Original subtitles

(DOOR OPENING)

Gowan.

People are waiting for their drinks.

Dad!

Elizabeth.

- I care about you. -Oh.

I don't...

- I don't want you... -So this is where my favourite girl's got to.

We missed you.

Both of you.

WOMAN: He's carrying on as though nothing has happened,

he's deceiving himself as well as everybody else.

About what?

If he thinks the truth died with her, he was wrong.

I don't understand.

What are we talking about? What truth?

Before I say anything...

I want you to understand, I love you.

Just tell me.

I hate doing this.

- But your mother lied to you. -Lied about what?

What's going on?

Joy made a few changes to the script.

- I thought you knew. -A word.

- Don't you want to hear them first? -Now.

Is there a problem, Stuart?

It's time to get up, joy.

It's a lovely day.

J W?

- Sir, what are you doing here? -Strathclyde have requested our help.

Have you ever been to Glasgow on a Saturday night?

There's nothing Strathclyde can't handle.

- This involves a theatre company. -Oh, really scary.

The actors, Robert Gabriel and Joanna Sydeham.

- What, the Robert Gabriel and Joanna Sydeham? -I believe so.

My mum used to love that soap they were in.

Hasn't a clue what's happening, of course.

They rehearse in a place called Westerbrae.

Thanks.

- So? -Well, it's due to open in the West End quite soon.

And in case the investigation isn't over by the time they come to London,

they want some Met officers up there.

- Who died? -The playwright, joy Sinclair.

HAVERS: Did you see that episode where Joanna Sydeham got kidnapped by a psycho killer?

No.

The psycho points a gun at her, she takes her kit off

and suddenly, whoa, he puts the gun down.

I mean, you wouldn't catch me doing that.

Shame.

LYNLEY: How long have they been here?

They've been rehearsing in the theatre for a month.

Previews are meant to start on Monday.

- How many in the cast? -just Joanna Sydeham and Robert Gabriel.

It was a star vehicle for the two of them.

As you'll have seen from the notes,

the house they're staying in belongs to Sir Stuart Stinhurst, the play's producer.

SOCO reported no signs of an intruder.

The security system was fully operational, hadn't been triggered.

Anything unusual happen the night before?

Sir Stuart and joy Sinclair had a bit of an argy-bargy.

Argy-bargy?

A set-to.

I think Sergeant Havers was asking, "What about?"

Last minute changes to the script.

Hardly a motive for murder, you'd have thought.

Robert Gabriel, actor.

Joanna Sydeham, actor.

David Sydeham, her husband and manager.

Sir Stuart Stinhurst, the play's producer.

Elizabeth, Sir Stuart's daughter.

- She found the body? -Hmm.

Gowan Ross, general help.

Rhys Davies Jones, the director.

- Helen Clyde... -Helen!

She's a profiler for the Met.

- You know Helen Clyde? -Yes.

Well, how close are you to her?

Is that a problem?

Well, her room was one of the two means of access to the murder scene.

SOCO lifted fingerprints

from the handle of the door between Clyde's bedroom and the victim's,

also from the key.

They compared them to prints found on glasses in other rooms.

And?

The fingerprints aren't hers.

We're more or less certain that they belong to the play's director, Rhys Davies Jones.

So...

Helen and Davies Jones swapped rooms.

Rhys Davies Jones' bed wasn't slept in last night.

- Oh, you mean that he and Helen... -Anything else?

We found a pair of trousers in his room in the laundry basket.

SOCO report what looks like minute traces of blood in the right hand pocket.

- They're being tested. -Does Davies Jones know about this?

We took clothes from all the rooms,

told them it was in connection with the investigation.

LYNLEY: Did you run a check on him?

INSPECTOR: Drink driving, that's all.

They can't keep us here. We don't have to stay.

I remember those lines.

You, me, trapped in a cellar,

where we give in to our passions and finally make love.

- End of episode. -This isn't helping, Robert.

If we're postponing the first night then why can't we...

It's all right, darling.

- Stuart and I... -Nothing's been decided yet.

JOANNA: We're living with a murderer, David.

One of us is the murderer. I mean, how can we open?

Nothing like the murder of an author to bring in the punters.

We're talking about joy.

Show some respect!

Dad.

Look, I will not have you upsetting Elizabeth...

or anyone else with hysterical speculation.

It isn't helpful. It could well be dangerous.

I suggest we leave the police to identify the murderer.

Maybe we should pass on this.

Personal interest issues.

I'll talk to the Chief Constable.

Well, we don't want accusations of bias flying around.

- If Helen is having an affair with a suspect... -Well, we don't know that yet, Havers.

Has she mentioned this Davies Jones bloke?

No. No, she hasn't.

Are we ready?

Yep.

HAVERS: What happened there?

INSPECTOR: A woman from Westerbrae, Hannah Ross,

hanged herself in the folly two weeks ago.

The inquest was opened and adjourned, but they reckon it's suicide.

You saw a picture of her son, Gowan, earlier.

- Gowan? -The general help up at the house.

Poor kid. First he loses his mum, now this.

Is your pad in Cornwall this big?

Size isn't everything, Havers. Isn't that what you women keep telling us?

Well, pity they haven't got a butler. House like this, he's bound to have done it.

SOCO must have finished with my room by now.

Can I have your attention please, everybody?

My name is Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley from Metropolitan Police

and this is Detective Sergeant Havers.

I appreciate how distressing the situation is for everyone at the moment

but it would help our inquiries if you did not leave Westerbrae.

Anyone who does want to move out of the house

please give DC Lonan a forwarding address.

And, sir, the officers are finished with Helen Clyde's room.

If I can take her to change?

You all right?

It's nice to see a friendly face.

I hadn't met most of these people till two days ago.

- What are you doing here? -Rhys.

Rhys Davies Jones, the director, invited me.

Isn't this awkward for you?

I cleared it with ACPOL.

The Assistant Chief Constable trusts me to be impartial.

You never mentioned you were coming to Scotland.

Can you blame me?

You would've had me waste the entire weekend trying to track down some obscure whisky.

Have you known Rhys long?

About three months.

PATHOLOGIST: I'd say death occurred approximately 10 to 12 hours ago.

There are fibres in the wound, possibly leather and rabbit fur.

Oh, well, that narrows it down. We're obviously looking for a pyscho Bugs Bunny.

LYNLEY: The killer was wearing gloves.

That would explain the blood stains on Davies Jones' trousers.

He took the gloves off and put them in his pocket.

What about the fingerprints on the main entrance to the room?

Joy was a popular woman. It seemed everyone paid her a visit at some stage.

The row last night was about rewrites to the script, yes?

INSPECTOR: Correct.

The victim handed out amended blue pages just before the read-through.

So where are the blue pages now?

And I saw a laptop in the video.

SOCO removed it. Forensics are checking it now.

PATHOLOGIST: No sign of a struggle.

From the blood distribution I'd say that the victim was lying down,

that the killer was standing above her.

- The point of entry of the blade is very precise. -The victim had to have been asleep.

LYNLEY: Eight people in the house.

What are the chances of coming in and going out through that door

without bumping into someone on the way to the bathroom?

- INSPECTOR: Unless, of course, you... -You come in through Helen Clyde's door.

I went to bed, read a bit.

Then Rhys came to see me.

- What time did he arrive? 4100.

And what time did he leave?

Not long after five.

He must be someone really special.

I hope so.

How can you be so accurate about the time that he left?

He woke me.

- Was he dressed? -Yes.

Is this really relevant?

Before you went to bed together, did Rhys do anything?

What?

He locked that door.

- And did he leave the room at any time? -No.

How can you be so certain?

He managed to get out of bed and get dressed without waking you.

He didn't go anywhere. He wanted a cigarette.

Whose is the brandy?

Rhys brought it.

- Did you have a drink? -No.

- Did Rhys? -No.

- Bag it. -Oh, for God's sake!

What do you think he tried to do? Drug me?

- It's just routine. -I'm sorry, this is totally absurd.

- Check the seal. It isn't broken. -Yes, it is.

The only reason that Rhys didn't have any brandy is because he doesn't drink.

When I went over to him...

he was sweating badly.

He was agitated?

It had nothing to do with Joy's death.

He's an alcoholic. He brought you the brandy.

He's a recovering alcoholic.

Well, thanks.

- If there's anything else... -Well, that's it? You're just going to go?

We have an investigation to run.

You think Rhys murdered joy. Based on what?

You can't possibly expect me to answer that, Helen?

- Sir? -Let her go.

You didn't cut her much slack.

You'd be the first to be sounding off about favours for friends if I did.

Well, Helen's a profiler. You'd think she'd realise if she slept with a killer.

Psychopaths can be extremely charming and manipulative.

She explained the fingerprints.

Perfect alibi.

Davies Jones lets Helen see him lock the adjoining door,

she then tells us how the prints come to be on the key and the handle.

Are you scared of me?

I'm embarrassed.

It's stupid, I know.

Relationships aren't really my strong point.

Not my relationships, anyway.

Not relationships like this.

Whatever it is.

I know exactly what it is.

Any luck with joy Sinclair's laptop?

DC Lonan rang, it turns out the hard drive's been wiped.

Whoever didn't want us to see those rewrites went to some trouble.

Get Scientific Support onto it, see if they can't salvage something.

No blue pages in any of them.

I'll have the lads search for them.

Who'd wanna kill someone over a play?

And murdering the author doesn't necessarily mean it won't be performed.

What's it about, anyway?

A female stalker holds her target captive in his own home.

In an attempt to win her over, they form a relationship.

Can it survive in the real world?

That's what it says on the publicity leaflet.

Right, who first?

- Sir Stuart. -Okay.

No caustic comments about him being a knight.

Stuart Stinhurst isn't some inbred wastrel.

He earned his knighthood from the government on behalf of a very grateful nation.

- Have you seen any of his musicals? -No.

Well, I've got his CDs, you can borrow them if you like.

What have they said?

I murdered joy?

I brought brandy to your room to get you drunk, made love to you

and then I killed joy.

I brought the brandy to prove to you I'm not a drunk anymore.

And then I woke

at four,

terrified.

This play is the first decent job I've had in three years.

Suddenly Stuart...

people I care deeply about, are screaming at each other.

Maybe I don't deserve a second chance.

I looked at the bottle,

picked it up and unscrewed the top.

All that...

endless counselling.

- And for what? -Rhys.

And then you said something in your sleep,

you must've been dreaming.

I watched you and...

suddenly, no contest.

I needed you more than anything else.

If we could discuss this without your Sergeant, Detective Inspector.

Sergeant Havers stays.

I could insist that my solicitor be present.

Unfortunately for you, his practice is in London.

Well, you should have told him to...

He could hold up this investigation for hours, and he knows it.

Yeah, but...

You know, he should remember,

it's people like me who made him what he is today.

And his last show was rubbish.

I'm sorry, that was exceptionally heavy-handed.

Sergeant Havers is an extremely competent and professional officer.

Your force has quite a reputation for leaking material to the press.

At least if there's only one of you, I'll know who the source is.

And what are you so desperate to hide from tomorrow's papers?

Joanna's never been on the stage before and she's petrified.

The tabloids have already been sniffing around questioning whether she's up to it.

And then joy suddenly announces changes to the play three days before you open.

Is that why you reacted so violently?

-"Violent" is putting it rather strongly. -You were heard to have a blazing row.

What are you suggesting? I killed joy over some rewrites?

She was a very dear friend.

What exactly are these new lines?

I don't remember.

The content wasn't the point. The point was...

I'd like to see a copy of the changes, please.

- You took the scripts. -The rewrites were missing.

They were there the last time I looked.

Thank you.

That'll be all for the moment.

Oh, Detective Inspector.

When you speak to my daughter, Elizabeth...

Yes?

I'd be most grateful...

Well, her mother died very painfully not so long ago

and now, finding joy, she...

just make sure you treat her carefully.

(DOOR OPENING)

It's okay. There's no one here.

Oh, I'm going outside.

Somewhere in the open where no one can creep up on me.

We'll be all right as long as we stick together.

I'll put the kettle on.

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

Trust me.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

I was just making some tea.

Do you want a cup?

They think we did it. They do, don't they?

Everyone's on edge.

I hadn't realised what a fruitcake she was.

Pick, pick, picking at her lip.

We've only her word that joy was dead when she went in.

Don't you dare repeat that.

She's Stuart's daughter. He's one of my oldest friends.

Yeah, okay.

I thought he was great till yesterday. But what do we know?

The only time he invites us here is when I get a part in his play.

That looks like script pages.

Get those bagged up, yeah?

- Is everything all right? -Hmm?

Oh, just routine stuff, that's all.

That fight with joy...

It can't look good.

Now, don't you worry about me, just concentrate on yourself.

I just don't want to let you down.

You won't.

You'll be fine.

The longer we hold off questioning Davies Jones, the more he and Helen can talk.

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

I want to get some results back on his clothes first, give me some hard evidence,

make him sweat in the interview.

We could always lock him up in the dungeon.

Place like this is bound to have one.

The Sydehams had the room next to joy, didn't they? Let's talk to them.

The show will be going ahead.

You don't have to check with Stuart, I'm telling you.

Come in.

Copy approval as usual. Okay?

Like to ask you a few questions, please, Mr Sydeham.

You manage your wife's career?

I take care of most aspects of her life.

- Is she your only client? -Yeah.

Apparently your wife was in a highly nervous state before the murder.

This is a very important point in her trajectory.

Big names in the West End get taken very seriously.

Then joy ruins everything by handing out rewrites to the script.

Well, I usually negotiate improvements with the writer.

Violence is the last resort.

It can't be easy for you.

What do you mean?

Well, seeing your wife kissing another bloke on television.

I mean, that was such a great storyline.

I mean, they were really hot. Wouldn't you say so, sir?

Not quite the words I would use but yes.

It's her job, for God's sake.

HAVERS: I wouldn't think that kissing Robert Gabriel was hard work.

DAVID: She and Robert loathe each other.

You sign your wife up to work with someone she loathes?

Oh, she has no problem with it.

Isn't putting your wife's career into the hands of an alcoholic director rather a risk?

Stuart Stinhurst and I go way back.

If Stuart reckons Rhys is fit for the job...

After the blow-up about the script changes, Joanna was upset.

She had a go at me for getting her into what she called "this mess".

I thought it best if I retreated to bed.

What time did Joanna come to bed?

About midnight.

Were you awake?

Joanna and I haven't gone to sleep for nine years without kissing goodnight.

Designer watch, expensive clothes.

I mean, Joanna Sydeham must be earning her husband a fortune.

Or he's living beyond her means.

(DOOR OPENING)

- What are you doing in here? -It's a bit risky, isn't it?

You're on your own.

ROBERT: If I'm gonna die, I might as well die with a nice bottle of red inside me.

I would offer you some only...

- I heard talking in your room last night. -What?

Late, after twelve.

- Was it joy? -No.

ROBERT: What were you doing prowling around after midnight?

If you've got yourself in a mess, you talk to me.

Now, you've obviously had something on your mind these last few weeks.

Are you trying to set me up?

I'm concerned about you.

Yeah, only because you're so desperate for this play to be a success.

RHYS: You've been making up to Stinhurst and Elizabeth.

What's that about?

And if it wasn't joy, who was it?

- Joanna? -Oh, you're kidding.

Oh, don't tell me it was Elizabeth.

- You and Elizabeth? -No, Gowan, you've got it all wrong, mate.

- You're a dirty bastard. -No, wait.

Calm down.

- I'll kill you! -Get him off me!

- Leave him, Gowan. -Get off me!

Leave him.

ROBERT: I told you I wasn't with anyone.

I can't open a paper without seeing your face stuck down some cleavage.

I mean, you've really suffered for your art.

You think this happened overnight?

I walked into a job centre and said I wanna be a famous actor?

My mum juggled four jobs to get me here. You get famous and they want to label you.

If mine's "stud", I'm not complaining.

So you were with someone.

No.

And definitely not Elizabeth.

I mean, she's nice enough but there's something seriously not quite right with that kid.

It's funny. All that stuff you read, you don't imagine Robert Gabriel having a mum.

Sounds as though you've fallen for his charms.

I wouldn't say no.

Yeah, joke.

Even if Robert's fingerprints were found in Joy's bedroom, well, what does that prove?

People were in and out of each other's bedrooms all the time.

You know one thing, though. Robert said there was something "not quite right" about Elizabeth.

Her father's very protective towards her.

See if you can't get hold of her medical records.

Stress that we'll be discreet, but tell the GP I'll get a court order if necessary.

Well, apparently she and Gowan are an item.

Can't see Sir Stuart welcoming a handyman into the family.

Anything else?

Yeah. We found remnants of burnt paper in the boiler.

And the scientists are checking it out and if they are the rewrites, they're unreadable.

And we're also sampling the ashes for traces of glove.

Who has access to the boiler?

Well, it's Gowan's job to attend to the boiler. But anyone could have wandered in there.

She, uh, she wouldn't go with Robert. I know that really.

No, I understand how it is.

You get a notion in your head and the pressure just grows

and you've got to let it out somehow.

- Aye. -So do you make a habit of punching people?

Well, he wouldn't be such a catch if he got his face kicked in.

I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Right.

- HAVERS: What made her do it? -She fancied a change.

I don't know.

What did you think of joy Sinclair?

She was a writer.

Yeah. She wrote these true murder books.

Very popular with young blokes, apparently. Have you read any?

Excuse me. Nope.

Did you go to the boiler room last night?

Sir Stuart said not to. He said he'd take care of it.

- Sir Stuart did? -Aye.

One minute he's having a go at me for not trying hard enough,

-the next minute he's saying not to bother. -Oh, he's been giving you a hard time?

No, he's all right. He gave me this job.

He was really cut up over mum.

What does he think about you and Elizabeth?

He thinks he knows what's best for us.

And that doesn't include you?

- How long have the two of you been going out? -Four weeks.

Ever since the theatre lot showed up.

- Mrs Sydeham? Are you all right? -Yeah.

- The Detective Inspector would like a word. -I'll go and get David.

No, no, no. He'd prefer to talk to you alone.

An officer found an empty bottle of whisky in the waste bin in your bedroom.

Does your husband normally drink after a bust-up?

He told you we had a bust-up?

It was only about this stupid play. I didn't mean any of it.

I'd be nowhere without him.

Well, how come when you're so upset, he goes to bed and drinks a bottle of whisky?

- It certainly is a convenient alibi. -Alibi?

If we did believe he drank all that whisky, he couldn't possibly have killed joy.

But he did. He did drink it.

Maybe he drank it after you came to bed.

Maybe he drank it after joy was killed...

to settle his nerves.

No, he'd already crashed out. I put the empty bottle in the bin.

You said you'd be nowhere without him.

You have to defend him.

You don't understand.

- It's what always happens. -Always?

He loves me.

He wants to...

But when he tries...

we have a row and he thinks he should...

you know,

to make up.

He thinks it's what I want.

I can't bear it.

I can't bear him humiliating himself like that.

So I stay away until he's drunk himself to sleep.

I read somewhere you wanted kids.

You can't have everything.

Why would David Sydeham lie and say he was awake when she came to bed?

- To protect her? -And why would Joanna want to killjoy?

Why would David want to kill her? He needs Joanna to star in the West End.

Background stuff you requested on Rhys Davies Jones.

Oh, thank you.

I'd like you to run an urgent check on Carol Davies Jones.

She may be using her maiden name of Lewis.

Mother of two, possibly working as a teacher in the Melbourne area.

Yeah. As soon as you find anything, could you let me know?

Thank you.

Oh.

Bloody hell. This place has got me spooked.

I've just been speaking to Davies Jones' ex-wife.

He used to beat her, apparently.

Quite badly.

There's nothing on his record.

She never pursued a complaint. She was too frightened. Moved to Australia.

Look, just because he beat his wife doesn't make him a murderer.

She did say he was drinking quite heavily at the time,

not that that's much consolation.

You're not thinking of telling Helen?

Look, I know it's awkward but he's a suspect.

You could be jeopardising the case.

I do know that, Havers.

If I tell Davies Jones I know,

he'll assume I've told Helen,

which could turn him against her.

This is a ludicrous situation.

Macaskin's set us up a couple of rooms in the local pub.

It's run by Gowan's dad, john Ross.

Why don't we get some sleep, then we'll start again in a few hours?

I'll go talk to Helen, get her to come with us.

(KNOCKING)

Thanks.

I don't really know how to handle this.

- Davies Jones... -Rhys.

...is possibly a suspect in a murder case.

Maybe you could respect my judgement.

If not as a friend, professionally, as a profiler.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

You want to protect me from myself?

Have you any idea how arrogant that sounds?

I understand this weekend was meant to be perfect.

You and Rhys away from London and nosy friends.

Maybe for a few hours, it was.

You're clinging on to what you'd hoped it would be.

To what it is.

Was this the first night that he'd come to your room?

What?

Have you ever spent the night together before yesterday?

You have no right to ask me that.

- I'm not one of your suspects. -Yes, but he is.

Havers and I have taken a room at the pub. Why don't you join us?

Maybe we need some perspective here.

- And if you want to be on your own... -I don't want to be on my own, Tommy!

I've made up your rooms.

I think you'll have everything you need.

My wife was in charge of...

I'm very sorry to hear about your loss.

- Good of you to put us up. -Sir?

There's an old picture here of David Sydeham.

Didn't know he'd been an actor.

LYNLEY: As was a rather young Rhys Davies Jones.

Theatre crowd have used this place

since Stuart Stinhurst took the lease on the theatre 20 years ago.

Turns out you never know who you're serving.

LYNLEY: Who's the woman?

Hannah.

She was my wife.

Gowan's still got a room up at the big house, but I told him he should leave it,

come back here until you catch the bastard.

Got quite a temper on him, hasn't he? Hit one of the houseguests, you know?

Ah, that's nothing. just a flash and it's over in a minute.

Are you saying he's done that before?

You can take that room there.

Sergeant, you're over here.

No.

Go on.

It's been a terrible day. You deserve it.

(RUSTLING)

Now, if I'd been caught reading Jeffrey Archer, I'd lie.

But joy Sinclair?

I just said that. Okay? It was stupid.

Why were you so defensive this morning when we asked you about your mum?

Do you feel guilty about her death?

No.

Of course not. Why should I?

You're a violent young man.

Hit first, ask questions later.

Any mum would be worried.

So...

So what are you saying, that mum killed herself because of me?

Did she?

No.

If anybody made her do it, it was joy Sinclair.

Well, what makes you think that?

Mum was really happy.

Then this lot from the theatre turned up.

She starts talking to joy. I saw what happened.

Joy asking her questions.

Mum shaking her head. I don't know why.

I tried warning her.

It says on the cover, "Nobody gets inside a subject's mind Like joy Sinclair."

So you think joy drove your mum to kill herself?

I don't know.

Whatever she said, mum changed.

- It must have made you furious. -Aye.

Aye, it did.

What's going on?

Gowan decided to come home for the night. I heard a noise.

We didn't mean to wake you.

Uh-huh.

You'd best get some sleep, eh? You got the solicitors in the morning.

We'll talk tomorrow.

I'll get you up to speed.

I can't debrief you out here.

Oh, okay.

Well, you're lucky I'm not wearing me Mickey Mouse ones.

Gowan thinks joy drove his mum to kill herself.

Gowan as the killer,

I don't buy it.

Well, he is prone to losing his temper.

But one perfectly aimed thrust through the neck with a knife

is hardly the behaviour of a grief-stricken teenager.

Hannah and joy talk.

One commits suicide, the other gets killed.

Whether Gowan's murderer material or not,

there's obviously a connection.

Tea or coffee?

Or hot chocolate?

Yeah, chocolate, please.

Got any custard creams?

- I should have listened to you. -Me? What about?

Handing over the job.

If it was any other officer, Helen might be sleeping safely in the next room.

- How do you make that out? -I'm her friend.

That's why she's being so stubborn.

She thinks I'm criticising her professional and emotional judgement.

- WelL, you are. -Yeah, but with good reason.

The stupid woman is too proud to admit she's made a mistake.

She's chosen a murderer and she refuses to believe it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Today was awful.

Having to pretend that nothing had happened.

I don't want to talk about it.

- Last night... -And I meant it.

I'd do anything for you.

HAVERS: Are you saying there's something suspicious about Hannah's death?

LYNLEY: Maybe.

Well, she was found hanging from a beam

and she'd been to the doctor the day before asking for pills.

He was worried enough to suggest a referral.

It happened over here.

How about this?

She didn't kill herself.

She was murdered.

Murdered?

- Why would anyone want Hannah dead? -No idea, Havers.

But the one thing we do know is that Hannah only became agitated

when Stinhurst's lot arrived at the house.

LYNLEY: The chair tipped to the left, but her right shoe is lying to the right of the chair.

It fell off when she kicked the chair away.

Hannah, standing on the chair,

rope around her neck,

for the chair to fall to the left, she would have had to kick it, presumably, with her left foot.

So, why did she lose her right shoe?

Hang on. If she was murdered, how come our lads didn't pick up on it?

Ross calls in, he tells them that Hannah's missing and is in an anxious state.

When they find her hanging, they assume that she's taken her own life.

So what do you want us to do? Run a parallel investigation?

Treat it as a possible suspicious death.

- What did the solicitor say? Wait. -Don't.

Whatever's happened, we can talk about it.

There is no "we".

Gowan.

I want a word.

We're discussing something here, Gowan.

- I've got something to say. -Leave us.

No, you can talk to the kid later.

You heard what he said.

- We have to make a decision. -Leave us.

Take it back.

-Where did you get this? -You have to take it back.

I'm well aware of how busy he is. You keep telling me.

Well, I have been trying since yesterday.

Look, just get him to call me ASAP.

Doctor's receptionists.

We've got the results back on Davies Jones' clothes.

- It was joy Sinclair's blood. -What next?

We interview him.

LYNLEY: The scientists found traces of Joy's blood on the clothing removed from your bedroom.

RHYS: Blood?

Where?

The right-hand pocket of your trousers.

- How do you think it got there? -I don't know.

Yes, sorry.

Joy and I had a row after the read-through.

There was no mention of a row in your statement.

Oh, it was nothing serious. She had a small nosebleed.

What happened? Did you hit her?

No.

- Of course I didn't. -May I remind you, you have been cautioned.

RHYS: It was stress.

I lent her my handkerchief, I put it back in my pocket.

And where is the handkerchief now?

I got rid of it.

How?

I burnt it...

in the boiler.

Why didn't you just put it in the laundry with your trousers?

Or would you have burnt them too, if you'd known they had blood on them?

The handkerchief was old.

It wasn't worth washing.

You in the habit of burning your old clothes?

Let me get this straight.

You had an argument with joy

so brutal, you claim,

that she had a nosebleed.

Then you went to Helen Clyde's room,

which, conveniently, has an adjoining door to Joy's bedroom...

where she lay asleep.

Is this gonna take much longer?

Why? Are my questions making you feel uncomfortable, Mr Davies Jones?

Whose idea was it to give Helen Clyde the room next to Joy's?

I don't know.

Elizabeth's.

She seems to think it was yours.

You may be a friend of Helen's, Detective Inspector, but take it from me,

a woman of her sensitivity would have noticed if she wasn't getting my full attention.

Now, the only motive I had for being in her bed...

was to make love to her.

My friendship with Helen Clyde has nothing to do with this.

Really?

What's the problem, Lynley? Hmm?

You jealous?

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENING)

We've got the blood,

the means of access,

-destroying evidence. -Yeah, but no motive.

What had Davies Jones to gain in killing joy? Nothing.

- You just want him to be the killer. -I want the killer, whoever it is.

No. You are more determined to protect Helen.

And she is a grown woman, sir.

Look, if Rhys made a complaint saying that you were too close to her to be involved in the case

then the whole thing blows up in our face.

Do what you said you would do. Hand the job over.

Let an officer with no personal involvement decide whether there's enough evidence to bring charges.

Are you suggesting I'm incapable of separating my personal life

from my professional life, Sergeant?

Oh, and what happens next?

I say "yes" and you slap on an insubordination charge?

It's Gowan.

He's disappeared.

You go upstairs. You go with her.

Gowan?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Is something the matter?

I don't deserve you.

That's my line.

I've never been so scared in my life, but here goes.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Gowan?

LYNLEY: Gowan!

Sir!

No luck. I think we should try the boiler room.

Gowan?

- Gowan? -Gowan, are you in there?

- I'll get an ambulance. -Too late.

Sir.

Go away.

HAVERS: He was just a kid.

LYNLEY: Where the hell were uniform?

Oh, come on, sir.

It's a big house, you can't expect them to be staked out in the boiler room.

Why Gowan?

Hannah becomes anxious, dies in suspicious circumstances.

Joy is killed.

Gowan visits a solicitor,

gets very upset.

Now he's murdered.

You know, even though Gowan's dead, he still could have killed joy.

Whoever killed joy killed Gowan.

A word. Now.

- Tommy. -Now, Mr Davies Jones.

Where did you go after we interviewed you?

I really don't want to answer that.

- Mr Rhys Davies Jones, I'm arresting you on... -To see Helen.

Where?

In her bedroom.

(DOOR OPENING)

Get out.

No.

Get out!

You'd better go.

- I'm not leaving you here. -It'll be all right. Please.

We'll talk later.

- I'm sorry. -It's all right.

I understand, sweetheart.

Emotions are running very high at the moment.

It isn't like that. I wanted to tell you.

Remember what you used to say about Robert, Joanna?

I was wrong.

When this is all over, in six months' time,

how will you feel then?

When you open a paper

and see him with another half-naked female?

He loves me. This is different. He told me.

Do you love him?

No, I don't want to know.

This is all so...

We've got to think it through.

I don't think I can continue.

Not as your manager.

Why not?

Seeing you every day...

The business stuff will be hard to sort out. I'll talk to the lawyers, get them started on it.

- David. -Oh, to hell with me. It's you I worry about.

I know how scared you get.

I don't want to see you suffer.

Are you really sure you can cope?

SOLICITOR: I only saw Gowan this morning.

- LYNLEY: What was the purpose of his visit? -There was a letter from Hannah to Gowan,

and a cheque for £100,000.

Have a word with the bank. See if they can find out where Hannah got £100,000 from.

- Was there a Letter Left with Gowan's body? -I don't think so.

No. Officers checked his bedroom at Sir Stuart's and there was no mention of a letter or a cheque.

What's the betting the murderer destroyed both of them?

Elizabeth?

Are you all right?

Elizabeth, please.

- Is there a problem? -She's locked the door.

Sweetheart, let me in.

What should I do? Break it down?

- Could she have got anything? -No.

I don't know.

Don't! Don't even pretend.

You're glad Gowan's dead.

- Why don't I come inside for a minute? -Did you kill him?

Did you kill Gowan? Did you killjoy?

- I'll call Dr Benedict. -No! You've done enough.

You were supposed to be protecting him.

I won't offer any excuses, Mr Ross. All I can say is I'll do everything I can to find his killer.

Mr Ross...

Hannah left Gowan £100,000. Was your wife independently wealthy?

People used to say Gowan looked just like me.

Couldn't see any of Hannah in him at all.

We used to have a laugh at that.

What are you saying, Mr Ross? That Gowan wasn't your natural son?

I was there when he was born and as far as he knew, I was his father.

So did the money come from his biological father?

If we're gonna find out who did this to your son, we need to know the name of his biological father.

Hannah was pregnant when I proposed.

I don't suppose she would have looked at me otherwise.

All I knew was that she was in trouble.

I never asked who.

It made it easier to believe Gowan was mine that way.

But you must have had your suspicions.

Hannah was a barmaid in here 20 years ago when the theatre crowd started coming in.

What, Stinhurst and David Sydeham?

Rhys Davies Jones came to visit Hannah just about a week before she was...

I watched them sitting in the corner over there talking.

Just like old times.

Thank you very much, Mr Ross.

I don't buy it. Rhys was just a kid himself.

- Rhys was Gowan's father. -You don't know that.

Come on. Get in.

Rhys thinks you're jealous.

I told him that was ridiculous.

You've been very useful to Rhys, you know.

You provide him with the alibi the night that joy was murdered.

And again when Gowan was killed.

- He was with me. -No.

He turned up at your bedroom approximately the time that Gowan was killed.

You've been seeing Rhys for what, three months now?

Why was the first night he made love to you the night that joy died in the room next to yours?

They've traced the hundred grand.

Regular monthly payments into Hannah's bank account.

- And? -Stuart Stinhurst made them.

Hannah was going to tell Gowan the truth.

You murder her, make it look like suicide.

- Hannah was murdered? -But it turns out she confided in joy.

Someone killed Hannah?

You were scared someone might realise that Joy's new lines referred to you and Gowan.

- So you killed joy, too. -No.

The one thing you hadn't allowed for

was the letter Hannah left for Gowan saying you were his real father.

This is insane. I bought this house to be close to him.

He confronts you, you kill him, destroy the letter and the cheque for £100,000.

- He was my son, for God's sake. -And what about your daughter?

After her mother died, Elizabeth had a breakdown and disappeared to London.

- She's fine now. We're fine. -For how long?

She's about to discover she's living in a soap opera plot,

where her father was unfaithful to her adored mother and her lover is her brother.

All right. I admit I was scared, yes.

- Which is why you burnt the rewrites to the play. -ALL right!

Yes. And that's all I did.

What a choice.

Your daughter or your son.

Hannah...

Hannah was the love of my life.

If I hadn't been married, if I hadn't had responsibilities...

She never spent a penny of it.

The only memento I have left,

one lousy cheque.

He...

He threw it in my face and rushed from the room.

He never knew how much I loved him.

He seemed genuinely upset.

Well, he's still the only person here with a motive for killing all three people.

Get me Stinhurst's doctor on the phone. I want to talk to him.

- Why? -just do it, Havers.

Hi.

I've rented a cottage.

Lynley's suspicious enough as it is, if I suddenly move out...

I can't stand this house. Please.

No, you're right. I shouldn't have presumed.

- I'm sorry. -That's okay.

No, I want to be with you.

You're all I care about.

Stinhurst is blood group O.

Gowan was type AB. Hannah was type AB.

There's no way that Stinhurst could be Gowan's father.

What? Are you sure?

Davies Jones. Drink driving. There has to be a record of his blood group.

Stinhurst still believes he was Gowan's father.

Sir, the new information doesn't eliminate him as a suspect.

Well, what do you want me to do,

risk Helen's life because you don't think Davies Jones is the murderer?

- No. -Suppose she starts to suspect him?

Or she gets cold feet about their relationship? If she shows any signs of being afraid,

he won't hesitate, he'll kill her.

I'm nervous.

Just the two of us for the first time.

Alone at last.

- Mmm. -What's scary about that?

- What are you doing? -Robert and I are moving into a hotel.

The police have got all the details.

And Robert's agent said he'd look after me till I get something sorted.

This is ridiculous.

You can't do it without me.

- Do you want to screw everything up? -WelL, as you said, emotions are running high.

We'll talk when this is over.

Joanna!

Joanna!

(KNOCKING)

- Do you know where... -She's gone.

No, I mean Helen.

She and Rhys have rented a cottage.

Restaurant down the road is supposed to be good.

Yeah?

Can we go now? Can we go straightaway? Because any longer...

I love you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Leave it.

I'd better not. Might be important.

Come on.

Hello?

Oh, thank God. Is Davies Jones with you?

Urn...

-We'll talk later. I have to go. - No, no, no. just listen.

Whatever I say, just act naturally. Is he with you?

Helen, he beat his wife.

She was so scared she moved herself and the children to Australia.

- No. -I think he's Gowan's real father.

To keep that quiet, he's murdered Gowan and joy.

Maybe even Hannah.

I don't believe you.

Look, I don't want the next time I see you to be in a morgue. Is he with you?

Yes.

Right. Take him to a public place. Ross's pub.

Call me when you get there. And whatever you do, don't upset him.

Why would Davies Jones let Stinhurst think it was his child?

Perhaps he didn't find out till he came back here.

Stinhurst is his best friend, the man who revived his career.

He hasn't fought back from alcoholism to see his future destroyed.

Well, even if this is true, it's still circumstantial, I mean...

-unless he hurts Helen... -For once, Havers, just shut up!

- What's happened? -Nothing. Maybe we should go and eat.

- Who called you? -No one. A friend.

- Lynley. -No. No, it's personal.

- Don't. Give... -Why are you lying to me?

Helen?

- Where's Rhys? -He Left.

I didn't recognise him.

I thought...

What if you're right and he has killed three people?

He was so angry.

There must be something that he said to me. Something I can do.

- I've arranged for you to go to a safe house. -He and I are emotionally close.

I'm the only one who may be able to provoke him. I don't know. Get him to make a mistake.

- This isn't your problem. -Yes it is, Tommy!

You'd be using her like bait.

If he thinks joy sent Helen a floppy disk, if he thinks there's something incriminating on it...

And what happened to not risking Helen's life?

I wish she was a million miles away from here but this is something I have to let her do.

What, she's not hurting enough?

She needs to have proof that she's having an affair with a murderer?

This is her way of trying to make it right.

HELEN: H's ma. Don't hang up. We have to talk, please.

- Rhys... -No, no, please, I have to say this.

I used to hit my wife.

Not once, not twice, regularly.

The wonderful thing about alcohol, made me believe nothing was ever my fault.

I'm not sure what this has to do with us.

I wanted to hit you.

I love you...

too much.

Maybe. And I thought you were lying to me, that I was losing you.

HELEN: Maybe it isn't me.

- Maybe something else is troubling you. -Perhaps, I don't know.

I'm out of control.

I can't slide back there, Helen! I can't!

I'm sorry that I'm weak.

I am so sorry that the only way I know how to take care of you...

is to walk away.

HELEN: No, please.

Every time I look at you, I'll be looking for your fear.

Don't go. Not now. I need your help.

- Rhys, please. -I can't!

What you've just said, I don't want to...

Look, something else has happened.

And despite what you may think, you're the only person I can trust.

This was waiting for me at the post office. It's from joy. There's a short note.

"If anything should happen to me, do what you feel is appropriate."

- What's on it? -I don't know. I haven't got my Laptop here.

There's a computer at the theatre. I'll check it out.

No.

Urn...

joy sent it to me.

All right. We'll go together, come on.

In the morning.

Look, for God's sake, it might tell us who killed her!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're absolutely right. I shouldn't have shouted at you.

We'll, we'll check it out tomorrow.

You all right?

He didn't take it. It can't be him.

Oh, he's smart.

He'll probably establish himself an alibi.

He'll be back.

She'll...

They'll be back.

We carry on as planned.

You can pour me one of those.

- What? -What happened?

OFFICER: (ON RADIO) Car approaching. Could' be suspect.

No. Unidentified male, dressed in black, turning into lane.

Picked him up at rear gate.

He's putting on a balaclava.

Heading towards target's front door. ETA 15 seconds.

Maintain radio silence.

(CHEERING)

MAN: I think I'm gonna be sick. Stop the frigging car.

(RETCHING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

OFFICER: Car spooked him. Suspect on the move.

After him!

(GROANING)

He's headed for the woods.

OFFICER: Armed police!

Keep your hands where I can see them!

Let me see your hands!

20 years ago, Hannah told me she was pregnant.

She was a barmaid, for God's sake. What'd she think, I'd marry her?

Then, would you believe it,

Stuart decides he fancies her.

All of a sudden it's love.

She's terrified he'll end it

if he learns she went with me.

He's whining in my other ear, should he tell the wife?

I wanted to tell him, "I had her first, mate."

Everything's okay for 20 years.

Then Gowan falls for Elizabeth.

Stuart panics.

Hannah's going to tell him the truth.

"Relax. Elizabeth and Gowan's okay, he's not your son."

It turns out Hannah has been talking to joy.

Is that how you show you care?

Planting ideas in Joy's mind?

Leaving incriminating evidence for your son?

So, you killed them both?

I get that sorted.

You killed Gowan, too?

And then along comes Rhys, gabbling about some computer disk.

What did she think Stuart would say when he learnt the kid's really mine?

He'll finish me.

I'll lose Joanna for certain.

I'm supposed to sit back and let that happen?

Stuart and Rhys acting like they're the creative genius, I'm just some bloody hanger-on.

Do you know how hard it is to pluck a kid from nowhere and turn her into somebody?

All these young blokes lusting after her.

They should have seen her when she was stacking shelves in the supermarket.

I deserve the house, the cars, everything I've fought for.

I'm not losing it because some tart has a fit of conscience.

Was Gowan my son?

- Look, this isn't really the place. I... -Was he my son?

No, I'm afraid he wasn't.

Maybe you should go home to Elizabeth.

I told her Gowan was her brother.

She doesn't want to see me again.

I had a choice. I chose to believe you. He knows that.

I put you in an impossible situation. He'll understand.

Don't! He won't understand! Of course he won't!

No wonder he lost control.

- I'm sorry. -So am I.

- No, please. Stay. -Robert's driving Joanna back.

He offered me a lift.

We can't just leave it like this.

I don't have anything else to say.

I'm thinking of resigning.

You're kidding.

I went after the wrong man.

Well, what makes you so special? That's half the Met out on its ear.

Look, I never had David Sydeham marked for it.

- I handled the situation with Helen very badly. -No, no, no. You were looking out for her.

God, if I had a mate like...

You resign, I resign.

That's absurd. Why, for heaven's sake?

- WelL, do you want the truth? -Yes.

No one else will work with me.

- This is you being nice to me, isn't it? -Yeah.

Should we hit the pub?