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[thunder]

[upbeat music]

[busy chatter]

- ♪ Patiently I've waited for your love ♪

♪ Aimlessly, like every time before ♪

[breathing]

[theme music]

[snap]

- Oi, over here.

[somber music]

- Not shirking, are we?

You're supposed to be giving your young master of the manor.

- I hate this thing.

I mean, every year it's just so try hard, even

worse that's in the house. - Get over it.

It's for Dad today.

- I know.

- Your mother wants us to join her and the vicar.

- Yeah, does she? - Come on, darling.

Two minutes and then I'll find a way to rescue you.

- You go, and I'll come in a second.

- Okay.

- She looks stunning today, doesn't she?

- She always does.

- Are you going to ask her?

Mom's got a point, you know. - Just leave it.

- For Dad.

- Ah, Krishna. - Reverend.

- Lady Catherine was just telling me

that you're a registrar now.

- Yes, surgical.

It's challenging, but I'm enjoying it.

- We're extremely proud of him.

- Good show.

London, is it?

- Yes.

- But we're here whenever we can be.

Especially at the moment, of course.

- Yes.

A very difficult time. Any change?

- Well, only for the worse.

- We never give up hope.

[loud laughter]

- Felix, such a good sport. - He is.

- They're serving cream teas, Vicar.

Would you care for one?

- Always, but I feel I should be somewhere.

- Yes.

You're judging the cake competition in the dining room.

- That's it.

- I'll take you through. I should be stopping anyway.

- Such a wonderful hostess.

- Mm.

- Krishna, darling, I don't want to irritate

you by asking again. - Then don't.

- What a gift it would be for your father.

This is the perfect time to propose.

You could--you could even ask her during the speeches.

Your father might even hear.

- He doesn't hear anything.

- Why would you say that? - Mum, please.

- I just don't understand what you're waiting for.

Oh, so glad you could make it.

Shame about the weather.

Come.

- Sal.

- Hi.

- I've--I've sorted it.

I can definitely get some more in a couple of days.

- Oh, that's great. Thanks.

- Yeah.

Where's Ollie? Do you want me to mind him?

- Oh, no, don't worry.

He's better off away from the crowd anyways.

- Yeah, yeah.

Nice shoes, Sal. - Oh.

Thanking you kindly, I'm sure.

There's my little man.

- Where have you been?

There were three trays' worth waiting there.

- Well, you can't force people to take them.

Can I have one? - No, you cannot.

They're for the guests.

What would Mrs. Mehta say if she walked in and you--

- Well, I don't think she'd mind a bit.

It's only you treats me like a slave.

- No, I do not.

- You should have one yourself, Martha.

Live dangerously.

- Thanks.

Oh, actually.

It's thirsty when playing the village idiot.

- [giggles]

[ominous music]

- Sally?

Sally!

- Yes, Miss?

- Are those my shoes? - Oh, yeah.

I didn't think you'd mind, because they were

in the bag for charity, so-- - For charity, not for you.

Do you like taking things that don't belong to you?

- No.

Sorry, Miss.

[whispering]

You need to stay away from me.

Get off me, you bastard.

- Dell, mate, pub. - Yeah.

[thunder rumbling]

[laughter]

- Well done, George. - Well done, George.

- Well done to all our winners.

And thanks to everyone who has worked so hard

to make this year's Martingale Fete a huge success in spite

of the sun staying away.

In fact, I think this weather has been a blessing.

It has brought our festivities even closer to Suresh.

How he would love to be standing here beside me.

He will so appreciate all your good wishes.

I am grateful to have had the support of my two dear children

today, Devi and Krishna.

[applause]

Krishna, did you want to say a few words?

Come, dear.

[applause]

- Uh, yes.

Well, I just wanted to say thank

you on behalf of my father.

Um, yeah.

Holding the fete here, it's a tradition that means,

well, a lot to him.

So...

Enjoy the rest of your afternoon,

and we look forward to seeing you all again next year.

[applause]

- Well done, darling.

- That was horrible.

- Come on. Let's get a drink.

[muffled shouting]

[baby crying]

- Okay.

Okay, little man.

Someone's hungry.

- Sally!

Can you come up for a minute, please?

- I must have forgotten a few dishes or something.

- Give it to me.

- What's happening?

Krish?

- Just--

[thud]

[muffled speech]

- You all right, Lady Catherine?

- Yes, thank you.

- It seemed to go well today, didn't it?

- Yes, well done.

I'm going to bed.

- Good night, then.

[breathing]

- Such troubles.

- Stop it, all right?

Why are you betraying us?

Me?

[muffled speech]

I just love you so much. I love you so much.

I would do anything for you, and

I just don't understand why--

You just stop it, please.

- Come to bed.

- Shh.

- I'm not listening. Actually, I'm not.

I'm not listening to this.

What is it, then?

[liquid pouring]

[gentle music]

- You and me, Ollie.

We're going to be okay.

[baby whimpers]

Shh.

[baby crying]

- How are you this morning, Martha?

- Fine, thank you, Madam.

- Why doesn't she see to that child?

- I don't know.

She's slept in again this morning.

Quite a habit, as I've said.

I'll go and wake her as soon as I've--

- Let me.

- Thank you, Felix.

- Sally?

It's 8:30.

Sally?

- What?

- Sorry, Sally, but we're coming in.

Christ.

[tense music]

- DI Roscoe, sir. East Essex Police.

Good to meet you. - And you.

- I hope I'm not wasting your time, sir,

but with it being Suresh Mehta's house,

I thought I'd better call it in.

Sally Jupp, housemaid.

Family say she was in good health.

Yeah, that's what made me wonder.

Cocoa, apparently.

Housekeeper says she took one to bed with her on most nights.

There's no tin.

I've got someone searching the bin.

If she died in her sleep, say, on her own,

how does that end up on the floor?

There's no sign of a suicide note.

- There's a child.

- 11-month-old. Found in his cot.

He's with a WPC.

Family think that's the only large window

that was open last night.

- Difficult climb, but not impossible.

- Not for someone fit.

- Tell me about the intruder last year.

He was Indian, is that right? - Yeah.

I worked the case.

Well, he broke into the house at night

and found his way into the bedroom.

Seems there's some ill will against Mehta

in the Asian community after he backed the new Immigration Act.

Part of his advising the Home Office.

Housekeeper managed to call us.

He ran off before we arrived.

But I'm thinking, you know, where there's one intruder,

there could be more.

The girl wakes up.

New mum, light sleeper.

The intruder puts a hand over her face or smothers her maybe.

- Who found Miss Jupp's body?

- That was me, Felix Hearne.

I'm a friend of the family.

- Felix served with my late husband.

- We were having breakfast, and we could hear the baby crying,

so I went up.

She didn't answer the door when I knocked,

so Krish came out of his room and we went in together.

- You weren't at breakfast?

- I went to the pub last night, and so I slept late.

- Did you touch anything in the room?

- Only the door, I think, obviously.

And I did cover her up.

I covered her face.

Sorry if--it didn't seem right,

her lying there like that, especially with the baby.

- How could she have died?

She was perfectly well yesterday.

- We're treating it as a suspicious death,

pending the post-mortem.

- You mean she was murdered? - We don't know yet.

- Did someone get in?

Because the window was wide open when Krish--

- We're looking into it.

I gather none of you has been able to help

us with her next of kin?

- She said she had no family when I interviewed

her for the position.

- We actually knew nothing about her.

- Thank you.

- It's an acute respiratory distress syndrome.

We--we don't expect him to survive.

- We'll work as quietly as we can.

Mrs. Mehta, can I ask if there have been any threats

against your husband recently?

- Recently?

No.

There have been some reports in the local newspapers

about his illness, but all the letters we've received

have been from well-wishers.

You think someone was trying to harm my husband?

- It's something we're keen to rule out.

- So in all the what, eight months that she worked here,

she never said a word about family or where she's from?

- What about the baby's father?

Did she ever mention him?

Did he ever come here? - I don't know who he was.

She did go out locally.

On her days off, she'd disappear for the whole day

and not get back till late.

I don't think she was from far afield.

Not--not from her accent.

- And yesterday, how did she seem?

- Fine.

We were busy because of the fete, but--

- Which was moved indoors? - Yes.

- So people were all over the house?

- Not upstairs. That's not allowed.

And not in here.

- Could someone have hidden in the house?

- No, no.

- Last night, was it you who locked up?

- Yes, I locked everything.

Krishna, he's got his own key.

He will have come in the back door later and locked it again.

He sometimes goes out for a cigarette or--

It was locked when I came down this morning.

- And you last saw Sally?

- Around 9 o'clock, I'd say.

- Before or after you locked up?

- Before.

I locked up quite early and went to bed.

- So at some point, she would have come in here

and made herself some cocoa.

- Did anyone else use the cocoa?

- No.

No, he bought it for her.

The tin?

- We found it in the bin.

She must have finished it off.

- What will happen to little Oliver?

- Social Services.

[bell ringing]

- Nothing at all out of the ordinary.

We were all tired after the fete,

so I think Sally helped serve dinner.

Yes, she did.

And I didn't see her again after that.

I went to bed early, around 9:30.

- Would that be to your own room or--

- Yes.

Krishna and I are courting, but--

well, I have my own room here.

I think of it as my own, I've been coming here for so long.

- And you heard nothing at all out of the ordinary?

- No.

I don't suppose Krishna could go back to work now?

I know he's fretting about his patients,

but he's too polite to say anything.

- I'll speak to him.

But I do want everyone to remain here for the time being.

- Understood.

- Thanks.

That's all of them, then.

Normal evening, and none of them heard a thing.

- An intruder comes to the house looking for Suresh Mehta.

The only open window is Sally's.

They climb the drainpipe and get in.

Surely they must have suspected that they'd find themselves

in someone else's room?

- It could have been a shock that she woke up,

or maybe the kid cried out.

- But why kill her?

Why not silence her in some way?

Knock her out, gag her, then go on to Mehta's room?

- Panic?

- Priority, we find out more about her.

Use whatever you can.

NI number, local schools, register of child's birth.

[gentle music]

You know anything about this?

- I've never seen it before.

A lot of names begin with D.

- She never had cause to give you anything?

- No. And anyway, she would have hardly addressed me

by my Christian name.

She called me Miss or Mrs. Langridge.

- How long have you been widowed, Mrs. Langridge?

- Nearly three years.

Why?

- Do you mind explaining to me the exact nature

of your relationship with Felix Hearne?

- We're friends, with occasional benefits.

He was wonderful when Jerry died.

Still is.

So if you're asking me if he might have been sleeping

with the hired help, then no.

There's something I think you should know.

Since Sally started working here,

things have been going missing.

Valuable items.

Gold bracelets of my mother's, a solid-gold fountain pen,

a figurine my father brought with him from India.

- Did you report this to the police?

- Mother didn't want to, and it's her house, so...

She's very defensive about Sally.

- In what way?

- She sees her as one of her charity projects,

giving her the job in the first place.

Admittedly, Sally was the only one to answer the advert.

In spite of mass unemployment, it seems not many in Essex

want to work for people who look like us.

But to give the job to an unmarried mother?

How was she supposed to do her work?

- Hello?

- Hello.

This is Commander Dalgliesh of the Metropolitan Police.

Who am I speaking to, please?

- How did you get this number?

- Get your hands off me.

[muffled shouting]

- Best if I do this one alone. - Sure.

- We put stickers on the back of doors

in women's loos, pubs, clubs.

She'd have seen the number there, copied it down.

What's happened to her?

I think I know what you're going to say.

- I'm afraid she's dead.

And we think it's unlikely she died of natural causes.

- Was it a violent death?

- She wasn't beaten or sexually assaulted.

- She was a live wire.

She was great.

She came to the refuge when she was about five months pregnant.

She had bruises on her arms and a black eye.

I took her to the hospital myself

when she went into labor.

She was brave.

She--she was crazy about Oliver.

Instant love.

- Did she ever say who was hurting her,

who she was escaping from? - No.

We don't question the women who come to us.

We're not the police.

Not that the police would be interested anyway.

Domestic.

I always assumed it was the baby's

father, given the timing, but she didn't say that.

- Did he ever manage to find her, make contact?

- No.

Our location is secret, properly secret.

- We're extremely keen to find Sally's next of kin, Miss Rice.

- No idea.

But I could ask around.

We've got a couple of women with us

who were there when Sally was. - Thank you.

- Here's the report from the lab.

Traces of benzodiazepine in the mug.

Sleeping drug.

They think it's a brand called Demirotol.

And here's the crunch. It's also in the tin.

- Sorry, dear.

I don't understand. We keep it in here.

Packet of Demirotol, it should be here.

- Did you forget to put it back?

- No, I always put it back.

- You don't keep the box locked?

- No, why would we?

Why are you asking about this?

- Who else would know it was kept here?

- Martha, Devi.

- Did you ever suspect that Sally

might be taking Demirotol, using it to help her sleep?

- And why would she do that?

- I know that Martha has complained about her sleeping

in sometimes.

- There is no way she would do anything like that.

She wouldn't risk not waking up for Ollie.

- There'll be a marked police car stationed outside tonight

to reassure you.

Please keep all doors and windows locked.

- Will we be able to leave tomorrow?

- We have jobs to go back to.

- This is now a murder investigation.

- But if you think she took a sleeping drug--

- I'll need to speak to you all again tomorrow.

[gentle music]

- Right, there's a low concentration of benzodiazepine

in her stomach.

That's the active ingredient in most sleeping meds,

including your Demirotol.

We can test for an exact match. - Low concentration?

- Yes, enough to make her drowsy.

Nowhere near enough to kill her.

Cause of death, suffocation.

There are petechial hemorrhages in both lungs, signs

of obstruction in her larynx. - Christ.

- We found two small fibers, white cotton,

in her left nostril, and there were three

on the inside of her mouth.

- So someone drugged her, knew she'd be sleeping deeply,

then goes back in and suffocates her with a pillow?

- A pillow would certainly work.

- And all in front of her kid.

- Keep the cause of death to ourselves for now.

Need to know only. - Understood, sir.

- Message, sir.

[line trilling]

- Miss Rice, Commander Dalgliesh.

- Someone here remembers Sally talking

about living with an auntie and uncle

somewhere around Basildon.

The auntie was called Simone.

She remembered it because it was unusual.

She can't remember the uncle's name,

but she thinks he was a roofer or a builder.

That might give you a chance.

- Mrs. Simone Proctor?

- Yes?

- We're with the police.

- She was my sister's girl.

Olivia's girl.

My sister and her husband died in a car crash

when Sally was four.

We took her in.

That's kind of you.

- When did you last see her?

- Well over a year. 18 months.

- She would have been pregnant at that time.

Did you know that?

We're not here to judge.

- I thought she might have been.

- She had a little boy.

Oliver.

Social Services will want to speak

to you as soon as possible.

- I can't have him here. I can't.

Malcolm wouldn't--

- Malcolm?

Is that your husband, is it?

- Do you have any idea who the child's father is?

Sally went to a women's refuge.

She had bruises, a black eye.

Any idea how she might have come by those?

- No.

- She went at around the time her pregnancy started to show.

Can you think of any reason for that?

We'll send an officer to collect you.

I'm afraid we'll have to ask you to identify Sally's body.

- No, I don't think I could bear it.

- Or we could ask your husband.

Is he at work? We can send someone to--

- No.

No, I'll go.

I'll go and see her.

- She's scared of the husband.

Perhaps Sally was, too.

- I think I know why.

Sorry, I didn't put it together until I heard his name.

Malcolm Proctor.

You know, this isn't my patch, but I think I know who he is.

He's National Front.

I'd rather say this now.

A couple of my brothers are involved in that stuff.

Look, I'm not.

I never have been, but, yeah,

I've heard them talk about him.

I reckon he's a nasty piece of work.

- 4, reported disturbance, Martingale

House, suspected intruder.

Over. - What the--

- Roger that.

12 minutes away from that location.

Over. [grunting]

- Oi, oi!

Hey, that's enough. Come on.

Hey, that's enough!

- All right, break it up. Break it up.

- All right, all right, look, look, he was in the garden.

He was looking-- - Oi!

- Off him, Mr. Hearne, or I'll charge you with assault.

- I'm doing your job for you.

- Felix, come away.

- Get inside, all of you.

Name?

- I just wanted to see her.

- Name? - Derek Pullen.

I wanted to see if it was true. Has he killed Sal?

Is she in there? Is she in there?

- Her body's been taken away.

- My God...

he's bloody killed her.

Where's Ollie?

- Who's killed her? - Him!

Krish Mehta!

He was forcing her, pushing her into sex!

He was threatening her! I heard him!

And she was scared.

The bloody bastard thinks he can do anything.

The rich wanker!

But I know what he is.

I know what he really is.

- And what's that?

- Krishna Mehta, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Miss Sally Jupp. - No.

- I didn't kill her.

- You are not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so. - Are you letting this happen?

- What's happening?

- Devi, Devi, Devi, Devi. - Our father--

- Devi, don't. - Is dying!

- There's nothing you can do. Devi, stop.

- Tell them.

Tell them what you need to tell them.

- Krishna.

[tense music]

[phone rings]

[music continues]

- Tell me about your relationship with Sally Jupp.

- She was a servant in my parents' house

and she seemed nice.

That's it.

- Two days ago, the afternoon of the fete,

we have a witness who says you accosted Sally

near the back stairs at Martingale

and tried to pressurize her into sex.

- What?

He's lying.

Well, this is that oaf, is it, that was trying

to break into the house?

- Did you ever have sexual relations with Sally Jupp?

- No.

- Not sure of that?

- I am sure.

Why don't you ask him why he was

trying to get into the house?

- We'll continue to detain Mr. Pullen

until we're certain he played no part in Sally's murder.

- I didn't kill her, and you won't find any evidence I did,

because I didn't.

He is lying to you.

- Are you a violent man, Dr. Mehta?

- Well, isn't that a contradiction?

I'm a doctor.

I try and save people, not hurt them.

- According to Mr. Pullen's statement,

you violently assaulted a friend of his,

Tom Smart, at the Lambton Arms Public House, Martingale.

July or August, 1967.

Pullen claims to have witnessed the assault. Do you recall it?

- I was 18.

- You broke Smart's jaw, put him in hospital.

According to Pullen, the argument was over a girl.

- Okay, the girl was Devi, and Smart was a racist moron.

He was bullying her.

Actually, do you know what, no, he was targeting her,

and it had started with him mimicking an Indian accent just

loud enough for her to hear, and then

he starts barging into her.

And she was 15, and he was 17 and twice her size.

And then the sick bastard started throwing

excrement at her back.

Now, my sister, who could hold her own with Dad's

Home Office crowd, she was humiliated,

scared out of her wits.

So, yes, I went and I found him, and I hit him so hard

that he never came near her again.

Then my dad paid him off.

I hated him for it at the time, but he knew,

he knew if it went to court...

whose side the jury would take.

- Right, okay, bye.

They're holding him.

They say we shouldn't expect him soon.

- Krish won't be back for supper.

- Miss, I'm sorry, but I've got to give in my notice.

I can't work here anymore.

- Don't you dare, Martha.

My mother's upstairs with my dying father,

and all this crap is going on.

Show some loyalty.

[door slams]

- According to Pullen, Sally was his friend,

and she asked him for help.

She asked him if she could borrow

some money because she wanted to get away from Martingale.

- That's lies.

- Well, we found cash hidden in her room.

Derek says he gave her the money in this.

It's what his wages came in.

Now, we've taken prints, so we can confirm

that part of his story.

- Why are you so sure that Sally wasn't trying to get away

from Martingale, just as you were

so sure that she wouldn't have taken the Demirotol herself?

You hardly knew her.

She was just a servant in your parents' house.

- It's odd, isn't it, why she'd want to leave Martingale?

You know, good job, living when she'd got a kid to think about.

I think she was trying to get away from you.

You know, what was it?

Lady Catherine, was she a bit boring for you?

And Sally's younger, prettier, livelier.

And then there's the thrill of the chase.

- I loved Sally.

I loved her.

I asked her to marry me that night, and she said yes.

We'd been seeing each other for months in London,

and Catherine--

- Catherine what?

- I should have found a better way to tell her.

Sally was everything I wanted.

We were going to be together, live our lives.

[somber music]

[clock ticking]

[suspenseful music]

- [scream]

Help!

Help!

- Devi! Devi?

- In there! He's there!

- Hey, stop! - He's there!

- Hey, stop! Help her!

Stop!

- Devi, what happened? Devi?

- Devi. - There was a man.

- Oh, my God.

- He was in my room. - What?

- Oh, my darling. Oh, my darling.

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