All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley Mysteries - S02E02 - A Suitable Vengeance.eng

Dr Trenarrow.

Where the hell have you been?

Nurse.

TINA!

There you are!

Helen, wonderful to see you.

I'm so happy for you both.

Tommy.

Mother.

It's good to see you.
You're looking very well.

Hello, there. John, hi!

Tommy. Helen, you remember John,
our estate manager? Of course. Hi.

Congratulations. You're a lucky man.
HELEN: That's what I tell him.

Well, Aunt Lavinia's arrived, but
apart from that, you're the first.

Did you two stay over somewhere
last night? Yeah. In Taunton.

I'm so glad you decided to have the
engagement party here. Of course.

Where shall I put the champagne?
In the hall, please, Nancy. Hi.

Hi, Tommy! Congratulations.
Here, let me take those.

Nancy...hi. Congratulations to you
too. I hear you're married now.

Sounds fun. Fun is a tad optimistic,
but it's an annual village event
and they expect me to be there.

The Nanrunnel Am Dram Society!

They know you're both here
this weekend. Ah.

They'd be hurt if you didn't go.
Then we're coming.

50-1 on
the vicar's given himself the lead.

Have a word with him later
about wedding dates. Well, we
haven't got that far yet...have we?

Well, give me a shout
if there's anything you need.

Thanks.

Your mother is extraordinary.
Yes, isn't she?

Are you going to be like this
all weekend? At least try.

I am trying! It's a chance for you
and your mum to sort things out...

I'm just going to sort the car out.

Where's he disappeared to now?
I don't know.

Some tart or another.
Dad, there was another letter
from the bank.

Did you open it?
I can't open his letters.

Why not? You've got a right to know
what debt you're in.

A gas bill came yesterday.
Final demand. Oh, Dad!

Come on.
I'm so tired.

- Leave him. Come home.
- I can't.

You'll never change him, Nance.
Where is he?

What's this one's name?
I don't want to talk about it.

Sorry. Excuse me. What is it?

I'm fine. Nancy!

Come on.

I'll give you a lift home, OK?

Is everything all right at home?

I know John doesn't really
get on with your husband, does he?

Sorry. None of my business.

Mick's back.

Thanks for the lift.

If you take those through, someone
will show you where to put them.

Is this the...? Thank you so much
for coming at such short notice.

Oh, it was nice... Come through
with me. I just had this idea.

If you could just see the whole
set-up, it would make things
so much easier for you tomorrow.

Er, well, yeah.

Was it you I spoke to on the phone,
or the other girl? Which girl?

Oh, Tommy, I won't be a moment.
I'm just showing the florist... Oh!

I didn't get your name.
This isn't... I'm not. Sorry.

Mother, this isn't the florist.
This is Barbara Havers - my
colleague from the Met. Oh, my God!

What a fool I am! It's my fault.
I've been longing to meet you.

I'm so glad you could come. Tommy,
will you bring Barbara's things up?
..Now, come along, my dear...

Here we are.

The bed's a bit lumpy, I'm afraid,
but I wanted you to have this room
because the view's so lovely.

Is anyone home? Oh, it's Sidney!

Settle yourself in, and join us
for a drink when you're ready.

Why are these houses so damn cold?

Do you good to rough it a bit.

Sidney, darling! Hello!

Lovely to see you.
This is my aunt, Lady Asherton.

Hello.
This is Justin Brooke.

You're in chemicals, aren't you?
What else did she say?

Er...come in.

Where do you want these? The bed?

Someone called Sidney's arrived.

Who's Sidney? My cousin.

Just back from Chechnya, I think.
She's a news photographer. Oh.

Not on the counter at Argos, then.
Mmm.

So, what happens now? Unpack.
Come on down when you're ready.

Will I do as I am, or...?
You're fine.

I'm going to get it wrong. You will
tell me? Get my head bitten off?

No, seriously, I don't want to mess
this up. Which I've already done.

Actually,
your mum was sweet about it.

I like her. Yeah.

People always do.

This is so out of my league.

It isn't, actually, you know.
No, seriously, sir. I mean...

this is...well,
this is a private family party.

For family and friends.
You're a friend. Which reminds me,
I have a favour to ask of you.

Would you call me Tommy
this weekend?

Or even Thomas?
No, I don't think so, sir.

Barbara, hi. I was just coming
to find you. Where've you been?

Excuse us.

See you downstairs.

Helen, I had to take Nancy home.
You could have told me.
I had no idea where you were.

I needed some air. You've only
just arrived. For heaven's sake!

I'm sorry, Tommy, but...what is
this thing with you and your mother?

You act like a tortured adolescent.

If you can't sort it out before the
wedding, it'll make it... Come on.
I want to show you something.

Tommy's here.
He's dying to see you.

See that window there?

That was the room where my father
was dying...about to die of cancer.

Now, I'm 17, standing here. I can't
face going back in. I'm too scared.

Suddenly, my mother appears at this
window with her arms wrapped around
a man, and I think it's a miracle.

I run in, race up the stairs, don't
even think to knock, burst in...

My mother and Trenarrow.

Oh, there's an eye-opener!

My mother and the good doctor,

going at it
like there's no tomorrow.

That's where I hid.

Watched my mother running
through the garden, looking for me.

If I was dying, and you were scared
and you needed comfort...

I still wouldn't do that.
You don't know what you'd do.
No-one knows how they'll react.

If she loved him, why didn't she
marry him years ago? I didn't
stop her. Of course you did!

The way you obviously feel
about him, it would mean losing you.

What's this?

Heroin!

Did you bring my case up?
It's in the car.

There are papers I need to see.
Oh, not tonight!

Relax.
I've got the accountants' meeting
first thing on Monday...

..and there's the board meeting.

Babe, you should have stuck
to the plan and stayed in Dublin.

Why did you...?

Why did you change your mind?

To be with you.

Excuse me, is that the right,
er...? I'm not a guest.

Oh. I'm below stairs.

Right.

My dad's the estate manager here.
It's just through there.

Thanks.

They won't bite!

Got their gobs too crammed full
of silver spoons to bite anything.

Come with me. I'll take you in.

Blimey!

So, is this all yours?

No, it's my brother's.

Well, I think that's everybody. I'm
hopeless with names. You get good
at them in the police. Oh, I bet!

Oh. Oh, thank you.

So, tell me - my son,
what's he like to work with?

Impossible? Oh, no, not at all.

I know nothing about his work.
He tells me nothing.
Helen says he's very good. Is he?

Yeah. The best I've ever worked
with. Really? Yeah. No question.

Mum. Peter!

Darling! Oh... Hello, lovely.

This is my girlfriend, Sasha.
Hello, Sasha. Hiya.

Come on, darling, you'll love it.

Oscar Wilde...

Peter.

Lovely to see you again, Peter.
How's your life going? How are you?

Well, someone is. Someone's cutting
and bagging heroin in there.

Oh, so it must be me! Sorry,
I'm spoiled for choice here(!)

Is it? I've only just
walked through the door!

Are you using again?
You never stop, do you? Sergeant
Plod, right down to the stuffy soul.

We must leave! It starts in half
an hour. Come along! Who's coming?

To what, Mum?
Oscar Wilde, darling. Village Hall.

I think we'll give that a miss.
Sash...

Come on. It's going to start
in half an hour...

Um... Mmm, actually,
I've got a bit of a headache.

I'm off home now, Lady A. Right,
John. We'll see you in the morning.

Mark!

Mark!

You can drive your sister's van.

I'm just having a drink.

Home.

I'm just going to get my camera.
Don't go without me.

That's all that can be said
about land!

I have a country house with land
attached to it - about 1,500 acres -

but I don't depend on that
for my real income.

In fact, as far as I can make out,
the poachers are the only people
who make anything out of it.

A country house! How many bedrooms?
That can be cleared up afterwards.

You have a town house, I hope?
A girl with a simple,
unspoiled nature like Gwendolen

could hardly be expected to reside
in the country.

I have a house in Belgrave Square,
but it's let to Lady Bloxham.

Lady Bloxham! I don't know her.

Have you never had a brother of any
kind? Never. Not even of any kind.

I am afraid it is quite clear,
Cecily, that neither of us
is engaged to be married to anyone.

It's not a very pleasant position
for a young girl to find herself in.

Let us go into the house. They will
hardly venture to come after us.
No, men are cowardly, aren't they?

This ghastly state of things is
what you call Bunburying, I suppose?

Yes, and a wonderful Bunbury
it is too.

Are you sure this is OK?
You can trust this guy, yeah?

Yeah. Totally.
So, where is he?

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

How you can calmly eat muffins
when we are in this horrible trouble
I can't make out.

You seem to me perfectly heartless.

There.

Hey! What's going on?
Where's the stuff?

With your brother here?

I'm not carrying gear on me
when he's around.

What are you talking about?
What are we supposed to do?
It's with a mate. Just pick it up.

Congratulations, Tommy. Thank you.

Give you a hand with them? I'm fine.

Your mother misses you, you know.

A couple of days at Christmas,
the odd phone call.

She's put a lot into this weekend.
Look... I don't expect you to like
me. I do expect you to act your age.

What happened happened. Get over it.

Do those two not get on?

Family business. Oh, right. Sorry.

Hello?

I told you not to come here.
What if someone saw you?

- You said no contact.
- Who the hell do you think you are?

- Listen to me.
- No, you listen!
You've ruined six months of...

- I'm sorry.
- Forget it!

You're out of the loop, Cambrey.
I won't let a runt destroy me.
Mick?

You got something for me, right?

Oh, hi, you're, um...

Sidney's...?

Yeah.

- Ran out of fags.
- You don't sell fags, do you?

I'll take some of these, then.

Yeah...

um...

Thank you.

Mark left something for me, yeah?

They don't seem to notice us
at all. Couldn't you cough?
But I haven't got a cough!

They're looking at us.
What effrontery!

They're approaching.
That's very forward of them.

Let's preserve a dignified silence.

Certainly.
It is the only thing to do now.

THEY WHISTLE

Did you get it?

Yeah. Let's go. Come on!

What's the matter? It's nothing.

Did you take the pills? Don't fuss.

Was it Tommy? No, it's not.

It's...

It's that boy I told you about.

He died yesterday.
I just feel terrible.
I...I could do nothing to help him.

I just couldn't help him.

Mr Worthing, there is some error!

There is the woman
who can tell you who you really are.

Lady Bracknell,
I hate to seem inquisitive, but
would you kindly inform me who I am?

Mick?

NANCY SCREAMS

Nancy, what is it?

Oh, God!

Is he dead? Yeah.

Hello. Put me through to... Where?

Newquay. Ask for DI Boscowan.
Yeah, Newquay.

Who? Ted Boscowan. ..Sidney!

I thought you'd want a record.

There's a mess at the back of his
head. Severe bruising to the jaw.

DS Havers, the Met.
Sidney, what did I just say?

What's this shop called? Just say
Cambrey's place. Cambrey's place.

In...Nanrunnel. What's happened?

Yeah, suspicious death. Good God!

Boscowan's on his way.
Sidney, will you get out of here?!

Take mother back to the house.
..It IS a murder scene. He's warm.

Come on, Sidney, we're in the way.
I'm going, I'm going!

Till's been emptied.
It looks like a robbery.

Any sign of the murder weapon?

Helen, will you take Nancy back
to the Lodge? Yeah. Come on, Nancy.
It WAS a robbery, wasn't it?

Don't bother to come in.
My father will be there.

I'll be OK now. You go.
We'll see you in safely.

Hello?

Mr Penellin?

Hello? ..Are you sure he's here?

I rang him.

He was here. All evening.

Dad?

Do you think she rang him?

A bit too keen
to establish an alibi, you mean?

Shocking business, Nancy.
I'm so sorry.

Is your father here?
No, he's, um...

This is DI Boscowan. Detective
Sergeant Havers, Helen Clyde.

Hello.
Good evening.

Couple of questions, Nancy.

Sit down.

I just need to know what time
you left the shop this evening.

About five? I don't remember.

Was Mick there when you left?

He'd just got back.

Do you know why
your father went round to see him?

To see Mick? When?
He can't have done.

Your neighbours saw him
go into the shop about nine.

- Dad didn't know Mick was back.
- There was a row. They had a fight.

No, no, that can't be right.

What's going on?

What's that idle waster done now?
Dad, he's...

John...look, I'm sorry,
but I'm going to have to ask you
to come to Newquay with me.

Into...? Now?

- If you wouldn't mind.
- Why?

I need to ask you some questions
in connection with the murder
of your son-in-law, Michael Cambrey.

- It's got nothing to do with him!
- Nancy! That's enough.

Fair enough.

Let's get it over with.

I'll be back in a bit, love.

What's going on?
What were the police doing here?

This is your fault.

Um, your sister's husband
was murdered a couple of hours ago.

You're joking! Hey, wait a minute,
why've they taken Dad in?

What's it got to do with Dad?

He's been with us for 40 years.
John Penellin would not hurt a fly.

He obviously wasn't keen
on his son-in-law.

Did you see how he shut Nancy up?
Yeah, what was that about?

Can I point out
that it's not actually your case?

Well, I...guess
we'll just have to cancel.

Why? I-I don't think that we can.
People are coming from all over.

If John Penellin had an argument
with his son-in-law, so what?
There are family rows all the time.

It could have been a local gang.
An off-season tourist shop?

Mick Cambrey disturbed him...
We don't have to worry about...

Or made it look like a robbery.
..Sorry, darling.

But why would anyone want to kill
Mick Cambrey?

Well, he was a bit of a lad,
and I know the marriage was rocky.

Look, um...

would anyone like a cup of tea?
Or perhaps a nightcap?

Sorry, darling, you were saying...?

Your mother asked you a question.

Look, I think I'm going
to call it a night.

Good night, Barbara. Night.

Sorry, um...wrong room.

Hi.

Of course,
if he WAS seeing other women,

it could have just been a fight
with a jealous husband.

Repeat after me, in triplicate,
"This..."

This is not my case. I know.

One more word

and I'll have to impose penalties.

Mmm, what kind of penalties?

John, where are you?
What time did they let you go?

What, in the shop? Good morning.

Good morning. I'll sort that out.

I've seen this in films,
but I didn't know it happened.

No, no, we're still going ahead
with the party.

Yeah, one sec. ..Havers!

Barbara, it's John Penellin.

Oh, how is he? He's fine.

Tell him to rest. We can manage.
John, Mother says to tell you...

Yeah...

Hopefully, we'll see you later on.
All the best.

Nancy needs to pick up something.
Coming? Why do YOU have to go?

John asked me.
I'll clear it with Boscowan.
We'll only be half an hour.

Mrs Cambrey will be along later.

Sir, um...

I don't know how to put this.

You do know, don't you,
that your brother is using heroin?

What makes you think that?

I saw him injecting. Last night.

Nancy, hi.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Yep.

Do you want anyone to come up
with you? No, I'll be fine.

He's been in and out of rehab
since he was 18.

I thought he'd finally kicked it.
Not from what I saw.

Silly boy's throwing
his life away...to spite ME.

To spite you?

It's complicated.
BANGING

Nancy, what're you doing? I need to
see how much debt he's left me in.

Debt? He never let me see anything.

He dealt with all the bills.
I wasn't allowed to...

£28,000?

In debt? No.

In credit.

I don't get it.
Where's all this money come from?

I've been working
myself into the grave with worry,

and he has 28 grand in his account!

Where was your husband yesterday?
Sorry?

You said that your dad didn't know
that Mick was back.

Back from where? That was a lie.
I rang Dad and told him.

Back from where, Nancy?
I-I don't know.

Why are you lying?
What are you covering up?

Do you think your dad killed Mick?

No!

God...

I really screwed up this time,
didn't I?

Hey, it's OK, come on.

You're not alone.

We all do things we wish we hadn't.

But the test is to...face up to it,

to learn from it.

We'll sort this out.

God, I wish you'd been...

You should have married Mum
years ago.

She wouldn't have me.
Too many ghosts from the past.

But even if she had, Peter,
would it have made a difference?

I mean, to be perfectly honest,
I was always there.

Perhaps we should think about
starting you on methadone again.

I was doing fine, I was OK, I didn't
touch it for six months, and then...

I don't know.

It all got too much.

Finals...

the whole Oxford thing, and...

Sasha, my girlfriend,
well, she said...

The truth is she just handles it
better than I do.

Sasha does heroin?
You know I hate the stuff.

I mean, it messes with my mind.
I hate what it makes me do. I...

What it makes you do?

Like...

last night.

Last night?

I got a bit needy for a hit
and, er...

Do you want to tell me about it?

So, this is where you are.

Messing about on boats -
clears the mind.

And look what I found.
Someone's been using it.

You should tell the police.
Oh, is it worth bothering them?

I should sell it, really.

Unless you and Tommy want it.

Look, Helen, I just wanted to say,
if you two decided you wanted
to take over Howenstow -

you know, come and live here -
I can move out as soon as you like.
We wouldn't dream of it. Look...

I'm just the caretaker here, and
I'd be glad to hand over the reins.

He's not comfortable here, is he?

I saw the relief in his eyes
last night.

A murder -

something he understands.

Good excuse to get out of my way.

He was positively chirpy this
morning. I'm sure he doesn't...

Yes, he does.

He still finds it hard
being in the same room with me.

Look after him.

These bathrooms are Neolithic.
These are yummy.
What are?

Nanrunnel chocolates.

I wasn't supposed to find them,
was I?

So, who DID you buy them for?

I hate these things.

You're the one that wanted a big do.
Only because you said... Tommy,

I don't care about engagement
parties. I don't give a toss
about wedding arrangements.

I just want to marry you.

Why don't we just get married
on a beach somewhere?

OK.

OK. But if we DO do that...

..you have to speak to your mother.

Look at you.

Look at YOU.

Leave him.

I'll have one of those.

How did finals go?
I don't know. I wasn't there.

Oh, come on,

you did all that stuff - rowing
blues, firsts - why should I waste
my time repeating your triumphs?

Don't be so silly! Yeah, well,
don't talk to me like I'm six.

Does Mother know
you've quit Oxford? Not yet.
Does she know you're using again?

Oh, here it comes -
the concerned brother lecture.

I AM concerned, actually. Yeah?

When did we last speak?
Was I shaving then?

OK, so I'm busy, but I am
on the end of a phone, you know.

If you're in trouble, Peter,
you can come to me. You know that.
Always.

And get the third degree? Great(!)

All right, one question.
Here we go.

The heroin you injected last night,
was that the same stuff I saw
at the mill?

What were you doing down the mill,
anyway? Reliving
your precious moment of angst?

Have you any idea
what this will do to Mother?

Like you care! If this place went
up in flames with me and Mum in it,
you'd be jumping up and down.

Maybe I haven't been
in the frame... No, you haven't!
So, piss off back to London, Tommy,

and leave me alone. Peter!

Sorry, Mum, we were just...
Go and get changed.

A policewoman? Yes.
With eyes like that?

You're joking!

Seriously,
I had you down as a TV presenter.

No, it's an article of faith.
All policewomen have thick ankles
and hairy arms.

You've ruined
one of my favourite prejudices.

For goodness sake, stop sulking.

You invited the good doctor
of Nanrunnel to a family party!

He's a family friend!
It must have been difficult,
starting a business from scratch.

No, it was a struggling
chemical company before I bought it.

You two must vaguely be in the
same field. This is Dr Trenarrow.

- How do you do?
- Justin Brooke.

Praxis Pharmaceuticals.
Oh, really?
Medical research.

Interesting.

Oh, do you know it?

Of it.

So, you're just back from Chechnya?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

This is very drinkable.
Do you know what year it is?

Er, no, sorry.

Thank you.

But I'd really like to be a
conceptual artist. I've got a great
idea. I'm calling it "Wardrobe".

It's basically a very personal piece
about me.

Very bleak. Quite empty.

- Sid, you not hungry?
- No, it's delicious, but I'm full.

Too many Nanrunnel chocs.

Which - guess what -
my boyfriend bought.

God knows when.
For some other woman.

I know where he got them. He...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

It's fine.
There, you can't see anything.

Speech! Speeches later.

Ladies and gentlemen...

a toast to the happy couple.

To the lovely Helen, the face that
launched a thousand... Sit down.

Et cetera, et cetera.
And to my esteemed elder brother -

Eton, Oxford,
currently wowing them at the Met.

My thoroughly upright,
not to say uptight, brother...

That's enough, Peter. ..who walked
out on us when I was knee-high to...

What would I be knee-high to
when I was seven?

Anyway, my point is that
my father had just died and I was
a very sad little boy. Very sad.

And my brother here... Who cares?

He didn't. And there was always
the chequebook. To my brother...

the selfish, self-obsessed,
sanctimonious... Thank you, Peter.

Thank you.

Yes, good idea.
Shall we all raise our glasses?

To Tommy and Helen.
ALL: Tommy and Helen.

To a long, happy
and wonderful marriage.

ALL: Hear, hear! Tommy and Helen!

Thank you, Roderick(!)
You should be grateful to him.

Do you think I could manage
this place without his support?

God forbid you should
give up your career to do it(!)

Would you...?

Would you excuse me?

Of course.

What's happening? It's all right,
Tommy. It doesn't matter.

Are you arresting him? We got
the lab results - prints, fibres,
skin samples. It's conclusive.

I don't care what the evidence is,
he didn't do it. I'll be happy to
prove that. Let me get on with it.

Ah, there you are!

Everybody's looking for you.

Those chocolates...

Yes, I knew you'd pick up on that.

They're probably all packed
for the tourist trade, you know.
Probably all made in Birmingham.

And the only place you can get
Nanrunnel chocolates is Nanrunnel.

I can be even more specific
than that. The gift shop.

The question is when? Last night.

I ran out of fags,
so I went down to the village
and found this little shop.

Was Cambrey there? Yes, but...

Alone?

But...he didn't sell fags,
so I felt obliged to buy something.

Look, help me out here.
What time exactly?

Nine-ish? Did you see John Penellin?

Look...

I should have told the police this,
but the reason I didn't...
You saw him?

No, he'd already gone.
How do you know? Mick Cambrey
told me he'd just thrown him out.

I'm going to ring Boscowan. No, no.

Don't. Hang on.

Oh. Sorry.

No, no. Come in. Close the door.

Go on.

The reason I didn't say anything...

I wasn't the only one there.

Who else?

Peter.

Peter?

He came in to pick something up.
From the state of him,
I'd say it was smack.

He said someone
had left something there for him.

And then what happened?
I don't know.

I went to the pub.

My point is,

the reason why I didn't want to say
anything until tonight was over,

was that after I left, Peter...

..was still there,

in the shop.

Has Tommy been through here?

Not that I noticed.

I want to apologise
about what happened in there.

I made a fool of myself.
If I said anything offensive...

Don't worry about it.
I know what you want.

That'll make it a whole lot better.

You have to tell Boscowan.
I can't.

You have to. You know what
you're asking me to do? Yes, sir.

Clear an innocent man who's your
friend. And put my brother in the
frame for murder at the same time?

Then let me do it.

I'll talk to Boscowan. No!

Give me time, Havers. Let me think.

HE KNOCKS SOFTLY
Peter?

Peter?

Peter!

Oh, my God.

It's Justin, isn't it?

Stay there, Sidney! Stay there.

Looks like he missed his footing
in the dark and fell. An accident?

Sir.
Excuse me.

Do you think it was an accident?
Not my case. Do you?

If Peter knew Brooke was
the one person who could link him
to Cambrey's murder...

So Peter killed Cambrey and Brooke?
The evidence is pointing that way.
He could have panicked and ran.

If I'd been around when Peter
was younger, he wouldn't have
got into drugs. That's rubbish.

What the hell do you know about it?
You know nothing about us.

I'm sorry. I am sorry.

Have you spoken to Boscowan yet?

Well, do it now,
because if you don't...I will.

Give me till midday, OK?
Why should I?

I want to be certain
that he's guilty before I shop him.
At least let me find him.

We've searched the grounds.
No sign of either of them.

He really might have OD'd.

Have they got a car? No.
No, they came by train. Well,

then they must have got a taxi...
or hitched. What about the boat?

He can't have. He wouldn't be
that stupid. It's not here.

Helen, he can't sail!
He's a useless sailor. OK, OK!

Sasha seems even worse. Your mother
said someone's been using the boat.

So? Suppose Peter's on the boat,
but someone else is sailing it. Sir!
Come here and have a look at this.

It's Mark Penellin's.

Helen, can you call the coastguard,
see if they can spot the boat?
Havers, come with me.

Someone to see you, John.

Where do I begin? How much do
you know? Your son's running drugs.

I begged him to stop it. I pleaded
with him. Was Peter involved?

Tommy, I hope not. I pray not.

So...Mark takes my mother's boat...

Where?

The Scillies?
Picks up a kilo of heroin,
cuts it and bags it at the mill?

Where does Mick Cambrey come in?
I don't know.

Because he does, doesn't he?
And you're prepared to stand trial
for his murder? If I have to.

No, you didn't do it! Cambrey
was alive when you left the shop.

The two-timing, flash
waste of space! I hit him.

And I'm not apologising for it.
But you didn't kill him.

I could have done. Easily.
But you didn't! He threw you out.

Oh, John, this is crazy! You could
end up serving a life sentence.

Better than seeing my son banged up.
Which is what he deserves!

Don't be so damned stubborn!
Tell Boscowan the truth.

You tell him.

Don't ask me to inform on my son.

I won't do it, Tommy.

So, you're not taking your
own advice, then? What advice?

You're bullying Mr Penellin to
shop his son, but you still haven't
told Boscowan about your brother.

So, it's different for you?
Yes, it's different for me...!

PHONE RINGS
Yes?

Where? Thank you.

Coastguard. They've seen the boat.

There.

Where's Peter? How should I know?
Is he on the boat? No.

I'm not your brother's keeper. You
arrogant... Though I'd have made
a better job of it. Say that again!

Sir!

I could have you for assault.
I'll take that. No.

You can hand it over to us, or wait
for the Drug Squad. They're coming.

Don't you just hate people like him?

Everything served up on a plate.

And us, nothing. Was Mick Cambrey in
this? Is that where he got money?

What's this?
A little errand I do for a friend.

In my mother's boat? Is this
a heroin derivative? I just
pick up the case and deliver it.

To whom? No-one you'd know.

Give me a name.

SIREN
You want a name?

Tina.

PHONE RINGS
Tina what? Find out yourself.

Hello? ..Peter! Where are you?

Tommy...

something terrible's happened.

What...? Stay where you are, sir.

I can't...

Trenarrow here.

Yes, he's with me.

See how the hands are clenched?
Strychnine!

Though I believe she thought
she was injecting heroin.

The stuff she was using was
adulterated with strychnine? Yes.

You're saying she was murdered? I'm
absolutely certain she was murdered.

Where's Peter?

Has anyone called the police?
One of the nurses called them.

He came here? To YOU? If I'd known
you were so concerned...

Why here?

He always comes to me.

He always has...
whenever he's in trouble.

Peter...

It's OK. It's OK.

We'll sort it out.

I need to know some facts.

Your friend, Sasha -

where did she get the heroin from?

I gave it to her.

YOU did? I didn't want it.

I put him on methadone again. You're
gonna kick it this time, aren't you?

But Sash...

wasn't ready for it yet,
so I gave the heroin to her.

Who gave it to YOU?

Justin Brooke gave it to me.

Brooke?!

Did anyone see him give it to you?

No.

Do you keep strychnine on the
premises? Strictly under lock and
key. He couldn't've had access...

I didn't take anything!
I didn't kill her!

I loved her.

And what about Mick Cambrey?

Mick?

Was Mick involved
in the drug-smuggling business?

What drug-smuggling business?

Peter...

..did you kill Mick? What?
You think I killed him?

This is absurd!
Peter couldn't kill anyone!

Just tell your brother
what happened.

I went to get some skag
which Mark left for me.
I'd already given him the money,

but Cambrey wanted more, so...

it got a bit nasty. But I swear,
Tommy, he was fine when I left him.
He was fine!

I'll do everything I can.

I didn't kill anyone.

Please, don't let them arrest me.
I didn't do anything.

Peter Lynley? I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder
of Sasha Nifford.

Peter, I'm sorry.

You've got to go with them.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you
do not mention, when questioned,

something which you later rely on
in court. Anything you do say
will be used in evidence.

Murder? They haven't charged him
yet... He didn't do it, did he?

I don't know if we can prove it.

You will.

It's not just Sasha.

He's also in the frame for killing
Mick Cambrey. Why on earth...? It
was a drug thing - they had a row.

How could you let him
get into this state?

How could I? Do you think
I haven't tried every last thing
to get him off heroin?!

Didn't you notice
what was happening? Where were you?

Right here. Where were YOU?
And you know what?

I'm sick of you blaming me for
everything! I'm quite capable of
blaming myself! All I'm saying...

I cannot be perfect. No-one's
asking you to be perfect. That's
what you want - the perfect mother!

No faults, no weaknesses,
no life of my own. Well, I'm sorry,
I can't do it! I am human!

Oh, OK, fine! Off you go!

Spoiled little boy stamping off
in tears. You cheated on Dad.

I loved your father
till the day he died,
but I needed comfort and support

and I still do,
and Roddy gives me that.

Darling,

if I could change the past for you,
I would.

But I can't!

I've been very childish, haven't I?
I have, haven't I?

Helen thinks that I've stopped you
from marrying him. Is that true?
Have I done that? No.

Next time he asks, just say yes.

Can I talk to you for a minute,
please?

I'm just off...
to see Justin's parents.

Oh...

..can you give this to Tommy?

Sure.

I just wanted to ask
if Justin had ever met Peter?

Before this weekend? No.

Because...

I don't think it was an accident.

Sorry? I don't think
he did just miss his footing.
I think he killed himself. Why?

His company was going under and
he had this tough meeting on Monday
and he was going to lose everything.

He couldn't face it.
And the one thing he was counting on
to save him - this anti-cancer drug.

The big breakthrough. It was going
to make Praxis Pharmaceuticals a
major player and NIC banned it. Why?

Side effects.

A 5% chance of liver damage.

But, God...

if you're dying of cancer, that's
an acceptable risk, don't you think?

Um...this drug, what's it called?

Oncozyme.

That case of ampoules
we found on Mark Penellin...

It has some kind of connection
with this...? Oncozyme.

We need to get back to
the beginning, Havers. Where is the
beginning? Cambrey. He's the key.

Sir, look at this.

Here...and again, there.

Why do you need to see these again?

Where's all this money coming from,
Nancy? I told you, I don't know.

Did you know that your husband
was paying over 1,000 a month...
He didn't earn 1,000 a month.

..to a property company in Newquay?

Ring them.

Nancy... I'm ringing about a client
of yours, Mr Michael Cambrey. Did
you know Mark was running drugs?

Yes.
Was your husband involved in that?

No.

Who killed him? I don't know.
That's your standard answer
for everything.

You don't seem to know anything.

Right, I've got an address.

The rent was paid
by Michael Cambrey, but the tenant
was a Miss Tina Cogan.

Oh, God!

She's in and out. Some kind
of sales person, I believe.

But there is a young man that
comes to see her a lot. Thank you.

So this is Cambrey's love nest.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

No, there's nobody in the office
at the moment. I'll take your name
and someone will get back to you.

Thank you.

You change your name to Tracy,
you could do that for a living.

A Mr Perriam. He ordered something
called "Hope" on the internet.
Hope? It hasn't been delivered.

There's a list of names here.
A client list?

Yeah. Perriam, Perriam...

Here we are - Perriam.

I'm gonna ring some of these names.
All right. I'll check upstairs.

I'm conducting
a customer satisfaction survey.

Have you bought anything recently
on the internet?

Thank you very much. Thank you.

She's a tall girl!

I was wondering if you've
had any dealings recently
with a company called Finding Hope?

In strictest confidence...

Can I ask what it was
that you bought from the company?

Thank you for your help. Thank you.

All cancer patients...
or carers of cancer patients.

And all have recently
bought a drug from a company
called "Finding Hope".

The interesting thing is
they're all getting better.
Look what I found.

All paths lead to Oncozyme.

So Mark Penellin brings it in

from wherever...

and Tina sells it.

But how does that tie in
with Mick Cambrey?

Can I just show you these?

Shoes?

Yeah, but, well...

I guess a size ten.

They won't let me see him yet.
I know. He can't have done it,
can he? No, of course not.

Tommy thinks they might not be able
to prove it. Everything will be all
right, I promise. How do you know?

Because...

..Peter couldn't harm anyone.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't stay.

What?

I was just thinking
how much I loved you.

This case...

Have you ever seen one like it
before? No.

Who is Tina, Nancy?

You know, don't you?

They told him he couldn't start
the hormone treatment until he'd
lived as a woman for six months.

I mean, if he wanted to wear dresses
in private, that was his problem.
But openly?

In Nanrunnel?

So you said no?
Everybody laughing at us!

My husband mincing about
in skirts and high heels!
Over my dead body, I said.

I said to him, "God made you a man,
Mick! End of story!"

You had no idea about the place
in Newquay? I didn't even know
he could afford the rent!

What about the money in the bank?
I honestly don't know
where it came from.

It was for the operation, I guess.

I did everything I could think of
to stop it.

I loved him...

so much!

I didn't want him to be Tina!
I wanted Mick!

He's all I've ever wanted!

Imagine it. Loving someone,
and then, they turn around
and want to be someone else.

So, Mark Penellin delivers
the Oncozyme to Tina Cogan...
AKA Mick Cambrey.

..who sells it to cancer patients
on the internet. Sick - making
money out of people's suffering.

Everyone I spoke to
was getting better.
Oh, Sidney gave me this for you.

It's probably photographs from the
shop. Should we just check through
what happened that night?

OK. Who went in there first?
John Penellin.

So he did. So he goes in,
has a fight with his son-in-law.
It gets physical...

And Mick throws him out. Then,
Peter went in to get his heroin.

No, Brooke went in before that.

Why? What was Brooke doing there?

Buying cigarettes, he said.

How much did Brooke know?

Maybe he discovered
that Cambrey was selling Oncozyme
on the internet.

And making himself a massive
profit. Would that be enough
to kill him? Maybe. But when?

Brooke left before the murder.
Peter saw him. Maybe he waited till
Peter left and then, went back in.

It still doesn't answer
the question - who killed Brooke?
Sir...

look at this...

Tommy...

I've been expecting you. I need you
to clear something up for me.

Oh, yes. How careless of me.

My angina pills.

Here they are.

And here,
I've put them back in my pocket...

before anyone could notice.

I must have dropped them
when I killed him.

I'm sorry? I would do anything to
save my patients, Tommy. Anything.

This is all about Oncozyme,
isn't it?

Yes, this has everything
to do with Oncozyme.
Do you know what Oncozyme is?

It's an exceptionally potent drug.

The benefits are immediate.
The chance of remission
increases exponentially.

And you're testing it here...
illegally? Yes.

It is an unlicensed drug!
I don't care if it has a licence
or not. It saves people's lives.

Brooke was convinced
that my results here
would get further trials authorised,

so he saved his company,

while I saved my patients.

And Mick Cambrey -

Tina - was your go-between.
He delivered it to you. Yes.

Things went very well to begin with.
People got better.

And then suddenly,

my patients started dying again.

I couldn't understand why.

So I had my current batch analysed.
And?

Saline solution.

I have been injecting my patients
with...

salt water.

Cambrey had been selling Oncozyme
on the internet
to terminally ill people

for vast amounts of money.

Oh, God.

He was a disgusting human being.

Even so, I...

I didn't mean to kill him.

You killed...

You're saying this to get Peter
off the hook, aren't you?
I know you love him.

You don't have to do this. When
I went to see him, I wanted to tell
him that I knew what he was doing.

I'd lost a patient that afternoon,
a young boy - liver cancer.

He just laughed.

"So what?" he said,
"They're all going to die anyway!"

He laughed...

and kept on laughing, so I hit him.
I wanted to wipe that look
off his face.

I kept on hitting him until...

he stopped moving.

And then, you made it look
like a robbery.

Yes.

And Brooke?

No.
Brooke lost his footing and fell.

No, he didn't, Tommy.

I pushed him.

I had to, you see, because
Brooke was concerned that Peter
had heard too much in the shop.

Said he was bound to talk.
And of course, it would ruin him.

Well, I couldn't let him hurt Peter.

So I killed him.

The irony is that...

I was too late anyway. Because...

Brooke had already given
the spiked heroin to Peter. Yes.

And Peter passed it on to Sasha.

Precisely.

Well...

I'm not really very good at this,
am I?

I suppose I should be rather worried
if I was. I've written it all down.

So...

I suppose you have to arrest me now.

I'm afraid so.

Well, you must be
rather enjoying this, Tommy.

No.

After all this time, my downfall.

If Oncozyme had been available

when my father was alive...

.. would you have given it to HIM?
Oh, yes, yes. Most certainly.

I do hope you believe that, Tommy.

I do. I do.

Thank you.

My mother...! Yes...

This is going to be...

very hard for her.

Could you just give me a few moments
to finish things here?

Yes, of course.
Sir...I don't think...

A few moments, that's all I need.

We'll wait outside.

Are you all right, sir?

I'm fine. Fine.

What am I going to do, Havers?

You have to ring Boscowan.

I know.

I mean, everything he's done,
he's done for the right reasons -

to save his patients,
to save Peter. He loves...
And this puts Peter in the clear.

You know what, Havers, I've spent
half my life hating that man...

And now...

I'll ring Boscowan.

DI Boscowan, please.

Sir...

Strychnine...

How do I do it, Havers?

How do I tell my mother?

No...!

Subtitles by Suzanne Macdonald
and Carla Rossi BBC Broadcast - 2003