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[ Breathing heavily ]

There, that wasn´t so bad,

was it?

See you later.

[ Lighter clicks ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

MAN: Believe me,

this lad can´t play pool.

What are you talking about?

I beat him about 3-nil

the other night.

-Line it up.

-Strong shot.

Clean the balls up,

and let´s get out.

[ Indistinct talking ]

All right, easy, easy.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Come on, mate.

-MAN: Oh, you´ve choked.

-Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

What are we gonna do now,

then, eh?

MAN: Don´t worry. Don´t worry,

Jez. He´ll miss this.

Right.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Sorry about that, mate.

That´s, uh, 50 quid you owe me.

-Sorry about that.

-I´m sorry, too, mate.

Pleasure doing business

with you.

-See you later, mate.

-Any time, yeah.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What do you think of that,

then, eh?

Yeah, very good.

[ Indistinct talking ]

-See you later.

-See you.

[ Indistinct talking ]

50 quid, mate, not bad

for an evening´s pool, is it?

Why do you always have to rub

their noses in it?

You´re always the same.

Look at you, all disapproving.

What, think I should get a job

like you, then?

You´ve got no imagination, Joe.

-You´re just a miserable sod.

-Get off.

[ Chuckles ]

Oi.

DAMIEN:

Hey, what´s the problem, boys?

MAN:

You set us up, you bastard.

Do us a favor.

[ Men grunting ]

[ Thudding, fence rattling ]

-[ Coughing ]

-Go on, cut him!

[ Grunting ]

Don´t like getting a taste

of your own medicine, do you?

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Sighs ]

Where´s the screwdriver?

I think there´s one in the bowl.

Bailey, what am I going to do

with this place?

Shall I just paint it,

brighten it up?

Make some new curtains?

Why don´t you just get someone

to clean it for you?

Oh, thanks.

No, I mean,

I´m not saying it´s dirty.

It´s, you know...

I know you´ve got other things

on your mind.

I´m not sure I like the idea

of a stranger in here.

What?

I was just thinking how nice

it is to have you around.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Yeah.

Excuse you, mate.

Don´t worry about it.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

It´s the Flood file and various

key items of evidence, sir.

Um, is there a problem?

I don´t know.

What do you think?

STONE: I think we´ll get

a result, yeah.

What result?

A safe conviction, sir.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, this kid Malcolm,

he admits to a fray.

He admits to possession

of a 4-inch blade.

He admits

to having a go with it.

He even admits to possible

superficial wounding.

But he doesn´t admit to murder.

Do we believe him?

Uh, well, if it was one

of his mates who came back

and did a serious job

on the victim, he´s not saying.

If Malcolm wants to take the rap

for this,

it´s his business, isn´t it?

Is it?

Jesus Christ, Stone.

We don´t just put people in

for being stupid.

It´s a hell of a wound

for a 4-inch blade.

Forensics said

he had the muscle to do it.

Mm. Yeah, well,

it isn´t very convincing.

Are you saying I got it wrong,

sir?

No, I´m saying I think

we should make sure.

Okay, that will do.

Good night.

Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

[ Sighs ]

♫ To walk and talk with you

in the moonlight ♫

♫ To share a kiss

for each star in the sky ♫

♫ To know you care, care,

care for me only ♫

♫ Those things... ♫

[ Telephone ringing ]

Yeah.

Hi. I thought you said

you´d be over earlier.

Yeah, I got stuck at work.

Right, shall we just leave it?

BAILEY:

Well, it´s up to you.

[ Scoffs ] No, it´s not.

How late are you going to be?

Uh, about 10:00-ish.

Well, 10:00-ish sounds like

a decision to me.

Okay, look, why don´t you

come over tomorrow night,

and I´ll make this up to you?

No, I can´t tomorrow.

I´ve got too much work

to prepare for court.

Okay. Right.

Well, we´re supposed to

be eating

at Alistair and Emily´s

the next night.

Are you still okay for that?

Yeah, yeah.

I´m looking forward to that.

Right.

Well, I´ll see you then.

[ Beep ]

-[ Knock on door ]

-STONE: Mary?

Haven´t you got a home to go to?

Yes, I´m just on my way there.

Um, look, I´ve got something

to ask you.

Do you fancy a drink?

[ Sighs ]

Better be business, D.C. Stone,

because I´ve got enough crap

to deal with

without you chatting me up.

Yeah, it is.

It is business, all right.

Don´t worry.

It´s the murder case

I´m the primary on,

this Damien Flood,

the boxer who got killed.

Oh, right.

Um, okay, give me 10 minutes,

and I´ll meet you downstairs.

[ Indistinct conversations,

bell rings ]

[ Bell rings ]

Alistair?

Mr. Eliot, do you have a moment?

It´s Brian.

Brian Redwood, CPS.

Sorry.

Brian, how are you?

I´ve got an interesting

murder case for you.

Damien Flood, the boxer.

Sorry, Brian, I´m due in court.

And the press are already

sniffing around.

It´s quite high-profile.

Really?

I´ll leave it up to you, if you

want to pop ´round my office.

ALISTAIR: Yeah.

Yeah, good.

HELEN:

What happened?

MARY:

She´s done a bunk.

She´s taken the kids

and done a bunk.

Oh, the stupid woman.

Are you sure

she had the right date?

MARY: What, are you saying,

that I forgot to tell her?

I´ve been on the phone

to her twice today.

She knew I was coming

to pick her up.

Of course I didn´t give her

the wrong date!

Good morning.

Morning, Brian.

Another witness no-show, eh?

Yes, occupational hazard,

I´m afraid.

Perhaps you should

have a system.

Perhaps we should.

Don´t worry about it.

But I do think a postponement

is going to be difficult.

Look, next time, I´ll stay

the night with her if necessary

and make absolutely sure

she gets there.

Sounds good to me.

I´m sorry.

Obviously she´s terrified

about testifying

for fear of retribution from

her husband if the case fails.

And you´ve seen the pictures.

It´s important

this goes to trial.

I´m certain we can

coax her back, sir.

[ Indistinct whispering ]

Very well, Miss West.

[ Clears throat ]

Make sure she is in court

the next time.

That will be

your last opportunity.

Thank you, sir.

MAGISTRATE: Mr. Rix, your case

is adjourned for five days.

Thank you.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

Emily Eliot.

Oh, hi, Emily.

Yeah, just to say

that Bailey can make it.

So, um, we´ll be there for

dinner, if we´re still invited.

Great. It seems like ages

since we saw you.

Oh, and, um, I was wondering

how Cath´s working out

because I really need a cleaner.

EMILY: Okay.

Well, I´ll get her

to come over today if you want.

I´m sure she´ll want to.

She actually likes cleaning.

It´s practically vocational

with her.

Jane, where are you?

Coming, Mum.

EMILY:

Well, please do, sweetheart.

We´ve got so much to do today.

[ Keys jingle ]

-Hello, Cath.

-Hello.

The children´s rooms look

post-earthquake, as usual.

-Sorry.

-That´s all right, Mrs. Eliot.

That´s what I´m here for.

Come on, sweetheart.

[ Car alarm chirps ]

Oh, I think you´ll find

everything there.

If you find any gaps

in the evidence, let me know.

Sort of a half a confession

from Malcolm.

But having you on board

should rattle the defense.

You flatter me, Brian.

Oh, I´m sorry.

I thought you were free.

You wanted to see me.

Helen, hi.

It´s all right.

We´re done.

I´m looking forward to tomorrow.

Bailey and I

are coming to dinner.

Oh, great.

Fantastic.

-I´ll see you then.

-See you then.

Brian.

Yes, well, um...

This business of your witnesses

not turning up?

As I said, it´s a hazard

with battered-wife prosecutions.

Of battered-wife cases.

Yes, yes, I know.

So what we need is a policy,

when to drop these cases,

when to continue.

Why don´t you write it?

Write what, Brian?

A protocol, a set of guidelines.

But I have to judge it

case by case.

I mean, sometimes

you should give it up.

Sometimes you shouldn´t.

You can get it wrong

often as not.

Yes, I might, and so might you,

and so might

a set of guidelines.

Well, I´d still like you

to write a proposal,

always assuming

your hectic social life

leaves you enough time.

-Hello. You must be Cath.

-Yeah. Hello.

Hi. I´m Helen.

Come on down.

I´m sorry I´m late.

I´m normally very punctual.

[ Keys jingling ]

I´m sorry it´s a bit of a mess,

but, um...

Well, I don´t really have

an awful lot of time.

I don´t call this

much of a mess.

No, this is really nice.

I mean, if we´re talking dirt,

you should see what

Mrs. Eliot´s lot can do.

Oh, really?

That Mark, you wouldn´t believe

what I find under his bed.

Oh.

But they´re nice kids.

And he´s nice, too, Alistair.

And she´s nice.

I was thinking of redecorating.

Um, is that going to be

a problem for you?

I-I thought you could just clean

around the mess?

Yeah, of course.

But I can help you with

the painting if you like.

-I´m good at that.

-Oh, that would be good.

Uh, so, do you want me

to come, then?

Yes, of course.

Very much.

[ Car shuts off ]

Hello, Micki.

Oh, how´s the new dishwasher?

-Brilliant.

-MICKI: Good.

I need a hand with some boxes.

Sure.

What is it this time?

MICKI:

Perfume.

Get them in,

and you can have one.

For me?

For Cath, idiot.

Know what she likes?

No, not really,

but I can find out.

HELEN:

Garden´s looking lovely.

BAILEY:

Yeah, looks -- looks great.

EMILY:

No idea where Alistair´s got to.

Oh, relax, Emily.

It´s fine.

We´re in no hurry, are we?

Well, it´s just the food´s

going to be ready,

and he´s not going to be here.

Well, he´s only

about 15 minutes late.

I´d better go

and check in the kitchen.

Are you two going to be

all right on your own?

Oh, there´s a question.

Are we going to be all right,

Bailey?

Do you want me to come

and give you a hand?

No.

Thank you very much.

You stay here.

Come over and sit beside me.

Not just at the moment, Bailey.

[ Sighs ]

I told you

you can´t come in here.

I know you´re only trying

to help.

I´m so glad you´re taking Cath,

by the way.

Yeah, I think she´ll be great.

Do you know anything

about her private life?

Um, she´s married.

She lives on an estate, I think.

And she´s a great cleaner.

That´s all I know.

Now, come on, I want you

out in the garden with your man.

You´re both so bloody busy,

I´d have thought you´d have been

glad of the time together.

We do actually see each other

most nights of the week,

you know.

-Really?

-Mm.

I think I´ll murder Alistair.

He said 7:30. What´s he doing?

Are you sure it wasn´t you

who said 7:30?

Yes.

There we are, Mr. Eliot, sir.

Ahh. Vivace.

-Sorry, sir?

-My wife´s perfume. Vivace.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Vivace?

-Yeah. I´m sure that´s right.

-Vivace?

-See you, Joe.

-Thank you, sir. Right.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Keys jingle ]

God, Alistair, you said 7:30.

Yeah, sorry.

Are they here yet?

Yes, they´re in the garden.

-Right. I´ll be right down.

-Well, can´t you just come down?

Well, I´m just going to

put this away.

There´s some case pictures in

it, and they´re pretty horrible.

I don´t want the children

to see them.

Well, can you just hurry up?

Yeah, I´m coming.

[ Door closes ]

[ Silverware clinking ]

EMILY: Did you hear about

the article in The Independent?

Alistair´s becoming

quite a star.

A passing reference to one

of my cases, nothing special.

He´s too modest, as usual.

What were you and Brian Redwood

plotting yesterday?

Damien Flood murder.

You know, the ex-boxer?

He wants me to take it on.

Has he talked to you about it?

You must be joking.

He´s got a thing

about women prosecuting murder.

He thinks we should

stick to cases

like men beating their wives

to a pulp.

He actually said he thought

it needed a woman´s touch.

[ Scoffs ]

Prat.

Was that the case

you were working on, Bailey?

Yeah.

What do you know about it, Al?

ALISTAIR: Well, I haven´t

had much time to look at it.

But he was a good pool player.

Took too much money

off some young lads one evening

in one of Micki Gat´s pubs.

Mm.

Apparently they, uh, followed

him outside and had a go at him.

Uh, one of them, Jez Malcolm,

admits to pulling a knife with

a 4-inch blade and stabbing him.

Then they all scarpered,

leaving Flood very much alive,

by all accounts.

The only problem is,

is the next morning,

he turns up dead a couple

hundred yards away in a park

with a bloody great big hole

in his stomach.

It doesn´t sound quite as simple

as your Mr. Redwood made out.

HELEN: [ Chuckles ]

Does that surprise you?

It´s that thing in my room

again, Mummy.

It´s there again.

Oh, Jane.

Please make it go away.

Darling, we have friends here.

They can come, too.

Bad, bad, go away.

Don´t come back another day.

-Okay?

-One more time.

Bad, bad, go away.

Don´t come back another day.

-All right?

-[ Cap clicks ]

Night, gorgeous.

That´s it.

Go to sleep.

-Good night.

-Good night.

That perfume

must cost a fortune, Emily.

EMILY: It does, but she´s

convinced it´s the only thing

that will get rid

of the bogeyman.

And it´s usually to do

with eating too much chocolate.

I haven´t noticed her

get up to anything today,

though you never know.

Well, actually, I think

it might have been me.

EMILY:

You? How?

Well, I was sitting

out in the garden,

and I saw her looking out the

window, and she was frowning.

So I kind of waved a little bit.

I think I might have upset her.

No, no, don´t worry.

She´s just got

a really vivid imagination.

Sure you won´t eat

what we had last night?

No, I´m not having leftovers

in my house.

-How´s the bar?

-Busy.

Has Micki fixed the washing-up

machine for your glasses yet?

[ Indistinct talking on TV ]

´Course she has.

Can I help?

No.

Well, Micki relies on you,

doesn´t she?

She relies on what you tell her,

doesn´t she?

All those regulars

you built up for her.

Aah! Aah!

Oh!

Ah! Ah!

[ Plate clatters ]

Look at the mess you made.

Clear that up.

This place is a pigsty, anyway.

Bailey.

What?

Do you want to talk?

[ Sighs ]

If Redwood thinks

the Damien Flood case is sound,

I mean, what am I worried about?

Because you don´t want to see

an innocent child

being incarcerated.

It´s late.

Leave it till morning.

I´m sorry, Cath.

I do love you.

It´s all right.

Don´t worry about it.

[ Indistinct talking on TV ]

Oh-ho-ho.

Mm.

Ohh.

Here´s your tea.

Look at that, Cath.

Beautiful, isn´t it?

It´s lovely, really lovely.

JOE:

Yeah, darling.

Oh, you wait.

When we get out of here,

our house is going to be

like a palace.

[ Both laugh ]

But for now, into the spare room

with the others.

STONE: Interview

with Joseph Malcolm Boyce.

14/6/2001.

In presence of W.D.C. Heel.

Okay, tell me about the early

part of the evening, Mr. Boyce.

You were with the victim,

Damien Flood,

in the pub, is that right?

JOE:

Yeah.

See, I get one day off

from running the bar.

When I do, I like to go

somewhere else for a drink.

So anyway, that night,

he was down the Black Prince,

which is just ´round the corner

from me,

and he fleeced this poor kid

over a game of pool.

See, if Damien was around,

I´d drink with him.

But wasn´t the best bloke

to go drinking with.

-Very lippy when he got pissed.

-What´s that?

[ Click ]

Damien Flood inquiry.

It´s an interview

with the brother-in-law.

What are you going to do?

I don´t know.

The least amount possible,

I suspect.

Okay.

I´m late.

I´ll see you this evening?

I made you some coffee.

Well, I´m sure you´ll enjoy it.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Click ]

Always picking fights,

provoking them.

He was a real hustler, Damien.

Pin-sharp, like his fighting.

Oh, he was quick.

His reflexes, Christ,

he´d have a bottle in your face

before you´d even moved.

Frightening.

Bastard only cared

about himself.

Nobody else mattered.

Mean and selfish.

Bastard only cared

about himself.

Nobody else mattered.

Mean and selfish.

[ Tape rattles ]

[ Case clicking ]

[ Thud ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Helen.

Helen!

A word, please?

Just thought I´d check.

Those guidelines,

have you done them yet?

Oh, I don´t think so.

Did I say I would?

-Guidelines?

-Yes, remember?

How to respond to

the non-appearance of witnesses

in cases of domestic violence.

Oh, yes.

I decided that guidelines

should only be there

for the purpose of dropping

cases rather than pursuing them.

Now, you see, if we had

had guidelines, Helen,

we might have avoided

the situation

where you had to plead with

a magistrate for a postponement

just to cover up

for the incompetence

of some distraught policewoman

who failed to make sure

that a key witness turned up.

The key witness

was actually terrified

about standing in front

of her husband, Brian.

How would guidelines

have helped that poor woman?

No, you see, you really must...

...try to avoid

getting involved emotionally.

You see, guidelines would have

helped you step back

and take rational decisions.

Then I´ll be very interested

in reading them, and, uh,

I think you should write them up

as soon as possible.

[ Door closes ]

[ Pen thuds ]

[ Telephone rings,

indistinct conversations ]

Boss?

This brother-in-law you´ve been

interviewing for the Flood case.

-Joe Boyce?

-STONE: Yeah.

I think we should

pay him a little visit.

We?

BAILEY: Yeah, I´ve been

listening to his statement.

He didn´t like his

brother-in-law much, did he?

He´s hardly going to miss him.

Um, maybe, but if he was

involved in any way,

surely he´d try and hide

those kind of feelings?

Yeah, unless he´s smarter

than you think.

Yeah, but, Gov,

he´s all right -- Boyce.

You know,

it was a good interview.

He opened right up.

No, nothing wrong

with the interview.

It was a good interview.

I just think we should

give him a little visit.

Right, okay.

Um...

Well, look, there was one thing

about Boyce

I didn´t know at the time

of the interview.

Apparently

he knocks his wife about.

I got this

from domestic violence.

Why doesn´t that surprise me?

Mark?

Mark, get up.

You´re not going to rot away

in bed again all day.

Anyway, Cath will be here soon

to clean that appalling mess

in there.

If you´re not up by the time

I´m out of the bath,

there´ll be trouble.

MARK: Go away.

Leave me alone.

Oh, I´m glad to hear you´re up.

God, you´re weird.

Did you know that?

Shut up.

[ Water running ]

Mr. Boyce.

Mr. Boyce, this is

Chief Superintendent Bailey.

-Hello, Joe.

-Sir, hi.

Listen, uh, I wonder

if we could have a quiet word,

you know, somewhere quiet?

Oh, we´ll be getting busy soon,

you know,

people coming from work.

Yeah, I´m sure you could

spare us a couple of minutes.

Well, I suppose.

Come through to the back.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Just be a minute.

BAILEY: You could do quite a lot

of damage to somebody

with one of those,

couldn´t you, Joe?

Sorry?

BAILEY: I was just saying, you

could do quite a lot of damage

to somebody with one of those,

couldn´t you, Joe?

Of course you could,

if you really wanted to.

This way, sir.

[ Light buzzes ]

We were just taking another look

at the circumstances

surrounding your

brother-in-law´s death, Joe.

Sit down.

Now, you left the pub

long before the trouble began,

didn´t you, about 10:00?

Yeah, I did.

But you knew that Damien

had been fleecing the lads

playing pool.

Oh, he was cleaning up.

You know, using his patter,

pretending he was no good,

getting them

to pitch in side bets.

He must have taken 60, 70 quid

off them.

See, he gets people rattled,

and they play below par.

I´ve seen him do it a lot.

Never liked it.

He humiliated people.

Did he humiliate you?

No, why should he?

So you left the pub

and you went home.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

Look, I´ve already told him

everything that I know.

BAILEY: Yeah, I know.

I´m just trying to get a picture

of the sequence of events

in my mind.

So, I mean, you might remember

something important

even supposing

you weren´t there.

Supposing?

Look, I´ve already

told him once, yeah?

Was anyone at home

when you got there?

-Yeah, my wife was.

-What time was that?

I don´t know.

I went to bed.

Look, please,

I´ve got a bar to run, yeah?

Yeah, sure. Look, we can do this

down the station later.

It´d be more private.

You´d prefer that, would you?

Look, you want to go through

this again, do it now,

´cause I´m not going near

no bloody station.

Okay, Joe, okay.

Okay.

So, can your wife corroborate

what time you came home?

I suppose so.

BAILEY: And obviously

you would have told her

about Damien fleecing the lads

playing pool.

I mean, he is her brother.

I suppose I said something.

BAILEY:

And she worried?

No, she knew that Damien

could look after himself.

Yeah, except obviously

he couldn´t, could he?

So, where exactly

did that get us, then, sir?

Look who it is.

Mrs. Gat.

Hello, Michaela.

How are you doing?

Oh, Mr. Bailey, what are you

doing in one of my pubs?

Damien Flood murder case.

Just checking a few details.

Terrible, that.

Horrible.

Just a waste of a lovely life.

Nice tie.

Thank you.

Keep up the good work.

We´ll do our best.

[ Indistinct conversations

in distance ]

JOE:

Oh, Micki.

-Hello, Joe.

-Hi.

[ Thud ]

You, uh, didn´t let those

two coppers in here, did you?

In here?

Oh, ´course not.

You sure?

Christ, Micki, I´m not stupid.

MICKI:

All right.

So, uh, what did they want,

exactly?

Oh, just a chat.

Going on about Damien still.

I wonder if you´re a naughty boy

sometimes, Joe.

I do wonder about it.

[ Key turns ]

Oh, you´re back early.

If I´d stayed

a minute longer at work,

I might have murdered my boss.

You shouldn´t have moved

all this, Cath.

You could have hurt yourself.

CATH:

Well, I thought unless I did it,

you´d keep putting off the day

to start painting.

I saw the paint tins.

I hope you don´t mind.

No, not at all.

Well, I´d better choose

some paint, then, hadn´t I?

Okay, what do you think?

Um, yeah, I think

that yellow-y one´s nice,

but then that one´s nice, too.

Cath, where did you get

those bruises from?

They´re nothing.

Did somebody do that to you?

You told Emily about this?

No, a respectable woman

like that

wouldn´t want to get involved.

-How´d you meet Joe?

-My brother.

He introduced us,

found us a flat.

And he got Joe his job and all.

I sometimes think I went with

Joe to keep my brother happy.

Have you told your brother

about Joe?

No, he´s dead.

Sorry, Cath,

but why do you stay with Joe?

I mean, you don´t have to.

Oh, no, but he can be

really lovely.

You won´t tell Mrs. Eliot,

will you, about, you know, Joe?

You haven´t done anything wrong,

Cath.

No, that´s right.

I haven´t, have I?

Anyway, thanks for the chat

and the meal, but I must go.

[ Door closes ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

MAN:

Oh, look who it is.

Hey, geezer, what you doing

walking through here?

Oi, baldy, I´m talking to you.

Hey?

Where do you think you´re going?

Why can´t you walk through

this side of the park?

Scared we might give you

a kicking, eh?

-Let´s get him!

-Eh?

Oi, come here!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

What do you want me to do,

give you a dig or something?

JOE: No, please, no!

Don´t hurt me!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

No, no, no, please!

Please leave me!

No, don´t touch me, please!

[ Laughs ]

He ain´t worth it, lads, is he?

He´s pathetic. Look at him.

You wimp.

Anyway, what was the end

of that joke?

[ Indistinct talking ]

CATH:

Hello, love.

Wait.

Stay there.

Hello.

What´s wrong?

Here´s your dinner.

Aah! Aah!

Stop it!

Stop it! Aah!

Shut up!

[ Grunting ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sighs ]

"I´m sorry.

I´m sorry.

I love you, Cath."

I know.

"You know that, don´t you?"

Yeah, I know.

It´s all right.

[ Sighs ]

Hello, love.

Where´s your mum?

Taken Mark

to stay at a friend´s house.

-She won´t be long.

-What´s that?

It´s a secret drawing.

That´s the special paper

from your dad´s office, love.

That´s why it´s a secret.

You know you´re not allowed

in his study, Jane.

Anywhere else

but not your dad´s study.

It´s for you.

Oh.

Oh, it´s lovely.

Thanks.

I´ll keep it forever.

Thanks.

-That´s all right.

-Thank you.

What time did the defendant

come home?

About 11:30.

HELEN:

And that was normal?

Yeah, just about.

Did you have any conversation?

SHELAGH: Yeah, um,

he said he was hungry,

was there anything to eat,

and I said there wasn´t any.

He said, "What?

Why not?"

And I said,

"´Cause you gambled away

all the money

I´d have bought it with."

What happened next?

SHELAGH:

He head-butted me.

Can you explain that to us,

please?

Um, he smashed his head

into my face here.

Um, and I felt my nose break,

and there was blood everywhere.

And he was shouting, and I was

screaming, and the baby woke up.

And he hit me again.

And then I picked her up

and I took her into the bathroom

and I put a flannel on my face.

You called the police.

What time was that?

SHELAGH:

About half an hour later.

Why hadn´t you called them

straightaway?

I called them

when I saw what he´d done.

Do you mean your injury?

No, not that.

He´d only gone into the kitchen

and eaten the baby´s food,

two jars of baby food,

and he´d drunk all the milk.

I didn´t have any

for the morning.

That´s when I phoned.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Well, you got her into court.

Can I give you a lift back?

There´s something

I want to ask you.

[ Rumbling, click ]

You bastard.

You bastard.

You know,

it´s strange you should ask

about Catherine Boyce.

One of the boys

on the Damien Flood murder

was asking me about her,

as well.

Oh, really?

Why?

Well, Damien was Cath´s brother.

Her husband, Joe,

was apparently drinking with him

the night he got it.

Here we are.

I remember we got a call

from the neighbors.

When we got ´round there,

she was practically naked.

As well as bruising,

she had this massive scar.

It was like her old man

had tried to gut her.

But she said, no,

it was from a Caesarian.

There´s a cross ref

for a Social Security file.

Can you locate it for me?

Sure, I´ll do that for you.

So, how is she?

Well, her husband´s

still hitting her,

if that´s what you mean.

She wouldn´t dream

of leaving him.

I just wish there was

something I could do to help.

♫ The toe bone´s connected

to the heel bone ♫

♫ The heel bone´s connected

to the foot bone ♫

♫ The foot bone´s connected

to the ankle bone ♫

♫ It´s easy to connect

those dry bones ♫

♫ The foot bone´s connected

to the leg bone ♫

♫ The leg bone´s connected

to the knee bone ♫

♫ The knee bone´s

connected to... ♫

ALISTAIR:

"It was a dreary, rainy night

in the ancient forest,

but the lights from the castle

were shining through the gloom.

Inside, the evil wizard and

his cowardly friends the goblins

were having a feast

of roasted toad and sea slugs

to celebrate their victory."

Ugh!

"And even in his cave dungeon,

young Timothy

could hear the sounds

of their evil,

cackling laughter."

-[ Laughs evilly ]

-Al!

I think that´s enough,

sweetheart, don´t you?

Good night, gorgeous.

What´s this?

It´s mine.

I found it in the garden.

In the garden?

It was hidden,

buried like treasure.

-It´s mine.

-No, no, no, no, Jane.

No, this is really sharp.

You could hurt yourself

if you played with this.

I bet Mark knows something

about this.

It´s not Mark´s.

It´s mine.

Yes, I know, sweetheart,

but I think it should stay

in Daddy´s study, don´t you?

It´s treasure, for safe keeping.

[ Smooches ]

Night-night.

Night-night, munchkin.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Wow!

-[ Door closes ]

-Don´t worry.

It will get back to normal

one day.

I thought the wonderful Cath

was supposed to be doing

all this for you?

She´s done quite a lot of it.

There was something

I was going to tell you --

well, ask you about Cath.

What?

She´s being beaten up

by her husband, Joe Boyce.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

You didn´t tell me

that he was a murder suspect

and a wife beater.

Well, I only found out recently.

How recently?

The last couple of days.

Look, I told you

that I had my doubts

about the Damien Flood

murder case.

Yeah, but that´s all

you chose to tell me.

And I´ve just taken an interest

in Joe Boyce.

Who happens to be the husband

of my cleaning lady.

Yeah, but, I mean, she hasn´t

done anything wrong.

That´s not the point.

Here she is, in my house,

taking me into her confidence,

and there you are,

sniffing around her husband

in the course

of a murder inquiry.

Okay, right.

I should have told you.

Okay, I was preoccupied.

I´m sorry.

I should have thought of it.

Yeah, perhaps you should have.

I´m gonna get back with this.

So, what do you want me to do?

I think perhaps

you should go back

to all that lovely space

and order of yours.

Okay.

Oh, shit.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Rustling ]

[ Knock on door ]

Who is it?

Cath, it´s Helen.

-Hi. Can I come in?

-Yeah, ´course.

Thanks.

I´ve been worried about you.

I´m leaving him today.

I´m all packed.

Have you got somewhere to go?

Yeah, my brother´s.

I kept a key,

but Joe doesn´t know.

Oh, good. Well, I think you´re

making the right decision.

Can I give you a hand?

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Great. Save me a journey.

Thanks!

[ Children shouting

indistinctly ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

God knows how many journeys I´d

have had to make without you.

I´ll make us a cup of tea

when we get inside.

Oh, good.

Sorry, no milk, I´m afraid.

Oh, that´s okay.

Thanks.

Is that your brother?

Yeah.

The one who died?

Yeah.

[ Blowing ]

So will you stay here, then?

Mm. I think I can cheer it up,

give it some life.

Take a leaf out of your book.

[ Crying ]

This, it was all for you, Cath.

I gave you more

than bloody Damien ever did.

[ Gulps ]

Another couple years,

and we´d have been out of here.

And we could have forgotten

all about the past,

and then no one

would have known.

See, I would have made sure.

Oh, God.

[ Sobbing ]

MICKI:

Well, Damien never had a family.

They were orphans,

Damien and Cath.

She used to go everywhere

with him.

Never seemed to get in the way.

Well, that was

until she met Joe Boyce.

Tell me about Joe Boyce.

Well, tell you what?

I don´t know.

I mean, I still think

there´s a lot more

to find out about that evening.

Mr. Bailey, you´re not trying

to tag Joe Boyce, are you?

Well, tell me about him.

Well, he´s a hanger-on.

I mean, all that militaria he´s

decorated the Grenadier with.

I mean, what´s he trying to say?

"I was in the army.

Don´t mess with me."

Do us a favor.

Know what his epitaph will be?

"I was a half-decent barman."

Now, I´m not saying

he wouldn´t hurt a fly.

I only reckon he´d miss it.

I´m not being rude, sir,

but is this getting us anywhere?

I don´t know.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

I think your lifestyle´s

just about perfect, you know.

A virile man visiting

just a couple of days a week.

No kids.

Double income.

Yeah, and of course

I don´t do anything

for the rest of the time.

I don´t have access

to Bailey´s income.

Sorry, I suppose I´m being

a bit unrealistic.

It´s just sometimes

I really envy you.

Oh, do me a favor, Emily.

You´ve got healthy kids,

a nice husband, wonderful house.

You should try being me

for a while,

especially now with the kids

home on holiday, God.

Look, if you´re going to

start moaning,

you might as well

do something useful.

Grab a brush or something.

I´ve got to go back

to the mayhem in a minute.

You always had

such perfect timing.

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Keys jingle ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

MAN: Oh, look who it is.

Look, old cacker pants.

[ Laughter ]

Oi, matey.

We scared the life out of you

the other night, mate, or what?

Eh, what do you reckon, lads?

Yeah.

Yeah, son.

Oi, matey, we´re talking to you.

Do you want to be scared again,

do you?

Get it.

Come on, then! Ah!

Come on!

Come on!

You´re mad.

Can´t believe it.

Scumbag cut my shirt.

-He´s a nutter.

-He cut my shirt.

Oi, lads, you all right?

Tony, look what he done

to my shirt, mate.

He cut me shirt.

We´ll have you next time, mate.

We´ll get you next time, mate.

Shit.

JANE: Cath!

Cath, come up here!

What´s happened, love.

Where´s your mum?

Mark´s supposed to be looking

after me, but he´s in bed.

Had too much drink

at his friend´s house.

You all right?

Daddy wouldn´t let me

keep my treasure.

Did you make the mess

in the study?

Oh, Jane, you´ll be in big

trouble if your mum finds out.

Better go and tidy it

before she gets back.

Cath, what are you doing?

Tidying up all the papers

you chucked around.

What have you got there?

It´s mine now.

I found it.

Please, give it to me.

No. I don´t think

you should be in here anymore.

Come on, love,

you´ll hurt yourself.

Give it to me.

No!

Cath, what are you doing?

Uh, afraid Jane came in here

while you were out.

Thought I´d better tidy up.

JANE:

Why can´t I go in there?

Because you know that only Daddy

and I are allowed in his office.

Do we have to lock doors

to keep you out?

Don´t shout at me.

Cath´s already told me off.

I´m not surprised. You made

all that extra work for her.

She was reading things in there,

as well.

She didn´t do that much tidying.

Well, you must never, ever

go in there again.

Do you understand?

Whatever.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

No, I finally told Redwood

I wouldn´t take the case.

I told him it was

conflict of interest.

Good.

Drinks.

Lovely evening, eh?

Good to have you back here,

Mr. Bailey, sir.

Thank you.

Thank God she got out.

What do you mean?

Well, Cath left him.

Em said Helen told her.

Well, she didn´t tell me.

Mind you, she doesn´t

tell me much these days.

Why?

What´s happened?

[ Sighs ]

I don´t know.

[ Clears throat ]

You know, she´s busy. I´m busy.

We never see each other.

It´s just -- It´s starting

to piss me off, that´s all.

EMILY: Well, why don´t you

wear your black dress,

cook him a gorgeous meal,

and lock him in the bedroom?

So what are you saying, Emily?

A tasseled thong

and a Chinese takeaway?

Oh, I´m sure a half-decent

bottle of Sancerre would do.

Bloody hell, woman.

You´re a disgrace.

EMILY:

I know. Okay.

Bye.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Children shouting playfully ]

Come on, Cath, love.

I know you´re in there.

[ Knocking on door ]

I thought you´d be here.

[ Exhales sharply ]

This is for you from Joe.

It´s your favorite.

He´s really sorry.

You want me to go back

so he´ll start doing his job

properly again.

You don´t care about me

being beaten up week after week.

Micki, why should I?

I´ve had enough.

He really misses you, Cath.

Realizes what a fool he´s been.

He won´t lay

another finger on you.

I´ll make sure of that.

I wouldn´t want to see you

on your own.

Damien wouldn´t like that,

would he, Cath?

I´ll be all right.

Got two jobs.

Look, you´ve taught him

who´s boss by moving out.

He´s learned his lesson.

Now, make sure

he treats you right.

Oh, yeah? How?

I´ll get him to take you

somewhere really special

where you can talk things over,

straighten things out.

That´s all I´m asking, Cath.

And if he ever hits you again...

...you just let me know.

Okay?

Good girl.

[ Door closes ]

[ Vacuum whirring ]

[ Whirring stops ]

Right, so it´s no to those.

Well, look, that´s nice.

-What do you think about that?

-No.

-These?

-No.

Oh, these are really cool.

What do you think about these?

They´re too flash. I´m not

wearing something like that.

-What do you mean too flash?

-I don´t know.

Why do you have to look like

the great unwashed all the time?

MARK:

I don´t know.

[ Bag clatters ]

Oh, for heaven´s sake.

You´re such an oaf.

I´m sorry, Cath,

but I think you´d better go.

I´m sorry,

but it´s best all ´round.

Here´s a week in hand.

Don´t worry about the Dyson.

I´ll put that away.

W-What are you talking about?

If you´d wanted something

of mine, you should have asked.

-But that´s not...

-EMILY: I´m sorry.

But I also have to

think about Alistair.

I don´t think you quite realize.

I made it absolutely clear

when I took you on

that nothing in his study

was ever to be touched,

no drawer opened, nothing.

And I never did.

Look, I don´t want

to argue about this.

Just put the rubbish out

when you go, please.

[ Door slams ]

I´m not going to be treated

like shit anymore.

I´m nobody´s bloody doormat.

Would you like me

to speak to Emily?

No, please.

Thanks, but, no, thanks.

I couldn´t go back there.

You can´t go back, can you?

Anyway, there´s lots to do here,

isn´t there?

Well, yes.

There we are, then.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

-♫ I have this thought in -- ♫

-[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

Hi.

It´s your lover.

Uh, no, I´m sorry.

I used to have a lover,

but, um, he was great,

despite a tendency

to flounce off.

BAILEY:

How´s it going?

It´s going okay.

Look, um, would it

put a spanner in the works

if I took you out to dinner

tomorrow night?

I think I could be tempted.

Good.

I look forward to that.

Me too.

Bye.

I´m going out tomorrow night

with Joe.

Says he´s sorry, going to

take me somewhere special.

You seeing Joe again?

Don´t worry. He´s never going to

treat me like that again.

I hope you´re right.

Um, Helen.

You know that black dress

of yours

I put up in the wardrobe

the other day,

the one you left on the bed?

Is it a favorite?

No, not particularly.

Why?

Well, um, could I borrow it

to meet Joe?

I want to look nice.

Yeah.

Why not?

[ Sighs ]

Thanks.

Well, maybe -- maybe it´s hers.

Vivace?

What the hell would she be doing

with Vivace?

That´s plain snobbery.

It´s plain economics.

It´s really expensive.

There are other explanations.

All this is circumstantial.

For God´s sake, Al, the perfume

was in her bloody bag.

-She nicked it.

-Well, I don´t think so!

Why are you never on my side?!

I´m going to go

and have a shower.

Daddy?

You should be in bed.

What´s the matter?

What was all that shouting?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Come here, monster.

What´s wrong?

Couldn´t you sleep?

I´m sorry.

Did Mummy and Daddy wake you up?

Sometimes,

when you´re tired and angry,

you just want to shout

and scream.

That´s all we were doing.

It´s nothing

for you to worry about.

[ Glasses clatter ]

Come on, give us a hug.

[ Smooches ]

I needed it to --

to keep the monster out.

Sorry.

That´s all right, darling.

[ Smooches ]

Night-night.

Sleep well.

I´ve got some bad news for you.

What?

You´re wrong.

Well, that´s your opinion.

This one is yours.

I found it in Jane´s room.

She said she´d taken it

to keep away the monsters.

Cath likes Vivace

because she smelled it on you.

Her husband, Joe, you know,

he works in the Grenadier.

I was in there the other night,

and he asked me the name of it.

Why didn´t you tell me?

Look, Em, I know it´s not easy

holding all this together,

but...

[ Sighs ]

A 7-year-old eccentric,

disaffected teenager, me.

But when have I not been

on your side?

[ Scoffs ]

No. Tell me.

Sometimes I think you´ve become

so narrow-minded.

I don´t know where you get

your energy from, Cath.

[ Chuckles ]

Only these walls left.

Can´t stop now.

When I set my mind on something,

I´m determined.

Yeah.

I can see that.

[ Telephone rings ]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Emily.

You wouldn´t have Cath´s number,

would you?

She´s moved, hasn´t she?

She´s here at the moment,

actually.

I´m not sure whether

she´d want to talk to you.

I think I made a mistake

firing her.

Yeah, I know.

Can you hang on?

Cath?

You can tell her to piss off.

HELEN:

Sorry, Em.

Oh, that´s all right.

Okay. Bye.

Front door, padlock.

That´s for the back door.

You know where

the light switches are?

And you must remember,

wipe down the --

Hi.

You ready?

Yeah, I´ll, uh,

just get my coat.

-You all right there, Fred?

-Yeah.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

Where´d you get that dress?

Why?

Don´t you like it?

Well...

It is a bit provocative.

It´s a special occasion,

isn´t it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Here we are.

-Thanks.

-Enjoy your meal.

Cheers.

Nice place, Bailey.

Well, I do my best.

Trying to earn

some brownie points here.

So how am I doing?

I´ll, um, let you know later.

JOE: Things are going to

be different now, Cath.

CATH:

Are they?

Oh, come on.

Look, trust me, please.

Trust me.

I love you.

Oh, I know I will --

I will never be

what Damien was to you, eh?

But, look, I love you,

and you know that.

And Damien is gone.

Yeah.

It´s just you and I now.

You and I.

You are my wife.

And you look beautiful tonight.

Thanks.

Once we get our own place,

our own home,

then everything´s

going to be all right, yeah?

You know, then we can maybe

think about, you know, children.

Yeah, maybe.

Let´s go, eh?

Yeah. No.

Just one more, eh?

-You all right?

-Yeah, thanks.

Hey.

Bailey, do you really think

Joe Boyce killed Cath´s brother?

Well, it´s the best theory

we´ve got.

Your beloved brother

is murdered.

You´re in an abusive

relationship with the killer.

You know he´s the killer,

and you still protect him?

Well, maybe she doesn´t know.

I lent her one of my dresses

to go and see him tonight,

talk about their future.

I think

I must be completely mad.

Do you think she´s

in any danger?

Any more than usual?

I doubt it.

That´s reassuring.

[ Brakes hiss, door creaks ]

[ Lock clicks ]

You know, Bailey, I´d hate us

to be an Alistair or an Emily.

-Would you?

-Mm-hmm.

BAILEY:

So would I.

Can you imagine those kids?

[ Helen laughs ]

No, seriously,

I used to envy them.

I thought they had

the perfect house, family.

I used to think we were

missing out on something.

What do you think now?

Um...

I think we´ve got it

about right.

[ Brakes hiss ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

It´s definitely Boyce, sir.

There goes your prime suspect.

Shit.

Okay, look, you go with him.

As soon as the coroner knows,

I want the time of death.

[ Children shouting

indistinctly ]

[ Knock on door ]

It´s Chief Superintendent

Bailey, Mrs. Boyce.

I´m a friend of Helen West.

I thought it was Joe.

He was on the piss last night,

bastard.

Yeah, well, it´s Joe that

I´ve come to talk to you about.

-May I come in?

-Uh, yeah.

What is it?

What´s happened?

Uh, I´m afraid Joe was found

dead this morning on a bus.

We think he was murdered.

[ Sobbing ]

Oh, no.

No. No. No.

Sit down.

It´s okay.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Yeah.

So, uh, you and Joe went out

together last night?

Yeah.

I didn´t want to.

Nor did he, really.

Started drinking.

Frightens me when he´s drunk.

He hits me.

So you came back here

on your own?

Yeah.

Sugar?

One, please.

What´s this, Cath?

It´s Joe´s.

He brought it home from the pub

one night.

Then I brought it here

to protect myself.

Did you have it with you

last night?

No.

Smells of bleach.

Really?

Did you do Joe last night, Cath?

How dare you?

I loved him.

Someone else dug it in him,

not me.

I loved him.

I know.

I have to ask.

[ Knock on door ]

Right.

Right.

She´s inside.

Get her dressed, bring her down

to the station.

She knows what happened to him,

and I didn´t tell her.

Plus...

-Jesus Christ.

-Yeah.

Found this in a drawer.

[ Indistinct talking ]

What´s she saying?

Same as she told

Chief Superintendent Bailey.

Left him in the pub, went home,

end of story.

What about knowing

he´d been stabbed.

Said she got muddled with

what happened to her brother.

-How are you getting on?

-Well, nothing.

There´s no witnesses.

Bus driver doesn´t remember her.

Forensics can´t

come up with anything

on the bayonet or the dress.

But you reckon she did it?

Who else?

Stone.

I might as well let her go home.

Yeah, you can´t keep her here.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It´s not working, Fred.

It´s not working.

-So what do you think you did?

-I don´t know what I done.

Exactly,

so you must have pressed "A."

-FRED: I didn´t press "A."

-CATH: You must have done!

Cath?

I´ll bring it out to you,

Mr. Eliot.

Great weather, girls, eh?

Right.

-All right, gentlemen?

-Yes, thank you, Cath.

Lovely day, isn´t it?

Lovely.

-There you are.

-Thanks, Cath.

-How are you?

-Very well, thanks.

-How´s the kids?

-We´re fine.

Oh, hello.

All right, Cath?

Keeping the regulars happy?

I hope so, Mrs. G.

Ah, Mr. Eliot.

-How´s she doing?

-MICKI: Takings are up.

Have they found anyone yet?

Not that I know of.

Thank you for the comments you

added to my guidelines, Helen.

I have to say

that some of them do dilute

the main thrust of my argument.

Oh, we don´t want

your main thrust diluted, Brian.

Why don´t you comment

on my comments,

and I´ll try and modify them.

Hi, Mary.

Come on in.

This is Brian Redwood.

Brian, do you remember Mary

from the Rix case?

Can´t say that I do.

It´s not worth explaining.

I´ve got my hands

on Cath Boyce´s

-Social Security file for you.

-Oh, brilliant.

It´s a horror story.

She and her brother

were in an orphanage.

When she was 14,

she got pregnant.

Her brother, Damien,

became the guardian.

Then he charmed the knickers

off the DHSS

into letting him have a flat

so that he could

look after Cath and the baby.

They really screwed up.

Within a month,

the baby was dead.

Neglected, apparently, and they

still let them stay together.

Can I hang on to this?

-Sure, be my guest.

-Thanks.

Listen, I´ve got to get going.

See you.

[ Papers rustle ]

BAILEY: God.

It´s depressing stuff, isn´t it?

Are you thinking

what I´m thinking?

Yeah, Cath killed Damien,

as well.

She certainly had a motive.

He hardly treated her

like a brother should.

Yeah, that´s for sure.

Still, it adds up.

You know, she disposes of

the abusive male in her life,

her preferred solution.

But we´ve no evidence.

We´ve no witnesses.

Forensics say it could have been

any one of 1,000 knives,

so we have no case.

You finished with that?

Hm.

She got dealt a lousy hand,

didn´t she?

Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

Thanks.

Sorry.

It´s not your fault.

You didn´t have the evidence.

You had to let her go.

Yeah, I know.

You´re right.

I don´t feel very comfortable

in my flat anymore,

now I´ve redecorated.

Good.

What?

Well, it means you get to spend

a bit more time ´round here.

I think I´d like that.

Oh, thanks.

I suppose that´s a compliment?

Yeah, it is.

[ Knock on door ]

Hello, Cath.

I´ve brought your dress back.

Sorry it took a while.

Not my fault.

The police had it.

Oh, that doesn´t matter.

Um, I´m sure

it looked great on you.

-Why don´t you keep it?

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Oh, thanks.

Can I take a look at the flat

now it´s back to normal?

Well, I´m just getting on with

some paperwork at the moment.

That´s all right.

I´ve got to go to work anyway.

I´ve got Joe´s old job.

I like it.

Oh, good.

-Hmm, it looks nice.

-Yeah.

I really enjoyed

working with you, Helen.

Thanks for everything.

That´s okay.

But you didn´t really need

a cleaning lady, though.

-You don´t make enough mess.

-[ Chuckles ]

You know, I think you´re right.

Bye, Cath.

Bye.

Helen, Helen.

Come here.

-What?

-BAILEY: Come here.

Oh, God.

Um...

Do you remember, um -- Do you

remember, like, a while ago

when -- when we were

talking about, um,

you know, getting married,

and -- and --

Like, and then we decided that

it just wasn´t a good idea?

Um...

[ Chuckles ]

Well...

Come on. You know --

You know what I´m saying.

No, I´m sorry.

I mean, was that a proposal?

Yeah.

I feel really sorry for you.

BAILEY: Why?

Why?

Why?

Because I´m going to say yes.

[ Chuckles ]

BAILEY: Alistair,

there´s a glass here for you.

HELEN: Come on, Alistair.

We need your presence.

ALISTAIR:

I´m here.

HELEN: We´ve got to be

all together on this.

EMILY:

Come on, then. Cheers.

-HELEN: Cheers.

-EMILY: What´s going on?

You´re being really evasive

about this.

Go on, Bailey, tell them.

Uh, well...

I think, uh -- I think

we´ve decided to get married.

You think?

Well, no, we are.

We are.

We definitely are.

Definitely getting married.

-Well, that´s great news.

-That´s fantastic.

-ALISTAIR: Great news.

-Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!

It´s her again.

Here we go again.

Sorry.

Excuse me a minute.

Sorry.

The bogeyman´s forgotten.

This lot´s about Cath.

For some reason, she thinks Cath

comes visiting like a ghost.

She dug up this bayonet thing

in the garden.

And now she´s saying

Cath buried it there.

Bayonet?

Jane dug up a bayonet?

EMILY: Yes.

That´s what Alistair said it is.

You still got it?

EMILY: Well, I don´t know

where it is now.

It´s so difficult to get

a consistent story out of her.

Well, do you think we could try?

I mean, if you don´t mind.

Come on, darling, tell Bailey

exactly what you saw.

It´s okay.

We believe you.

Can you still remember

that night, Jane?

´Course I can.

BAILEY:

Good girl.

Did you see Cath right from

the beginning of her burying it?

I heard this noise.

I thought it might be Mr. Fox,

so I looked out.

And there she was,

Cath digging with her hands.

Do you think

you could show me where?

Under a secret log.

Shall we go and have a look?

Sir, we, uh, found this.

Appears to be bloodstained.

It definitely appears

to be blood, sir.

Okay, bring it down to the lab,

get it analyzed.

So, you´ve got your evidence.

Yeah.

Come on.