the
traveler's checks here?

- Well they're signed
by Ms. Anne Carter, see?

- Yeah, well we have a slight
problem, Mrs. Nankervis.

Because at the times
these checks

were cashed, Anne
Carter was lying

in a hospital bed,
in a deep coma.

Can you explain that to me?

- Don't know.

Odd isn't it?

- Come on love.

Perhaps you can delve
in your memories.

Solve this little
mystery for us?

- I shouldn't have
really done it.

It was a man.

But he had her passport, see,
and they were all signed.

He said she was sick.

I'm on commission, see,
so I changed 'em.

- Can you describe the man?

- Yes.

He was big...

Well on the middling
side of big.

And he had dark, sort
of light dark hair.

Excuse me, I...

- Could have been Zeb
Pendower cashed these.

Could have nicked both the
checks, and the passport

from her handbag.

- Could have been anybody, the

description she's giving us.

- Yeah.

- Lumbered you with the
night shift, again, Sergeant?

- Yeah, I need the overtime.

Another mortgage
payment due, eh.

- Goodnight.

- Are you off?

- Yeah, you celebrating?

- Yeah, it's my birthday.

Party's on Tuesday, but
the girls gave me a cake.

You wanna come up the
nurse's station?

You can have a nibble.

- Right.

Marberry's bank account's
come up trump, sir.

The account shows that he posted

a payment of 670
pounds cash into

a cash point deposit
box, two days ago.

The exact amount of traveler's
checks cashed out in Truro.

- That's conclusive, sir.

- Perhaps.

- Well Marberry must
have attacked the

Carter woman, stole the
checks, and her passport.

- He was playing
last night, yes?

- Yes sir.

- We'd better get the
cashier from Truro, up

to the station, organize
a lineup,

Lucy, of Marberry lookalikes,
and Doug?

- Yeah.

- You'd better pull Jake
Marberry back in again.

- Yes sir.

- DT Inspector's organizing
an ID parade

for tomorrow morning...
- Excuse me, sir.

- But John Corliston would
like a word with you.

Anne Carter.

- Mr. Corliston?

This way, please.

Go ahead.

- Well...

Superintendent.

When Anne worked with
me, up at the shop...

She and I had a relationship.

We were lovers.

And...

Then she finished with me.

- Well that's when she
stopped working at the shop.

- Yeah.

I got very depressed.

I take these tablets...

- Go on.

- I know it sounds ridiculous,

but I think I've lost my memory.

Blocked it out.

I think it was me who
attacked Anne Carter.

- But this man claims
that he lost

all memory of the fact that he

attacked Anne Carter,
four days ago.

- Well that's quite possible.

Think of the brain,
as a computer.

A virus in there, a
short-circuit,

one emotional surge, and you
can lose megabytes of memory.

Sometimes lost forever.

Sometimes retrievable.

- So you're saying he
could have done it,

four days ago, and
then he blocked

it out of his mind, completely.

- Yes, motivated forgetfulness.

It's a type of amnesia.

It's particularly associated
with things

we find difficult, or we
don't want to remember.

I'm like that when the
tax inspector calls.

- But this man claims he can
now recall what happened.

Memory loss is only temporary.

- Oh, it's perfectly possible.

Subsequent in-filling
of memory can occur.

It all starts coming
back, piece by piece.

- Ceril?

I'd like you to sit
in on an interview,

with this man Corliston,
would you do that?

- Well I'd be fascinated.

Well it's not my field,
but I'm familiar

with the literature
on forensic amnesia.

Tell me, does the man's account

of what happened, fit the facts?

- Well, yes.

But anyone could've done that.

This story's been splashed
all over the

tabloids, in meticulous
detail, all week.

- The Sergeant will
take you through

the identity parade.

So if you just try
to relax, and try

to remember the man who
cashed the traveler's checks.

- You say you made a
phone call, Mr. Corliston,

arranged to meet Anne
Carter at the beach,

and there was an argument.

What was it about?

- I can't really remember
word for word.

She said she'd been
involved with drugs.

I was horrified.

She laughed at me.

She had a syringe,
said she'd never

tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me.

- Did you take up the offer?

- No.

Told her she was crazy.

I grabbed at it, and
then I just lost control.

I was so angry with her.

So angry!

- And what was that anger about?

Drugs?

- Yes.

I was in love with Anne.

She loved me, I think.

We had something really
good together,

and I screwed it up.

- How was that?

- I had a fling with
another woman.

Her friend.

She couldn't stand it.

She felt I betrayed her, us.

She walked out.

So you felt
responsible for the

split up between you?

- Yeah.

I felt very down.

Depressed.

- You felt guilty about it?

- It was my fault!

I kept trying to
see Anne, to talk

about it, but she wouldn't.

- So why did she see
you that night?

- I'd heard she was
leaving the country.

She'd bought a plane ticket.

I begged her to see
me, before she went.

- The next day, after
attacking Anne,

you say you have no
memory of these events.

- No.

I swear to you, or I
would've come forward then.

I couldn't remember
a thing about it.

- But then the memory
started to return?

- Yeah.

Flashes kept coming
into my mind.

I thought at first I was
just imagining it all.

The horror of it, you know.

It's like I was haunted.

My head was bursting with it.

But then the picture got
clearer, and clear, until

more and more I realized...

- Did you discuss, with anyone,
the events of that night?

Read about it?

- Only what was in the papers.

- Traveler's checks,
Mr. Corliston.

- Sorry?

- Did Anne Carter show
you any traveler's checks?

- No.

I don't think so.

Why?

- It's no matter.

- Sorry.

I didn't mean to harm her.

I love her.

It's all my fault.

Just a thought.

And the phone call,
and message you

received, the night Anne
Carter was attacked...

- Yes.

- The name of the caller.

Was it a name like, Jack?

Or Jim?

Could it have been, Jake?

John?

- I don't know.

Maybe John.

Maybe Jake.

I'm sorry, my English
not too good.

- Better than my Spanish.

So, what do we think?

- John Corliston?

Well in a depressed
state, he could

have got himself emotionally
aroused

that night, when he met her.

Made an unpremeditated attack,

on someone he felt very
passionate about.

That pattern could easily
create psychogenic memory loss.

What he said
about his relationship

with Anne, did that strike you?

- Yes, it did.

- He said, he felt the
bust up was his fault.

Well, maybe because
of all this stuff

that's found its way
into the papers.

He's convinced himself
that he did it.

Because of the guilt
that he feels

about their relationship
turning out the way it has.

- Well, I mean, that's a
whole other can of worms.

If a man has a weak,
or suggestible,

personality, allied with
some personal guilt,

well it's a classic scenario
for a false confession.

- How did the lineup go?

- Not well.

The woman couldn't
pick Marberry out.

- Maybe she didn't
wanna pick him out.

Maybe she just wanted to
steer clear of trouble.

- I still think it's
Zeb Pendower, ma'am.

He could've sent one
of his boys down there.

- And why would he put the money

in Jake Marberry's bank account?

- To put us off the
scent, ma'am.

Zeb is capable.

- I hear Marberry's
in the clear.

Yes sir.

Seemingly.

- What about Corliston,
how did that go?

- Well everything
he told us fits.

Except the traveler's checks.

He's no knowledge of that.

- So, we await development,
then.

- Yeah, that's about
the size of it.

So angry!

So angry!

What
was that anger about?

The drugs?

Yes!

I was in love with Anne.

She loved me, I think.

We had something really
good together,

and I screwed it up.

So, you
felt responsible

for the split up between you?

Yeah.

I got very down.

Depressed.

You
felt guilty about it?

It was my fault!

- Do you reckon he did it, sir?

- I don't know.

Listen, get hold of
Potter, up at the hospital.

I wanna speak to whoever is in

control of the intensive
care unit, up there.

Tonight.

- Right, sir.

- Cheers.

Cheers.

- It is Pendower, Doug.

I put my pension on it.

- No.

- I know him of old.

Why don't we take him
somewhere noisy,

have a quiet word?

- Wycliffe doesn't
work that way.

Everything by the book, my time.

- Time was you and me
had cuff and duff

a bloke like Pendower.

You remember?

An hour together in
a cell, and he'd

be showing you his birthmarks.

- Days have gone, Frank.

- More's the pity.

- Maybe.

- Anne, my name is
Superintendent Charles Wycliffe.

I'm a police officer.

We are trying to find
out what happened to you.

So, I'm going to play
you a tape recording

of myself, talking to a friend
of yours, John Corliston.

I'm playing the tape now.

She
laughed at me!

She had a syringe, said she'd
never tried the stuff before.

Offered it to me.

Taunted me.

Did you
take up the offer?

No.

No, she was crazy.

I grabbed at it, and then...

I just lost control.

I was so angry with her.

So angry!

- Is this true, Anne?

Is this what happened?

I was
in love with Anne.

She loved me, I think.

We had something really
good together,

and I screwed it up.

How was that?

I had a
fling with another woman.

Her friend.

She couldn't stand it.

She felt I'd betrayed her.

- John says he didn't
mean to harm you.

He's very upset.

He says he loved you.

You loved him.

Anne, is this right?

You loved him?

Now, I'm holding your hand.

If you can hear me,

you squeeze my hand.

Can you hear me?

Sorry I'm late.

It took a bit longer at the
hospital than I thought.

Success?

No.

She didn't respond.

It's not surprising, really.

Anyway.

What's this all about, Lucy?

- Well I found myself in a bit

of a difficult situation, sir.

These press leaks...

I'm personally involved
with a reporter.

- Simon, isn't it?

I was aware.

Have you been discussing
the case with him?

- No, absolutely not.

We have an agreement,
I never talk shop.

- Well whoever you
choose to have

a relationship with, Lucy,
that's your business,

but did you ever take your
case papers home with you?

Your notes?

- Yeah, but Simon would...

He wouldn't go through
my papers.

- Well you know the
man, I don't.

But he is a reporter, Lucy.

They'll do anything for a story.

- Okay, I'll talk to him.

I just can't think that he'd...

I'm sorry.

- I was hoping you'd
come to me, Lucy.

It's best this way.

If Simon has been taking
a look at your notes,

it's a serious matter.

For both of you.

- Brackets.

Brackets one relates
to the power.

She
laughed at me!

- Constables, on the
premises of...

She
had a syringe,

said she'd never tried
the stuff before.

Offered it to me, taunting me.

- Statutory undertakers.

Undertakers.

I grabbed at it,

and then I just lost control.

I was so angry with her.

So angry!

- You've screwed up
a major inquiry.

A man's confession may have been

influenced by what you wrote in

that damn rag of yours.

- Oh, come on.

- You went through my
papers, didn't you?

- No!

- Then how did you
get the story?

And don't give me
that crap about

protecting your sources.

- I can't tell you.

But it wasn't from you, right?

- Simon.

You may have committed
a serious offense.

- What?

- Try perverting justice,
for starters.

- Okay.

I'm gonna tell you where I
got the information from.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Okay?

- Ian!

She's moving.

- Ms. Carter?

Anne?

I'm a police officer.

Where's John?

I heard John.

- Yes.

That's right.

You're alright.

- Thank you.

- Dixon.

- Good night last night, Doug?

- Yeah, this Corliston
chap, and his

confession, and all
that stuff about

not being able to come forward,

because he lost his memory, well

maybe he was setting the scene.

So he could plead that we wasn't

in control of what he was doing.

Balance of the mind,
disturbed, sort of thing.

- Yeah, that's possible.

He may have been
deceiving himself, not us.

Wycliffe speaking.

Yes, Potter.

Has she?

Yep.

Right.

Okay, Potter.

Well done.

No, no, you stay
at the hospital.

Yeah, bye.

Anne Carter has regained
consciousness.

Eduardo.

- Si?

- Mr. Treen around?

No.

Treen.

He's out in his fishing boat.

- Does he know we're on to him?

Not sure.

Spoke to the radio, sure
he's been tipped off by now.

Okay.

Lets go.

- I spoke to Simon.

He told me who gave
him the information.

How were the
drugs brought in?

- Treen picked them up,
in his fishing boat.

From a Spanish trawler,
off the coast.

Eduardo's brother's boat.

Treen sailed to about a mile...

Offshore.

Where I paddled out to.

I'd swap surfboards,
and run the stuff

back into the beach.

- And what happened that night?

- I told them I wanted out.

They wouldn't let me.

I knew too much.

I said I'd leave the
country, and they said no.

But then they agreed,
if I do one last run.

- Bringing in the heroin.

- When I came ashore,
they were waiting for me.

By the car.

They grabbed me, and
tried to strangle me.

Eduardo injected some
stuff into me.

I don't remember anything else.

- There he is.

This is the police!

Return to port.

Turn your boat around,
and return to port.

Return to port!

Turn your boat around,
and return to port.

Anne Carter has recovered.

Turn your boat around,
and return to port.

She's told us everything.

Turn back now, Mr. Treen,
or we'll drag you back.

- Hi there.

Have you finished up
there now, then?

- Just about, yeah.

Thanks for everything,
especially the cake.

- Oh, it's a pleasure,
here you go.

See ya later, maybe.

- I set up the phone call,
cashed the checks in Truro.

I put the money into Jake
Marberry's bank account.

We give you a prime
suspect to look at.

- Why Marberry?

- 'Cause he's a jumped
up little troublemaker.

- 'Cause he wanted
to get rid of the

scum polluting things
around here.

I'm with him, Mr. Treen.

- I'm sorry.

My head's so messed up.

I thought it was all true.

Everything I'd said.

It was all in there.

Like a film playing
over, and over, you know.

- Yeah, it's okay, it's
okay, we understand.

Sorry.

Sad case that
one, and he's not the first

to make a false confession,
I doubt he'll be the last.

- There's some people
waiting to talk

to you at headquarters.

- Oh, what about sir?

- The close relationship
with the press.

- Oh look sir...

Alright!

So a journal bought me a
few beers, now and again.

- Well I expect those
few free drinks

may turn out to be
the most expensive

ones you've ever had, Sergeant!

What's this,
going to a party?

- Yeah.

Someone's birthday.

Not that nurse
over at the hospital?

- Yep.

- How do you do it, Potter?

- I don't know, Sarge.

Must be my bedside manner, eh?

- Oh, sorry.

You look smart, Potts.

- Thanks ma'am.

- How's things with Simon?

- Simon and I have split up.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

- I think you maybe
should've gone straight

away to Wycliffe about
that press leaks, you know?

- He was waiting for me.

Knew everything.

- Sorry to give you a
bit of a bum steer there.

- Just looking out for
me, weren't you Doug?

- Someone's got to, don't they?

- Thanks.

I appreciate it.

- Well I'm just gonna
check the boys.