All language subtitles for The.Inspector.Lynley.Mysteries.S02E04.Deception.on.His.Mind.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

- Rusty!

Come here.

Rusty.

Oh, no, not that way.

Rusty!

Rusty!

Good boy.

- Barabra!

- Hang on.

- Barbara, we're going to Essex,
to the seaside at Balford.

I've come to say goodbye.

- Oh. Right. Well,
goodbye, then.

- Goodbye.

What's the score?

- Well,

It was 22 yesterday,
and 14 today.

So far.

- My turn.

Okay, watch.

- Whoa!

Hadiyyah!

- That's Daddy.

He said two minutes.

- Hi.

- Daddy, come and see this.

Barbara can flick
them for miles.

- Time to go, Hadiyyah.

Let Sergeant Havers get on.

- No, it's okay.

- It's Barbara.

They've got a fairground
at Balford.

They've got dodgems!

Daddy, can she come
on holiday with us?

- I don't think Sergeant
Havers would,

it's not a holiday.

- Oh, I thought.

Right.

- Come along, sweetheart.

Hurry up, in the car.

- See ya.

- Private stuff,
family problems.

Thank you.

Seabirds flock
to grab the spoils.

Huge quantities of
fish and offal

are thrown overboard
by fishing vessels.

Police
are treating the death

as suspicious.

The body of Haytham
Querashi yesterday

was found on an isolated beach

near Balford-le-Nez in Essex.

Mr. Querashi was to
marry Shala Malik,

the daughter of a prominent
businessman, next week.

The death comes at
a sensitive time

for the Pakistani community,

still in turmoil over
the controversial case

of a racist murder last year.

I'm standing here

outside the police
station in Balford-Le-Nez,

where the strength of
feeling is plain to see.

Chief Inspector Barlow,

how would you answer?

- Can I make it clear.
- We want guarantees

from the police sergeant--
- My investigation's conducted

with all the integrity and--

- What about Haytham Querashi?

What about Haytham Querashi?

All of
my team worked--

- Are you going to do a cover-up

on this murder, as well, are ya?

- Okay, Mr. Malik.

You want guarantees?

I'll give you guarantees.

- DCI Barlow.

Barbara Havers.

- Hello.
- Em?

Barb!

- It is me, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I just saw it.

No, no, you were
excellent ,yeah.

Yeah, look, Em,

I've got some time off and,

well, I've just been thinking.

It's been years since
I've been to the seaside.

She's in her room.

- Shala!

It's me!

- My boys are asleep up there.

- Sorry.

Hi.

Why can't Yumna look
after her own babies?

I don't understand.

Why are you so?

It's not as if you were
in love with Haytham.

You hardly knew him.

Shala, he didn't,

look, I mean, before he died,

did Haytham say anything?

About me.

- You?

No, why?

- Oh, nothing, nothing.

Kitchens.

But we've got to
decide by Friday,

I'm signing the contract Friday

and then the flat's ours.

- I can't.

- You can!

Haytham's dead.

You're free now.

You can have the bedroom

with the sea view if you want.

Okay, so your dad will
kick up a fuss,

but he'll get over it.

Are you crying?

- Rache, what have I done?

- Lucky escape, huh?

You must have prayed
every day for a way out.

Work it in well.

The thing I don't understand,

such a sweet guy like Haytham.

Who in their right mind
would want to kill him?

- No, speak to the press office.

Right what have we got

in the way of intelligence
on Muneer Malik?

Onto it.

- And what's happened with
the prints from the car?

Anyone onto it?

Yup, I am.

- Barb!

Excellent, you made it.

What's this?

Yes, right, tell him thanks.

Guys, this is Barbara Havers,
old mate from way back.

- Hello.
- When was the last time?

For heaven's sake.

Northampton?

- No, Manchester.

The investigative interviewing
course.

- Manchester!

Two stroppy sergeants.

- Look at you now.

Fast-track, or what?

- Sit.

Your sister-in-law can take it.

Muneer, explain to your wife.

Yumna.

You look tired, sweetheart.

Muneer, your sister's tired.

- I'll go.

- If it's the police again,

show them into the front room.

Who's the
guy who found the body?

- Gerry DeVitt, local builder,

doing up the victim's house.

- How long had he been dead?

Hang on.

Anything on him?

60 quid and condoms.

Here we go, time of death,
approximately 10 p.m.

- What was he on a beach
on that time of night?

- Meeting someone?

- Sex, like a prostitute, maybe?

- Possibly a boat.

It could be drugs.

- Yeah.

- Okay, here's an idea.

Why don't I hijack you?

- Pardon?

- A, I'm seriously
short staffed,

and B, I'm just thinking,

an impartial outsider
from the Met

that will keep the
troublemakers happy.

- You want me?

- Listen, if you're up for it,

I'll swing it somehow.

Who's your boss now?

- DI Lynley.

He's in Mexico.

He's just got married.

No, your Super.

Webberley, is it?

- Yeah, that would be just--

- Don't get too excited.

In one of my Russian moments,

I told that arrogant poseur
I'd keep him informed.

- What arrogant?

- Muneer Malik.

- Oh, the good-looking one.

- You think he's good-looking?

You go on smiling, so does he.

Hello,

because I'll dump all the
community liaison stuff on you.

Superintendent Webberley,
please.

It's blatant sex discrimination.

You do know that.

You should be made up
to DI head this year.

No, I'm still waiting
to be put through.

Webberley here.

- Malcolm, hi, how are you?

Emily Barlow here.

Listen, I want to ask you
an enormous personal favor.

- I don't want anyone,
especially Azhar,

to interfere with the
police investigation!

Sir, you are not welcome
in my house!

- Muneer said you need help.

- Please leave!

- Uncle, I help at the
Pakistani Aid Association.

- The cops won't lose
face twice, Dad.

They'll twist the evidence,

they'll try and pin Haytham's
death on the community.

- Rubbish!

- Where are you staying?

- Nowhere.

- Try the Hamford.

It's where Haytham Querashi
was staying

while his house was
being renovated.

Listen, I'd ask you
to join us, but,

half a brain, eats like a pig,

but surprisingly
adequate in bed.

He'll do, till I get bored.

- You don't know what
you're dealing with,

there's a political agenda here!

- And what are you now?

The savior of your people?

- At least I know who I am.

I don't try to be more
English than the English.

- You accuse me?

You accuse me!

- Leave it, Muneer.

- You know where we
started, Azhar?

Your aunt and me?

In a rented shed in Lewisham.

Two stoves and a sink.

And now we have the business,

the house, the boat,

and Malik Sauces are to be found

in every supermarket in Britain.

But times change.

And Haytham was our future.

A first-class business brain.

And a fine man.

That's what we have lost.

Our future.

Did he
have many visitors?

- None at all.

A very quiet man.

- And he was the production
manager for Malik Sauces,

so I guess he was out all day.

- And, most evenings.

- Out where?

- I, never intrude
on guests' privacy.

- What time did he go out
the night he was killed?

- About 10.

- 10, that's late.

He often went
out after dinner.

- Hamburg?
- Oh, no.

Wait a minute, I forgot.

He did have a visitor.

A woman.

Well, I assume it was a woman.

It could have been anything
under that,

what do they call them?

Black, head to foot.

- When was this?

- Oh, it was some time
ago, two weeks at least.

Very late.

She--

- Did she give a name?

- Mr. Querashi whisked her
straight up to his room.

- F Qamar.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

Racon Designer Jewelry.

- Ah, yes.

- This receipt's made
out to Shala Malik.

His fiancee.

- An arranged marriage?

- Peculiar way of doing things.

- Not half as peculiar

as the whole dating nightmare.

- Ah, but the,

chase is half the
fun, Miss Havers.

Klaus Reuchlein.

- Klaus Reuchlein.

Miss Havers.

Good morning.

This is your early morning call.

- Oh, thank you.

Daddy!

Daddy, watch me!

Look at this!

Barbara!

- Hi!

Daddy,
look who I found!

- Hi.

Azhar, this isn't how it looks.

I didn't know that.

No, what happened, was,

I got a phone call
yesterday from Essex Police.

The Haytham Querashi case.

- Barabara, there's a swing.

Come and see the swing.

- Show Sergeant Havers later.

Come on, off you go.

So, we're here on
the same business.

- Are we?

- Haytham was engaged
to my cousin.

Shala Malik is your cousin?

- Have you had breakfast yet?

Please.

- Miss Havers, good morning.

Juices and, cereal
on the sideboard.

Help yourself.

- Oh, Mr. Treves!

Could you possibly get a
record of the phone calls

Mr. Querashi made in
the week before he died?

- Leave it with me, Miss Havers.

- So, we find ourselves
on opposing sides.

- He's going senile, anyway.

- Haytham.

Haytham.

He's still going on about
bloody Haytham.

You're twice the man
that Haytham was.

You're so clever, Muneer.

- I just want a little respect.

- He should respect you.

- I'm his son.

- And the father
of his grandsons.

We're the future.

- Who cares?

I don't want his two-bit
tandoori empire, anyway.

See to the baby.

- Your sister will do it.

- They're your boys.

- She likes doing it.

There she goes.

Little Miss Butter
Wouldn't Melt.

Hey!

Maybe we'll get that house
in Castle Street now.

- You really think I want
to live in the same town

as my pig-headed father?

- Where, then?

You tell me where.

- Okay.

How does it work?

What would happen
if Haytham decided

to break off his engagement?

- He wouldn't.

His life, his job,
everything was tied up in it.

- Yeah, but suppose he had.

- Then it would be an
unforgivable insult to my
family.

And he'd bring shame on his own.

Have you given
the baby his bottle?

- Yes.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- But what if he'd fallen
in love with someone else?

- It wouldn't make
any difference.

He was going to marry Shala.

- Okay, but what if the
person he fell in love with,

suppose he got her pregnant?

- Then obviously she'd
be an English girl.

- Excuse me?

What are you saying
about English girls?

- All I'm saying is that

any girl he got pregnant
would be English.

So, everything
was fine?

The wedding was going
ahead okay?

- Yes.

As far as I know.

Morning.

- You're in Mexico!

- Does it look like
I'm in Mexico?

Excuse my butting in.

- Oh, sorry.

This is--

- Azhar Taymullah.

How do you do?

- Thomas Lynley, I'm her boss.

- What are you doing here?

- Family crisis.

Helen's sister Penny.

- Is she okay?

- Depends what you mean by okay.

Her husband's walked out on her.

- Not again.

- Left her and the kids
with a pile of debts

in a sniveling little e-mail.

Poor Pen drank a couple
bottles of wine and

forgot how many sleeping
pills she'd taken.

So we cut it short
and flew home.

- Hang on.

What are you doing here, then?

- Yes, here, look.

This may not be quite
what you planned,

and I apologize if you feel

that I'm surplus
to requirements,

but I got a call last night
from our beloved leader.

- Oh, I get it.

Get down there and make
sure she doesn't screw up.

Well, thank you.

Thank you so much.

- I'll keep a low profile.

- But what if you're wrong?

He wrote a cheque to F
Qamar for 400 pounds.

- So what?

I write checks all the time.

- He could have been
paying someone off,

for blackmail, or abortion.

- You're not listening, Barbara,

it still wouldn't make
any difference.

- It's a contract
between families.

- What do you know about it?

- How do you think the
Lynleys got an earldom?

Money, land, influence,

you name it, we married it.

- Exactly.

- Well, thank you, Azhar.

We've got to go.

Are you coming?

No sign of a fight.

- There wouldn't
be, would there?

The tide's washed
everything away.

- I knew that.

- He could possibly
have drowned.

Good morning!

Em, hi!

This is DI Lynley.

- Yeah, I guessed.

How do you do?

DCI Emily Barlow.

- Good to meet you.

- Good to finally put
a face to the name.

- I was reading about
you recently.

Rising stars, et cetera,

the face of modern policing.

- Oh, it's all politics.

Right, pathology report.

We know how he died,
broken neck.

Plus he sustained
a fractured skull,

multiple contusions, et cetera.

Interesting thing,
though is a mark

on his right shin consistent
with bruising

from a taut wire.

- Like a tripwire you mean.

- Yes, that's what we think.

- So, the killer, or killers,

knew he'd park at the top there,

and then walk on down the steps.

- Check if POLSA found any wire.

And see if you can
trace that check.

- But, are you saying he
crashed 50 foot down a cliff,

and then dragged himself
with a broken neck,

and smashed skull,
in there to die?

- Good point.

So, how did he get there?

Good morning.

DI Lynley.

- This receipt, made
out to Shala Malik.

- She bought a bracelet.

- Right and your name?

- Rachel Winfield.

- What kind of bracelet?

- Like that one.

- Miss Malik makes
her own jewelry?

Yeah, just
beads and crystals.

She don't do silver work.

- It says here, till
the end of time.

What is that inscription?

See, what I don't understand
right, is,

well, could I see your
receipt book a minute, please?

Thanks.

Yeah, see, this is
the white copy

which you give the
customer, yeah?

And this is the blue copy,

the carbon copy you
keep in the shop.

So, how does the blue copy,

your copy, land up in
Haytham Querashi's wallet?

- Never mind.

We'll ask Miss Malik.

- Right.

Be gentle.

My daughter has taken
Haytham's death very badly.

- It was an arranged marriage?

- Arranged marriage, yes,

but not a forced marriage.

- So, no pressure on her

to choose the one she
knew you favored.

- None whatsoever.

A marriage is more than
a private agreement.

I needed a son-in-law

who could take over from
me when I retire.

- What about your
son, Mr. Malik?

- Muneer is a fine
marketing manager, but he,

my son has his problems.

- What kind of problems?

- He had a troubled childhood.

We took him to see people.

But.

- So, if your son-in-law
took over,

at least the business
would stay in the family.

- What else could I do?

Shala, baby?

Detective Inspector Lynley.

And Detective Sergeant Havers.

- Hi.

Just one question, Miss Malik.

You bought a bracelet at
Racon Designer Jewelry.

We found the receipt in
Haytham's wallet.

- You can't have done,
I've got it.

- No, that's what's confusing
us, though.

It wasn't your receipt,
it was the shop's copy.

Why would your fiance have it?

- Was the bracelet for you?

- No.

It was a gift for Haytham.

An engagement gift.

- Do you have an F
Qamar working here?

- Do we?

- Do anyone have a grudge
towards Haytham?

An employee?

- I wouldn't have thought so.

- Trevor Ruddock?

He, had to be sacked.

Haytham caught him stealing.

- He bent over backwards to
see Trevor got another job.

My friend Theo Shaw
fixed him up.

What happened to it?

- Pardon?

- The bracelet.

Haytham wasn't wearing it,

and it wasn't in his room.

- Oh, I didn't get the
chance to give it to him.

And, when he, I couldn't.

I threw it away.

- Where?

- Off the end of the pier.

- When?

- Yesterday.

Abbu Jan, I think the
stationery rep's just come.

May I?

- Sergeant, have you
finished with my daughter?

- Yes, thanks.

- The police are here!
- I came to warn you.

Too late!

What are you playing at?

Why did you give Haytham
that receipt?

- Because I wanted him to know.

- Would you please stop meddling

in things you don't understand!

- I do understand.

- You haven't a clue, Rache!

I'm pregnant!

What am I going to do?

I thought I was going
to be married next week.

- You were gonna pass
it off as Haytham's?

- No, I never,

well, to the rest of the
family, but not to him.

He knew.

I told him.

And he was so kind.

He said that we all have
things in our lives that,

Rache, you've got to help me.

I don't know where
to go, please.

You've got to help me
fix up an abortion.

- A baby!

That'll be the day.

He's probably on holiday
or something, is he?

- Excuse me!

- Hello.
- Hi.

Hi, were you working
here yesterday?

- Yeah.

- Did you see a girl
on the pier?

- Hundreds.

- No, a Pakistani girl with
a scarf and everything?

She threw something
into the water.

- Anybody see a Paki girl

chuck something in the
water yesterday?

- No.
- No.

- Okay.

Oh, Theo Shaw's office,
where would we?

- It's back that way.

You've passed it.

- Right, cheers.

- Trevor Ruddock?

I gave him some evening
shifts on the funfair.

- Nice bracelet.

It's unusual.

Could I, just?

- Sure.

- Yeah, that is so unusual.

- Till the end of time.

Present?

- Sort of.

- So, you know the Maliks well.

- Mr. Malik and I are members

of the same business
associations.

- And Mr. Ruddock, where
would we find him right now?

You can usually
find him fishing

at the end of the pier.

- So, Shala gave Theo
the bracelet.

It's West Side Story.

Shala Malik, Theo Shaw,
secret lovers.

Driven apart by conflicting
cultures.

And Theo Shaw, jealous
as hell, kills Haytham.

- Bollywood, Havers.

- Well, you come up with
something better then, sir.

- That girl in the shop.

- Yeah, Rachel Winfield.

- She obviously gave
Haytham the receipt.

The question is why?

- Maybe she wanted Haytham
to know that

Shala was in love
with someone else.

- Yes, but why?

- Well, maybe,

what is that thing
Asian women wear

to cover themselves up?

- A chador.

- Maybe Rachel was
in the chador.

Haytham's late-night visitor.

- Trevor Ruddock?

- Yeah.

- Mr. Ruddock, before
working for Theo Shaw,

I believe you were caught
stealing from Malik Sauces.

- Who are you?
- Police.

- Oh, for--

- Stealing what?

- Nothing.

Just a couple of crates
of jalfrezi.

- So, Mr Querashi caught you

smuggling the stuff
out of the factory?

- No.

He caught me selling it.

I've got a stall in the market.

I stood there Saturday morning,

you know, a couple of
jars of korma for a quid,

and blow me, there he was.

- Caught red-handed
by your bosses.

What shocking bad luck.

- It's nothing to do with luck.

He'd come out of the gents'.

You don't go in that
gents' for a pee.

Well, not unless you
want to get felt up

by a queue of mincing poofs.

- Well, that's the last thing.

Gerry DeVitt.

- Who's Gerry DeVitt?

- He is.

He's the guy who found the body.

Wait a minute.

And he was working for Haytham
doing up his new house.

We're closed.

The sign is a clue.

- Well, Detective
Sergeant Havers.

And this is DI Lynley.

Mr. DeVitt, sorry, I didn't.

- What's he done this time?

- I had no idea it was
you when we spoke before.

And you are?

- Cliff,

Hegarty, his other half.

- You were working on Haytham
Querashi's new house, yeah?

- 24/7.

- Yeah, it was a rush job.

Haytham pulled the
wedding forward,

Mr. Malik said could
I do the extra hours,

try and get it finished.

- Malik Senior?

- Yeah.

He bought the place for them.

- Did he ever make
a move on you?

- Who?

- Haytham Querashi.

You knew he was gay.

- What, Haytham?

Never.

- Oh, you've upset him now.

He thinks he can always tell.

- Did you know he was gay?

- How would I know?

I've never met the man.

- Have either of you
ever come across F Qamar?

On the gay scene, maybe?

- No, we don't do the
gay scene any more.

Do we?

- Theo!

You've got to get rid
of the bracelet

before the police see it.

- They've seen it.

- Oh, my god.

No no, wait, it's still okay,

they won't know it's
that bracelet

unless they saw the inscription.

They didn't, did they?

Oh, this is terrible.

Now they'll know Shala
bought it for you.

- How will they know?

- And they'll think
you killed Haytham.

- How did the police know?

- Theo, speak to Shala.

You've got make her see sense.

She's talking about
an abortion now!

You can't let her
kill your baby.

- Cost you at least half
a million in London.

- See this floor?

That's how I'd like mine.

I tell you what,
if I was Muneer,

oh, I'd be foaming at the mouth.

I mean, the business,
this place.

- Does Emily know there's
a phone here?

As if there's a remote
possibility

that she'd miss anything.

- Get someone to check on it.

We need a list of all the calls.

We've got to know who
Haytham's rung from that phone.

Names and addresses.

You'd better get to
your liaison meet.

- He's got one hell of a motive.

- Who?

Muneer.

- Get out.

- This Haytham guy comes along,

nicks his place in the
family pecking order,

gets the house, gets
control of the business,

and to cap it all, this
paragon of manhood's

a fully blown up shirt-lifter.

It's a massive insult.

Family honor, and stuff.

Men like Muneer take
that seriously.

Check where he was the
night of the murder.

- Okay.

Oh, did
anyone warn you?

- About what?

- He's insisting on some kind of

community do-gooder
sitting in on the meeting.

The person you
are calling is unavailable.

Leave a message after the tone.

- Shala, pick up.

I'm sick of leaving messages.

You know what?

I thought there was no way
you could hurt me any more.

But you can.

You can.

- So what's happening?

Fill me in.

- Can I just check
something first?

Right, the night Haytham
was murdered,

can you tell me where you were?

- Where I was?

What is this, an interrogation?

- Mr. Malik, please--
- I'm here to ask questions,

not get the flaming
third degree.

You're asking me for an alibi?

No, forget it.

Forget it.

- No.
- I'm not talking to you.

Who are you, anyway?

- I'm sorry.

- Go get me someone else.

- Please just sit down.

- Get me someone else.

It's a farce, man.

She's accusing me!

- Hey, it's okay.

- You know what she did?

That racist cow you work for?

She buried the evidence.

Everyone knows those
white guys did it.

- You're accusing
my cousin of what?

- I just asked him where--

- She's trying to pin it on me.

She wants my alibi!

- So?

Have you got something to hide?

Well, tell her.

Where were you?

- I was having dinner
with a friend.

- Where?
- The Nazeeb, in Harwich.

Which friend?

He's back
in Hamburg now, anyway.

- Muneer, she needs
to know his name.

It's Klaus.

Klaus Reuchlein.

- The table was booked in
the name of Malik, yeah?

- Still his answerphone.

- Yeah, that's what I got.

Okay, yeah, thanks.

They started eating about eight,

and left just before midnight.

Muneer and a white guy
with a foreign accent.

- How much did Muneer pay
the manager to tell us that?

- You think he?

You really don't
like him, do you?

Well I'm just saying,

she doesn't bother to
hide it, that's all.

- Maybe she just knows
him better than you do.

- Miss Havers, good evening.

Good evening, sir.

The list of phone
calls you wanted.

- Oh, great.
- Will you,

both be taking dinner
this evening?

I can recommend the sea bass.

- Good evening.

Good morning?

Do you speak English?

I'm sorry.

Azhar, hi.

Pleasant evening.

I love it.

Just sitting out, enjoying it.

Goodnight, Inspector.

See you
in the morning.

You haven't told
me about the wedding yet.

- Hi.

Mexico.

A little white church
on top of a cliff

overlooking the Pacific.

- So, what does it feel
like, being married?

Feel any different?

- Totally different.

And exactly the same.

- Well, that's helpful.

- Well, except better.

- How's your brother?

- He's getting there.

- And your mum?
- Coping.

- You look great.

It's probably the tan,
but you look really good.

Marriage obviously suits you.

- Everyone should do it.

- Seems an interesting
guy, your friend Azhar.

How do you two?

- He's a neighbor.

- Right.

And are you?

- No, he's just a neighbor.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Sleep well.

- Shala!

Shala!

- Barbara?

- I need your help.

- He's in the garden, isn't he?

- Get out of my room, Muneer.

Did you let
him kiss you again?

- No!

- You let him touch you.

- No, Muneer, I never!

- You're a whore, Shala.

- I should have killed you.

- I wish you had.

- Who was it?

- A mufti.

- A what?

- A kind of Islamic lawyer.

- And why did Haytham
want to speak to him?

- To get his opinion.

- On what?

- It was confidential.

But he did say that Haytham
was deeply troubled.

- Azhar,

what line does Islam
take with homosexuality?

- It's forbidden.

Absolutely.

Are you telling me that
Haytham was gay?

- Well, he was seen cottaging.

Well, thank you.

- I was just--
- Calling Karachi.

- Yes,

goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Take that leer off your face.

It isn't how it looks.

- Havers, that's it.

It isn't how it looks.

It was supposed to look
like an accident, right?

Haytham loses footing
in the dark,

and tumbles over the cliff.

But it didn't look
like an accident

because the body is
in the pillbox,

and the car's been done over.

So, why does the killer
mess up his chance

of getting away with
a perfect murder?

- He didn't.

- Exactly, which means
someone else did.

Presumably the person
Haytham was due to meet.

- His gay lover.

- Who was waiting for him.

Who saw what happened.

- But couldn't or daren't
come forward.

So, he moved the body
and stripped the car,

so that we would know
it was murder.

- What's a mufti?

- No, the point is, Em,

if the boyfriend saw
Haytham killed,

then, well then he
could be in danger.

- No, I don't buy it.

No, what I think,

I think the three of
them were in it together.

Muneer, Reuchlein, and Haytham.

- In what together?

- Drugs, prostitution,
we'll get the details later.

I think Haytham got greedy,

double-crosses the other two.

Now we already know Muneer
hates Haytham's guts, so

he arranges a meet,

kills his brother in law to be,

and rips the car apart to
get rid of any evidence.

- Right.

- Okay, you guys, start
the inquiries with vice,

drug squad, try up with NCS.

- I'm onto vice.
- Alright.

- Muneer is not the
only one with a motive.

There's Shala Malik
and Theo Shaw.

- Are you running this
investigation?

They both had a
reason to want Querashi dead.

- Barbara.

- We still haven't identified
F Qamar yet.

And there's Rachel
Winfield, I mean,

she knows a lot more
than she's telling us.

I need to talk to her again.

- You'd be wasting your time.

- You can't just dismiss
them all because

because you have some kind
of hang-up with Muneer Malik.

- Let's both try and
forget you said that.

- Watch your back, mate!

- Mr. Ruddock.

Tell me, you ought
to get about a bit.

Does the name F Qamar
mean anything to you?

- No.

Try Balford, that's where
the Pakis live.

This is Thaxton.

- I've tried Balford.

Morning.

- This bloke you're looking
for, F Qamar,

is he one of them benders?

Mate, the only Paki I've ever
seen round here is my boss.

- Yup.

- Yeah, I've got the trace

on the calls from Haytham's
new house.

Yeah, there were two from a B&B.

I have got the address here.

- Hi, I'm looking
for Mr F Qamar.

- Mr. Qamar!

Mr. Qamar!

Mr. Qamar!

Stop!

- One more time, Rachel.

Why were you so keen

to stop Haytham and
Shala marrying?

Okay.

Let's try again down
the station.

- Mr. Qamar!

Mr. Qamar!

Stop it, come on.

Qamar!

Come on, Mr. Qamar, please!

Stop!

It's okay.

Are you alright?

Come on.

Come on.

- Okay, Rachel, here's
what I think.

Shala is your best mate

and it hurts you

when she falls in love
with Theo Shaw,

so you act as a go-between

because at least that
way she still needs you.

But when she becomes
Mrs. Haytham Querashi,

then she's lost to you
forever, am I right?

Shala makes jewelry,
doesn't she?

Does she use wire?

Are you protecting her, Rachel?

Hi, this is Rachel.

I can't get to the
phone right now.

Leave a message.

- Rache, why aren't
you answering?

Where are you?

Have you, fixed it up yet?

- They used to meet in secret
places and I'd help them.

Shala said it was hopeless,

that they could never marry.

Mr. Malik's a lovely man,
but he's very strict.

And her brother Muneer
would kill her,

so she broke it off.

- What is it you're
not telling me, Rachel?

- I think it's my fault.

- What is?

- I gave Haytham that receipt

and I think he was
so angry about it,

he went after Theo, and
I think Theo killed him.

- We've got Qamar.

- Why did Haytham Querashi
pay you 400 pounds?

- No, no, no.

- I need an interpreter
here now.

Where's the interpreter?

- Excuse me, sorry.

Mr. Muneer Malik and Professor
Azhar Taymullah are here

and want to speak to Mr Qamar.

- No, not now.

- Professor Taymullah
speaks Urdu.

- Absolutely not.

He's biased, he could
tell us anything.

No, I've got an interpreter
coming from London.

- Well no, sorry, there's
a problem there.

They can't contact him.

They're looking for
someone else but.

- For god's sake.

- Professor Azhar Taymullah.

We need someone who
can speak Urdu.

Would you be prepared to
interpret for Mr. Qamar?

- Of course.

- Let's go, which way?

- Sorry, Mr. Malik, this is
a formal police interview.

- So he gets to see Mr.
Qamar and I don't,

that's not good enough.

Listen, I was given
promises from the police.

- It's okay, Muneer.

You wait here, I'll do it.

- Thank you.

- He says he's never
heard of Haytham Querashi.

- No Haytham Querashi.

- Tell him we've got
the check stub.

- It proves nothing.

There's a million F
Qamars in the world.

- So why did he run away?

- He thought DI Lynley
was Immigration.

He panicked because is
papers have been stolen.

- No problem.

We can get duplicates.

Get him a doctor,
get him a meal,

have his room at
the B&B searched.

Forget drugs, forget
prostituion,

it's illegal immigrants!

And Muneer's alibi,
whatever it takes, break it.

Let the Winfield girl go.

But I haven't
finished with her, yet!

- For heaven's sake!

Stop wasting everyone's time!

Send her home.

- Go on, then, what did she say?

- She seemed to think you
were rather confrontational.

- Confrontational?

- And uncooperative.

- I was not confrontational!

I was extremely,

you know, her problem is,

that she can't see further
than Muneer.

- Are you sure you're
reading this right?

- What other way is there?

- It could be an attitude thing.

- Are you saying
this is my fault?

- No, no.

I'm saying try taking
a step back.

And think.

You did used to have quite
a reputation at the Met.

- For what?

- For being--

- Come on, for being what?

- For being difficult
to work with.

- Oh, I'm difficult
to work with.

Do you know, I don't
remember being trampled

in the stampede to partner you.

- Barbara!

My uncle that I didn't
even know I had is here!

Daddy and Uncle Muneer

used to play together
when they were young.

And he's going to take
me out on a boat.

Uncle Muneer, this is
my friend Barbara.

- Well,

I had no idea you were this
intimate with the police.

- Daddy, can Barbara come
to the pier with us tonight?

- I'm sure Daddy would
love to take

Barbara to the pier tonight.

So you've been lying to me?

- Come on, Muneer.

It's not like that.

- Oh, look, we're embarrassing
Barbara!

Why don't we take this outside?

- Look at him!

He's so sweet, he's beautiful.

Oh, Daddy, look!

- Hadiyyah, careful!
- Careful!

So, what did you tell
your cousin about us?

- The truth.

- Not that there is an us.

- I told him that you
were a neighbor,

that Essex police asked
for your help

and that you had no idea
that I was involved.

- Azhar,

how come Hadiyyah didn't know

that she had an uncle down here?

- That's,

it's,

it's a bit hard to explain.

- Can I have it?
- Give it back!

- Oi!

You stinking Paki!

- That's enough!

Police!

Go on, leave her alone.

Get out of it.

Are you alright?
- Oi, racist cow!

Leave her alone, police bitch!

- It's okay, don't worry.
- She ain't done nothing

to you.

- Back off!

Come on, get out of it!

Get out!

What's he sticking
up for her for?

What're you looking at?

- You okay?

Yeah?

I'll be back.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I don't need rescuing.

- Great thank-you speech.

You've got some ice cream
on the side of your nose.

- What are you doing?

- You took the key.

- You take your English
whores to that house?

- They mean nothing to me.

- That should have
been our house.

- You know they mean
nothing to me.

- Tell me I'm the
only one you love.

- You are the only one I love.

- Why do you do it, Muneer?

- I don't know.

They disgust me.

- It'll be all right, baby.

- Do you think I'm difficult
to work with?

- No.

No, I just think you've got
so used to working with me.

It's tough adapting to
someone else's style.

And, okay, you're having
a bit of a problem

with Emily at the moment,

but the fact is,
she is damn good.

And she didn't get where, hello.

- The fisherman.

Fishing line, do you
think that's strong enough

for a tripwire?

- The missing gay lover?

It's a thought.

Here comes the one
my money's on.

Mr. Hegarty.

Good morning.

It's curious that every
time I come to Thaxton

there you are, slipping
out of the gents'.

You told me you'd
never met Haytham.

Of course you had.

Right here.

This is where you picked
him up, isn't it?

So why did you lie to me?

- I wasn't lying.

Not to you.

You said--
- Look, I was lying to Gerry.

He doesn't know I,

look, I'm with the
guy for life, okay?

It's just all so bloody safe.

I miss the buzz.

- If I told you we had
your fingerprints

all over Haytham's car,
what would you say?

- I'd say you're lying.

I've never been fingerprinted.

- I'll tell you what,

let's live really dangerously.

Why don't you come down to
the police station with me,

get fingerprinted right now,

see if they match?

- You're so cool.

I bet he's straight, isn't he?

What a waste!

I'll tell you what,
I'll do you a deal.

Okay?

- Where you have been?

- I've done it.

- Where do I go, when?

- No.

No, I mean, I've signed
the contract

for the flat, it's ours.

We'll bring up the
baby together.

- It was always after dark

and we always arrived
separately.

Haytham would come by car

and I'd walked around
the headland.

We had to be so careful.

He was terrified the Maliks
would find out he was gay.

- Some arranged marriage, eh?

- No, don't get this wrong.

Shala knew he was gay and
he knew she was pregnant.

- Shala's pregnant?

- Believe me, that marriage
was the answer

to both their prayers.

- I don't care if she's
not seeing anyone,

she's seeing me!

What the hell are
you doing to me?

You won't let me near you,

you don't pick up my
messages, and then Rachel.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't know how to.

- It's been killing me.

- You and Haytham.

You let him sleep with
you, but not me, not me.

I'm just the guy who
loves you so much,

it's driving me crazy.

- It was pitch-dark,

but I heard his car arrive.

And then I saw him at
the top of the steps.

And then it all happened
so suddenly,

the scream, the thump.

- Haytham wasn't the only person

you saw there, was he?

- No.

- There was someone else there.

- I couldn't see him clearly,

just just a black shape
at the top of the cliff,

crouching over.

- Untying the wire?

- Oh, so it was a
tripwire, was it?

I just saw the fall,
so I assumed

he must have been pushed.

- So then you moved the body

and ripped the car apart, yeah?

- He'd just been killed,

for God's sake, in cold blood.

Yeah, I wanted you lot
to know about it.

The deal still stands,

you try getting a statement
out of me

and I'll deny everything.

- Who else knew that
Haytham was gay?

- No one, I hope.

We both had too much to lose.

I mean, there was this
one near miss, but.

- Near miss with whom?

Oh, this gay bar in Harwich.

I thought it would be
safe as houses, but,

blow me, there's Muneer.

- In a gay bar?

- Driving past, three
in the morning.

- And he saw you?
- He might have done.

Especially since Haytham

suddenly went off his head

and insisted I follow him.

- Why?

- Search me.

So, anyway, we drove for miles,

until we ended up in
Thaxton Industrial Estate.

That's where we lost him.

Funny old time to
be selling sauces.

- I had to finish it.

Oh, Theo, we belong nowhere,

and then we'd land up
hating each other.

And you're wrong.

Haytham and I,

we never.

This isn't Haytham's baby.

You remember that night

he, Muneer,

caught us in the
garden, kissing?

That night he dragged
me back to the house.

Theo, he was so angry,
I thought he'd kill me.

He said I was spoiled goods now.

Worse than those girls

who throw themselves at him.

- Oh, my god!

- And then he cried.

He hung on to me and he cried.

So, Haytham was my last hope.

- You told him it
was Muneer's baby?

- I had to.

- And he was willing to
bring the child up as his?

- He had reasons why he,

yes.

- What are you going to do now?

- I don't know!

- Oh, Theo.

- Ah, Mr Malik, there you are.

- Dad, I'm off.

- But, Muneer, we've
got a sales meeting.

- It's business, it
won't take long.

- What am I going to do?

He breaks my heart.

- Abbu.

- Oh,

thank god, my darling Shala,

at least I have you.

Mr. Malik.

The reason I came,

there's a jewelry exhibition
in Colchester next week.

I was wondering if
you would let me

take Shala over to see it?

- On the work front,
it is unusually quiet.

A close colleague,
that'll be me,

causes you to rethink--

- Duck.

Okay, slow down. Let's
have a look.

Let's drive past.

Here he comes.

Excuse me.

Sorry to bother you,
Muneer Malik?

- He has just been here.

You missed him by seconds.

- Police.

Are you a business
acquaintance of Mr. Malik's?

- No no.

He just bought a rug
from me last week.

He was here to pay
off the balance.

You import rugs?

- Rugs, carpets, furniture.

We are waiting for a shipment.

Blimey!

- Excuse me, please.

That toilet's blocked.

- Yeah, you need
to get it fixed.

And your name is?

- His name is Reuchlein.

Am I right?

Klaus Reuchlein.

One over used loo,

piles of filthy mattresses.

- Illegal immigrants.

- Probably smuggled in
from Hamburg to Harwich.

In one of these containers,
I bet.

- Eastern Imports.

Obviously, Muneer is
in it up to his eyes.

This is going to
make Emily's day.

All it proves is that Muneer's

smuggling immigrants
into the country,

it doesn't prove he
killed Haytham.

- It will.

Bring him in.

- No, you're just
going to pin this

murder on him anyway,
aren't you?

And just twist the
facts to prove it.

What is your problem
with Muneer?

Anyone would think that
you and he had.

- Toilets, now.

- What?

- Now.

What have you heard?

- Nothing.

Em, listen--
- Are people talking?

- Why?

Nobody's said anything.

- He's a dangerous,
arrogant bastard,

but if you seriously think

I'd twist the facts to nail him,

then you'd better walk
straight out that door

and not come back.

- Okay,

I'm sorry.

- Okay.

The reason I know what
I know about him,

you breathe one word of
this to anyone, ever,

and your career is over,
is that clear?

- I won't be long.

- It was nothing.

A couple of dates.

I fancied him.

But it was nothing.

Dinner, a couple of
dates, that's all.

- So, what happened?

- He was using me.

This obsessive thing about
that dead Asian boy last year.

- Yeah.

He thinks you buried evidence.

No one cons their
way into my bed

trying to get some kind
of confession out of me.

I did not suppress evidence.

As if I'd be so stupid!

And then things got nasty.

Seriously nasty.

I was alone with him in
a hotel room, Havers,

under circumstances I could
not exactly advertise.

No one does that to me.

So,

let's see if we can at least

make this illegal immigrants
thing sticks.

Bring him in.

- Well, if I could just
have five minutes

with Mr. Qamar first.

- I said no.

- But if he is one
of the illegals

that Muneer and Reuchlein.

- There's no point.

He doesn't even speak English.

- Actually, I think--

- And anyway, you're too late.

That smug know-all from
London's already collected him.

- What smug?

Professor Taymullah?

Professor Azhar
will look after you now.

Thanks for your help.

Let me
give you a lift.

Don't look so worried.

You've not done anything
wrong, okay?

What does
she want us to do?

Should we pick him up?

- Hang on!

Drive.

- He wanted a better life.

So he went to World
Transit Tours in Karachi,

to ask about immigration.

And obviously they
said, "No chance."

A couple of days later,

he's approached by one
of the counter clerks.

- The Karachi contact?

- He said he could arrange

to get him into England
for a fee.

- No.

No, he is lying.

Fee only cover travel,
not papers.

Pay more for papers.

- So they were unloaded
from the lorries

and dumped in a warehouse

and forced to work in
farms and sweatshops.

- All time, hungry.

I work till hands bleed.

So, I run away.

I walk and walk.

And then, car stop.

Kind man give me lift, help me.

- This was Haytham?

- Haytham, he give me money.

He find place to live.

And he promise he find
men do this bad thing

and stop them.

- Can you describe
any of these men?

- One, slim, light
hair and beard.

One, Pakistani, is terrible man.

Take all our wages to
pay for resident papers,

but no one ever get papers.

- What's wrong?

- It's not just smuggling
illegals, it's slave labor.

- So, where is he?

- Who?

- Muneer Malik where is he?

Did I, or did I not,
tell you to bring him in?

- Yeah.

- My car, now.

If we've lost him, Havers,

because you have a serious
problem with authority.

- Hey no, hang on a minute,

she's just given you
the first piece

of solid evidence you've
got against Muneer.

- I gave her an order.

She disobeyed it, end of story.

- Okay, okay, so, let's think.

The police know about
the warehouse,

they know you were there.

So where did Reuchlein
call you from?

- Hamburg.

He's been trying all day.

- So, why couldn't he?

Where were you?

So, which one was it this time?

- Oh, some girl, I don't know.

What am I going to do?

- You take your father's boat,

you cross to Hamburg,
you lie low.

Give me a week and
I'll join you.

- What will you tell Dad?

- Don't worry about that.

All hell's going to break
loose in this house.

I just have to drop one
word in your father's ear.

He won't notice we're gone.

- What word, what are
you talking about?

- It wasn't just kisses
in the garden, Muneer.

Your stupid little sister

can't hide it much longer.

- Hide what?

- Wake up, Muneer!

She's pregnant.

- Muneer Malik.

- You've just missed him.

- And you are?

- His wife.

- Where's he gone?

- Back to work.

- Where was your husband
on the night that

Haytham Querashi was
murdered, Mrs. Malik?

- Where was Muneer?

He was here with me
and the babies.

- Uncle Muneer!

- Come with me, come on!

Which one's yours?

- Obviously forgot to
tell the loyal little wife

he'd already organized an alibi.

Calling all bravo units.

- Can I drive it?

Can I steer?

- Why don't we call your daddy

and tell him where you are?

- Barbara!

He's got her.

- Who has?
- Barbara?

- He rang.
- Who's got Hadiyyah?

- Muneer.
- Who the hell is Hadiyyah?

- I wish I hadn't
left her alone.

He said if the police
try to stop him

and then I couldn't
hear properly,

there was some kind
of an engine.

- What kind of engine?

Was it a car, a boat, what?

- Yes?
- Where would you go

if you were him?
- I don't know, Hamburg?

- His car's been seen
at the marina.

- Havers.

- I'll get her back, Azhar.

Suppose he's heading for France?

- No, Hamburg's his best bet.

He's got contacts there.

What's that?

- Where?

Yeah, that's him.

- Shut your engine down, Muneer!

- Don't get too close to them.

- Emily, what are you doing?

- What the hell?
- Hadiyyah!

Hang on!

- Here, come on, let me.
- Get off!

- Are you crazy?

Are you trying to kill us?

- You bastard!

- Come here.

- Stop it, help!
- Shut up!

Back off!
- Get off!

- Go on, back off!

Back off or I'll throw her in!

- Get off me!
- I swear I'll throw her in!

Hadiyyah,
just hang on!

I'm coming for you!
- He's serious, Emily.

- Oh, my god!

- Help!

- No!

Stop the boat, Emily!!

- You're sick, Muneer!

- Stop!
- Can you hear me?

- Hadiyyah!

Hadiyyah!

- Turn back!

Keep out
of this, Havers!

- Emily, turn back!

Emily, turn back!

Sir!

- Help!
- Sir!

- Havers!

- Thank god.

Hadiyyah!

Sir,
I'll take her.

There you go, love.

- You swam into my office,

push your way onto this case.

- But, I thought you said--

- No, it was a lie.

I came here because of you.

Because I--

- Because of me?

- Hello.

You're finished, Havers.

- You're hardly gonna come
out of this smelling of roses.

- Professor Azhar?
- I made a tough decision.

She shot a senior officer.

- Because you left
her no choice.

A child was drowning.

That is not a tough decision.

That is murder murder.

- Can we just concentrate
on the matter in hand?

Malik's alibi.

Apparently,

well anyway, it checks out.

A guy at another table
and his wife.

They both saw him arrive,
they both saw him leaving.

- Then he can't have
killed Haytham.

- Which means--

- DCI Barlow, the
consultant will see you now.

- No, you stay here.

You're off this case,
both of you.

- Of course I'm sure.

- So, for the last time,

on the night that Haytham
Querashi was murdered,

your husband was in this house?

- With me and the boys.

- In that case, Mrs Malik,

I'll be blunt.

You're lying.

- I'm not lying, he was here.

- He was having dinner
with friends

at a restaurant in Harwich.

We have witnesses.

Which means you told
us that he was with you

because you thought
he needed an alibi,

or in fact, you did.

- I got the days muddled,
you're right.

- Oh.

What kind of wire did
you use, Mrs. Malik?

Your sister in law's
jewelry wire?

- You?

- It was always Haytham,
wasn't it?

From the moment he and
Shala got engaged.

Do you not know how much
you hurt Muneer?

- So it was you at the hotel.

- I went to tell him
she loved someone else.

I thought that would
get rid of him.

But it didn't.

- He told me to get my
own house in order

before I worried about his.

- Meaning he'd found out

what Muneer and Reuchlein
were up to.

- All Muneer wanted from
you was respect.

Every time he tried to be a man,

you undermined him.

- Do not mention his name again!

- You see?

- Did you know your husband

was trafficking in
illegal immigrants?

- Not until Haytham told me.

- And what, warned you
that unless Muneer stopped,

that he'd take his evidence
to the police?

- That was our future.

Why should we stop?

- The small matter of
the people you exploited.

- They got their chance
to come to England.

That's what they wanted.

And we were making money.

We needed that money.

To buy our own house,

to build our own business,
have our own lives.

So Muneer could be himself.

Then he wouldn't get so angry.

And he wouldn't need
these women.

So Haytham had to go?

- It was easy.

I followed him,

when you were in your beds

and Muneer was out with
one of his blondes.

I followed him.

Haytham met that man, his lover,

down on the beach.

Same routine every night.

It was obvious what to do.

Stretch the wire across
the steps and wait.

- And if Cliff hadn't
been early, for once,

you'd have got away with it.

- Take a closer look
at your daughter.

- She's the one that
shamed you, not Muneer.

- Are you alright, Miss Malik?

I know about the baby.

- Arrangements have been made.

You can change your
mind, you know.

If you'd rather I
told your father.

- That I'm pregnant
by my own brother?

No.

Please, spare him that.

- I know how much this
is going to cost you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- She's all you have
now, isn't she?

- I've made such a mess
of my life, Barbara.

- Me, too.

- How is she?

- They're keeping her
in for observation.

But she's fine.

Azhar's staying with her.

- Emily?

- She's still in theater.

She's got third-degree burns.

She needs a skin graft.

- Havers, I should
have believed you.

I am so sorry.

I should have--

- There's no excuses, sir.

I shot at her.

- You know I'll do everything
I can, but.

- But, nothing changes
the fact, sir.

I shot at her, end of career.

- You saved our lives out there.

That was an amazing
thing you did.

- I wanted to kill her.

Do you know, I was so
proud of working with her?

She was everything I
ever wanted to be.

- Sometimes people let you down.

- You haven't.

Ever.