All language subtitles for 01. Limbo

Christ, the damages
only return investors

to where they'd be
if you hadn't made the assurances,

not if they'd been true. Give an
inch on that and we truly are dead.

Julia! Think you've had enough?

If a man can't have a drink
on his son's birthday...

Anyway, Justin should be in bed.
Tell your mother.

Hello, Thomas.

It's Tommy. No-one calls me Thomas.

Leaving us so soon,
Sergeant McCaffrey?

Who else is going to
keep Wimborne safe?

Daddy says Justin should go to bed.
Darling, would you be an angel?

Hold that for me, Tommy.

Oh, sure. How do I turn this off?

Say goodnight to your godson.

Good night, Justin, sleep well.
Have you had a good birthday?

- Night, darling.
- Night-night, Mummy.

We shall stay on and
party on in your honour.

..Thank you. Come on.

Justin?

Justin?

Justin!

Justin?

Justin!

Justin!

Has anyone seen Justin?

- Darling?
- He's not in his bed, he's gone.

Justin!

Where are you? Justin!

Yeah?

It's Justin.

They've found him.

Hey.

Hello. What are you doing here?

I heard that you'd stopped your
sessions with the police therapist.

She asked me to draw my grief. Hah.

I don't mind you not
getting back to me

or I don't
know when you're coming back,

but I want to know that
you're taking to someone.

I'm doing OK, really.
There's no-one, is there?

Look, it's a fine line between
concerned friend and intrusive pest.

Yeah, are there's a finer one
between drowning your sorrows

and drinking yourself to death.
God!

Where are you going?
None of your business.

Your breath stinks.
I'll buy some mints.

Yeah, that'll fix it(!)

Excuse me. No, excuse me.

Are you sure the booze
is out of your system?

Why don't you arrest me
and find out?

Look, I didn't come here to...
Thank you very much.

- Bye, Mum.
- Bye, darling.

- What's going on, Dad?
- Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

It hasn't changed at all.

Sam.

Where's the body, Mike? Vivienne.

If it's Justin, I'll know.

Let's hear what Mike has to say.

Well, our forensics say
the skeleton's the right size

and it does have a breakage here.

Lots of children break their arms.

Yes, yes, I know they do,
so we're going to have to take
a DNA test from you to be sure.

Why don't you use Justin's own DNA?

His hairbrush, his teddies
are all still at the house.

OK. I can't wait that long.

No, Vivienne...

Let me be your eyes.

And then if you still
want to see, fine.

Who found him? Some kids.

When the river burst its banks,

the water forced its way up
through an old drain.

He'd been stuffed inside,
covered with bricks and earth.

Cause of death is probably
this blow to the head.

You'd need a forensic pathologist
for this, wouldn't you? Mmm.

What? Nothing, just good to see you.

Thanks for the card, by the way.

Sorry I haven't replied.

Don't be stupid.

Are you coping?

OK, all things considered.

But you miss her?

What do you think?

My wife died the day
after Conrad was born.

Sir.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

HE IMITATES AN AEROPLANE

..if you hadn't made the assurances!

Night-night, my darling.

Night-night, Mummy. We're going to
party on in your honour.

I've tried mutual friends,
searched all my old address books...

Thanks anyway, Conrad. I hope
we didn't drag you out of court.

You didn't have to
come down, you know?

Yes, I did, Dad.

Inspector. Conrad.

You can call me Tommy now, you know?

You searched your old
address books for...?

They're not in contact with Julia.

Last anyone heard, she was
teaching primary school in Rome.

The embassy are on to it.

What's the news on your old prime
suspect, Sullivan? Terminal cancer.

If he killed Justin,
he's taking it to the grave.

Deathbed confession?
Shall we have a shot at that?

I'll see if I can find
which rock he's hiding under.

Dad...

Five's a crowd?

Vivienne?

What's all this about Julia?

She never came to terms
with Justin's disappearance.

But we had to - for Oliver.

And she holds that against you?

Shall we?

Never went to sleep without Jack.

Actually, erm...
This might be more help.

Thank you. OK.

it clears the mind like an acid bath.

Really?

Before we lost Justin,
life was wasted on me.

I was completely obsessed
with making money

because I'd married into so much.
I remember. And now?

Now, I'm a bum.
Bit of charity work, bit of property.

If the gutters need clearing out,
I'll do it myself.

And when Oliver wants help
with his homework,

it's a pleasure not a chore.

The embassy got hold of Julia.
She says she's not coming.

She's not coming home
for Justin's funeral.

Ciao, bambini! CHILDREN: Ciao!

Ciao! Ciao!

Julia? Tommy.

Ah, you remembered?

Did my parents send you?

No, I volunteered.

Well, if you want to know,
it's a relief.

That's not how your mum sees it.

Well, I'm not going to
break open the champagne.

I mean, she still had hope.

Vivienne never was
any good with bad news.

She's had to learn. It'd mean a lot
to them if you came back.

My brother's dead.

I don't need a ceremony
to mourn him.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

At least let me buy you

Buongiorno. Buongiorno.
Un cappuccino, per favore.

Due, grazie. Prego.

Forget about your parents.

Forget about the funeral.
Just think about Justin.

He's been waiting years for this.

Where was he? In an old drain.

And no-one looked before?

He was covered with bricks.

The river overflowed
and pushed his body up...

Sorry.

I asked.

You really do have to
say goodbye, you know?

You're talking from experience?

Yes.

Prego.

I need to pack.

Grazie.

Sam and Vivienne
said they hadn't seen you in ages.

Because I resented them moving on?
There's no truth in that? None. So?

Actually, I'd rather not.

I hope you didn't

No, not really.
I'm on compassionate leave.

My wife, erm...

What was her name?

Helen.

It's not so bad. I should be back
at work quite soon, I think.

Was it sudden?

Do you know, I'd...
You'd rather not?

Wait a sec.

You all right? Yes.

Move! Move!

Lost him. What's that?

It fell out of his pocket.

C'era qualcuno che ha preso...

Qualcosa dalla casa mia -
un inglese, alto.

Si, la camera la nove,
pero non so il nome.

Grazie.

There's an English man in room nine,
but he doesn't know his name.

Let's go and have a look.

Hello? Hello!

Let me have a go.

Where did you learn that?

A crime prevention course
in Battersea.

Don't ask.

Oh my God. What?

He's from home.

What did he want in my flat?

Chi siete? Che cosa fate qua dentro?

Immediatamente uscite!

La policia! Ma che cosa credete!

I'll get his fingerprints off this.
I'll run them when we get back.

You find Justin and someone
from home breaks into my apartment.

How can that be a coincidence?

We need to get you packed
and then we'll catch our plane.

I'm not sure I'm up to
the drive down tonight.

Well, I'm driving. No, I mean
seeing my parents - the whole deal.

OK, well, why don't we go
first thing in the morning?

Thanks.

Just moved in?
It's a friend's place, actually.

Through here.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Is this OK?

Great.

Erm...

Do you want to go and grab a drink?
Sure. I'll just let Sam know.

HE DIALS HIS PHONE

'Hello.' Sam, it's Tommy.

Yeah, I've got Julia with me.

We'll be down tomorrow by noon.

'That's great news, Tommy.
Thank you.'

How did the call to Dad go?

Oh, fine.

I said we'd be down by midday.

God, this place is sad.

I don't mean "naff", I mean sad.

Unfortunately, rather tragically, my
local has become a gastropub...

No, not this bar.

It's...

It's England. You're biased.

Probably.

In Rome, they all sing Don Giovanni
and read Dante. In Latin.

I don't think so!

Why did you settle there?

I don't know.

What was it that John Lennon said?

"Life is what happens when
you're making other plans."

That was Ringo Starr.
Ringo never said anything famous.

The thing about Rome is you can
be alone without being lonely.

What if you weren't alone?

"What if" are the deadliest
words in the English language.

The prognosis can't be that bleak.

I saw a lot of beautiful women
in Rome,

but you're not that hard
on the eye!

I have plenty of single male friends
if you're worried about my sex life.

I wasn't.
What happens when they fall for you?

Never let things get that far.

Poor single male friends.

I'm not waiting
to be swept off my feet.

Now that sounds like
famous last words.

Check out the ego on you!
No, I'm talking from experience.

Before Helen,
I would go to friends' weddings

and I would think,
"How lovely, how sweet.

"Thank God I'm waking up in
the morning by myself..."

or at least the morning after that.

She changed you
and then abandoned you?

What a bitch.

So, what do you say?

I say that's bloody annoying,
actually.

I say it's a sign.

A sign of what?
We need another bottle.

It was, erm...very kind of you
to come and get me.

More than kind.

If looks could kill.

I think it's because I missed
the last residents' meeting.

I hope you're ashamed of yourself.

I borrowed this.

Good.

Are you OK?

Fine.

But you feel like a traitor.

Um...that's mine.

It was just a shock for me.
No, I can't.

Give me a minute.

Sorry.

A particularly keen
single male friend.

I thought you didn't
let things get that far?

Exactly.

I didn't want you
to hear me being horrid.

Right, get up and put your hands
where we can see them!

What's going on?

Where's Julia?

No!

How did she take the news
about her brother?

Yeah, she said it was a relief.

And what about last night?

Did she seem upset then?

It was on her mind...

But nothing made you think
she was suicidal? No.

Did you have sex with her?

Come on, you don't have
to think about that.

Yes, I did.

Then I agree with you.

Which is problematic.

Door-to-door under way,
Detective Superintendent Tate.

I had no reason to harm her,

but someone else might have done.

Tell me.
Justin's killer was never caught.

Ancient history.

Yesterday,
if that's recent enough for you,

Julia had an intruder
in her apartment in Rome. Great.

Will the Italian
police corroborate this?

Thomas Lynley, I am arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Julia Oborne.

at this time?

Just let me speak to him.
After I've interviewed him.
Five minutes?

What's the urgency?

You know bloody well
he didn't kill her!

Sorry, Ma'am.

I would reserve judgment
if I were you,

see how the interview goes.

I'm just concerned for his welfare.

And I'm concerned for the young woman
I just scraped off the pavement.

Look, he's my partner

and six months ago his wife
was shot dead in front of him.

I just want to do right by him...
Ma'am.

If he cries on your shoulder...

It's admissible, I know.

Don't make me regret this.

Havers.

Are you OK?

Who called you?

Are you OK? You mean, "Did I do it"?

No, I mean, are you bloody OK?

God, I've been asking you that
for the last six months!

I need your help.

OK.

Somebody broke into
Julia's apartment.

I need you to check for fingerprints
on that. This is evidence!

Tate isn't remotely interested
in it. No, I can't! Barbara, please!

Don't say another word, Tommy.
Conrad. Dad called me.

I don't need a lawyer.
Are you under caution?

Yes. You need a lawyer. He's right.

My client really doesn't
need your advice.

Conrad, this isn't the arresting
officer. This is my friend,
DS Havers.

Sorry.

OK.

What the hell happened, Tommy?

How's he doing? Not good.

He wants this checked
for prints and DNA -

after hours,
but right now, if you get me.

Why aren't we sharing this
with Tate?

Cos for her, there's only one
suspect and she's talking to him.

Cheers, Stu.

Julia got a call on her mobile

at around...2am.

Ex-boyfriend from Rome.

Unlikely.

It was from a pay-phone
opposite your apartment.

What's more likely is you made
the call to introduce a third party,

but we're jumping ahead...
To unsubstantiated conclusions.

So, you were bringing Miss Oborne
home as a favour to her parents?

Yes. And that included having
sexual intercourse with her?

Julia Oborne
was a 29-year-old adult.

Are you making a point
or just a cheap shot?

Three bottles of red.
There a reason you drank so much?

Nothing specific.

I think, in different ways,
we just wanted to forget.

In your case, the loss of your wife?
Don't answer that, Tommy.

Your wife was shot dead,
right in front of you, wasn't she?

You know she was.

I hope the Met are providing
counselling for PTS?

They were. They did. What happened?

I wasn't getting anything from it.

Perhaps you were still too angry?
Perhaps.

Did you get angry
with Miss Oborne?

You've asked that 20 different ways.

My client has
already stated his innocence.

Was it the first time
you'd had sex since your wife?

Detective Superintendent, your
desperation is becoming offensive.

Yes. Yes, it was.

You waited a long time then?

As a policeman, I'm sure you know
it's hard to tell the difference,

forensically, between consensual sex
and other kinds.

This is a fishing trip.

You have no motive
and my guess is, no forensics,

so I insist you
release my client immediately.

Oh, well,

in that case...

Is this personal? Cos he's an earl?

Just the opposite.
I'm treating him like anyone else.

Vedder.

A resident saw them getting
intimate in the corridor.

Doesn't mean she wanted
to go all the way.

No, but she initiated things.
What about the PM?

They're not done, but no defence
wounds, no signs of struggle.

Not after falling five stories.

There's needle scarring on her arms.

Looks like an ex-user.

Maybe she DID top herself.

(Thank you, DC Vedder.)

Would you like to share your news
with us? No, I would not.

So it was nothing suggesting Miss
Oborne was pushed from the window?

Forensics is not complete.

My client had no reason
to hurt this woman,

but she had every reason
to hurt herself.

As a friend of the victims,

I know that in her 20s,

she was frequently
treated for heroin abuse.

What a friend you are.

Julia was
a tragically unstable person

and while her suicide is a shock,
it is not a surprise.

Charge my client or release him.

To think your dad's a copper.

Charge my client...

..or release him.

Until our investigations
are complete,

I must request...
that you remain in London.

Fine.

Sam. You were supposed to bring her
home, not get her drunk and bed her.

That's not what happened.

You tell her her brother's dead
then put your arms round her.

Shame on you! Sam, we need to talk.

Sorry, bad time. I've got to
identify my daughter's body.

Vivienne.

I am so, so sorry.

I want you to request a second
postmortem, whatever the findings
of the first.

Why? I want to bring
in Stewart Lafferty...

But what do you expect him to find?

I don't know. I just want to know
we've turned over every stone.

How could it happen twice, Tommy?

How could it happen twice?

Mr Oborne, Superintendent Tate.

Mrs Oborne? Please.

Great. You're barely out the door

and you're helping Tate
build a case against you.

Julia wasn't suicidal. And if
Lafferty proves that, what next?

I'm not frightened of the truth.
Tate charges you.

We find a new suspect. You know
what happens to coppers inside.

A real suspect.
What if we don't find one?

We've already got one.
We just don't know his name.

Lafferty'll call when he knows
anything about the pill box?
I told him it wasn't urgent.

Don't you think you should
take a breath?

Not if I'm going
to find out what happened.
That's Tate's job. Let her do it.

I owe this to Sam and Vivienne.

At worst...

Yeah? At worst?

They'll think
you exploited her grief.

Is that what you think?

I don't think
it was your finest hour.

Where are you going?

The gents.

Lafferty? 'We've got a match.'

Hey, Lafferty.

How are you, Tommy?

Fine.

We're sure it's Sullivan's prints?
16 points of ridge bifurcation.

Expected a more salubrious
address though. Why?

Bropidox is a targeted therapy.

Unlike chemo drugs, it just fixes
what's broke - but at a price.

So not on the NHS?
Not even for sale in the UK.

Mail order only from the States.
A year's course is 20 grand.

The Obornes have requested a
second PM and I suggested you do it.

You mean you've told
them to request one. Why?

Because I think Julia was murdered
and I want you to prove it.

Be careful what you wish for.
Don't waste your breath.

Here we go. Sullivan!

Sullivan!

The lock looks pretty flimsy.
Yeah, so does our warrant.

I'll try and find
a building manager.

Or maybe not.

Someone's been a busy boy.

Passwords? Entry codes?

You said he was a programmer,

maybe he's been trying
to hack into something.

I'll try that other room.

Sir. Yep.

Same two words keep cropping up.

Rich Maitland.

So, what, he's hacking in
to steal cancer drugs?

Not quite. Listen.

"Dear Mr Sullivan,
I could never overstate
your contribution to my IT unit.

"I assure you I did not anonymously
furnish you with an account
at Rich Maitland Pharmaceuticals."

"Wishing you a speedy recovery."
So he has a mystery benefactor.

Not too keen on the mystery
part of it.

If Lafferty's right, this is
thousands of pounds worth of drugs.

Sullivan. Careful.

Is this supposed to mean something?
It means Julia Oborne saved my life.

Now, why would she want
to do a thing like that?

DS Tate, the Obornes
have requested that I carry out
a second postmortem.

Off the record, the PM found
no restraining injuries,

nothing suggesting foul play.

Really? Then again,
she did fall five stories,

so who knows what that covered up?

What about a cause of death?

I still have to fulfil
the Obornes' request.

What's Lynley playing at?

Why does he, of all people,
want a second PM? Lynley?

Please.

You really think I don't know you've

You think I'm fooled by this "Parents
want a second postmortem" crap?

I really don't know
what you're talking about.

I do know that the Obornes have
a legal right to a second... Fine.

But whatever you turn up,
it's full disclosure - understood?

Absolutely. Full disclosure.

She threw herself off a building?

No, she was found dead
at the bottom of one.

Make sense if she did throw
herself off. How's that?

Same reason she gave me 20 grand's
worth of cancer treatments. Guilt.

Guilt about what?

I hope the bitch remembered
me in her will. Sir!

Guilt about what?

Her brother.

She knew I was innocent
and that delivery note proves it.

It was left in
with the last consignment.

A billing address, but no name.

So that's why you were

trying to break into the drug
company's customer records?

Think logically.

When the pills run out,

I go back to pissing blood
and watching my skin fall off.

Why would I want to kill the very
person saving me from that fate?

When did you get back?

11:30 this morning.
Want to see my boarding pass?

If Sullivan's innocent, what was
he doing at Julia's apartment?

He wanted to find out
who his benefactor was.

There must be an explanation. Sam?

Where would Julia get
that kind of money?

Teaching primary school?

She inherited something
when her grandfather died.

In the fall-out from Justin,
Sullivan lost his job,

beaten up repeatedly, nearly died
when someone burned down his home.

In that context...
And he did get away with murder.

In that context, Julia's generosity
feels like...compensation.

That's a leap.

I know.

At the very least, it could
shed some light on her suicide.

You said you didn't
think it was suicide?

I didn't.

And now you're off the hook,
you're having second thoughts? No.

Perhaps your head's clearing.

How much did you have to drink
again? How much did she have?

�20,000 worth of cancer drugs are
what's giving me second thoughts.

And if Julia killed herself,

it...it wasn't
because she'd drunk too much.

We have to consider the possibility
that Julia took Justin.

What?

Where was she the night that Justin
went missing? In her studio.

Any witnesses to that? Yes.

Me.

Witnesses?

Now Julia killed herself because
she murdered her own brother?

Christ, Tommy!

If you call that a theory, perhaps
you should never go back to work.

I thought that Sam would be
the scary one. Yeah, me too.

Do you get the feeling that Julia
helping Sullivan

wasn't the surprise to him
it was to her?

He's just lost his daughter.

I accused that daughter of murder
and he didn't say a word.

Mike. Lynley.

Oh, no - more than OK, thank you.

I'd like to get hold
of that video footage of Justin's
birthday party if possible.

I defended a guy last year
with a case hinged on CCTV.

Still have some enhancement
software on here. Beyond the call.

Think I know why Sam and Julia

absented themselves
from their own party.

Julia!

JULIA: Think you've had enough?

If a man can't have a drink
on his son's birthday...

Sam's getting hammered.
And Julia doesn't like it.

Exhibit number two.

This is Julia just after
putting Justin to bed.

I had to zoom in and clean it up,

but it was worth it.

Julia corners Dad
for a private chat.

What's he saying?

I think we can guess it's not "great
party". We can more than guess.

Temper, temper.

So Julia leaves and Dad follows.

She starts the fight.
He's going to finish it.

But what was the fight about?
Talk to Sam.

He never mentioned the row in '95.
He'll play it down now.

But there's someone else
who might know.

Conrad.

I had a fling with the Obornes'
ex-nanny, Christine Faraday.

She was sacked - accused of breaking
Justin's arm. Wrongly.

Christine loved that kid,
and for a few weeks, I loved her.

She didn't have a bad bone
in her body.

Christine must've been a suspect
in the abduction? She had an alibi.

Me and half the village pub. She was
in there drowning her sorrows

for missing Justin's party.
What light can she shed on this?

She got a call from Julia
that evening.

it didn't seem significant.

That could soundtrack
the argument we've just watched.

Excuse me, we've just left London.
What about Tate?

Tate can go and do the other thing.

What is it?

Detective Superintendent Tate.

I didn't hear you creep in there.

What are you seeing?

Nothing.
Nothing?

So far I'm with your
pathologist all the way.

Oh. I told you
a second PM was unnecessary.

I presume there were photos
taken at the crime scene?

I think, yeah, maybe someone
took some with their phone(!)

What does Lynley know
that I don't?

I'll see those photos now,
if that's OK.

Thanks.

As beautiful as ever.

Conrad.

Christine, I have some terrible news.

I'm so sorry.

Hello, Christine.

Mike.

Conrad.

We need to have a couple of words
if you don't mind.

The evening Justin went missing,

and you got a call from Julia.

Yes? So what did she say?

It wasn't fair that I'd
missed such a great party.

Nothing more pressing than that?
Come on.

That family
have been through enough.

You say they accused you
of breaking their child's arm!

Are you saying I lied?

If it was me, I'd want to set
the record straight.

Christine. Your loyalty is to
Julia and Justin, not their parents.

Julia told me she knew
who broke Justin's arm.

She knew because Justin
had told her himself.

Sam?

Justin had messed up some papers in
his study and Sam was drunk again.

That sounds like a flashpoint,
not the real cause.

Well, that's all she told me.

Can you turn that off, please?
Sorry.

Lafferty.
OK, the spleen is breached,

so I'm thinking post-mortem,
if only by a minute or so.

How did she die?

My best guess is asphyxiation.

'I've found what looks like

'a fragment of a rubber glove
between her teeth.'

I'm having it tested for DNA.

But the thing is,
if I sit on this,

I'm violating full disclosure
and if I don't...

'it's murder again
and you'll be arrested,'

so we're...

Yeah, OK, thanks. Cheers for that.

Heading out?

You should be a detective.

I can arrange transport.

I'm good. Thanks.

Sam's the one person
Julia would've covered for.

Always a daddy's girl.

Would he repay her by killing her?

If she was threatening
to tell Vivienne,

threatening their new life
in London with Oliver.

From here to London in the
middle of night is two hours?

Tops. So he could've got down
to your flat and been back by dawn.

We're not even thinking if he's
capable

of murdering his own
two children! Maybe just one.

Notice he didn't want his
DNA matched with Justin's?

There.

What do you reckon?

I'm glad we live in London.

Spoken like your father's son.

You said when we got here,
you'd tell me what's going on.

I'm going away on a long trip,

but I need to tell you
a bit of family history first.

Dad?

What's this long trip? Are you
trying to tell me something?

Lies really can kill you, Oliver.
They killed your brother and sister.

So you have to know the truth,
however much it hurts.

What are we doing here?
Why's Mum in London?

Am I talking to the walls?
Shut up and listen!

When I married your mother,

I decided that there was no way
I would turn into one of those

freeloading house-husbands
who get up at 11 to fix lunch.

No - I was going to earn my own pile,
thank you very much.

The day after the honeymoon,
I set up my own business,

Oborne Investments.

Good for you, Dad. No.

No, it wasn't.

It was a disaster,
it was the root of all this.

Hey, come here.

(Come here.)

It's all about...
self-knowledge, Oliver.

Knowing thyself.

Down the hatch.

Tommy?

Tommy, Sam's taken Oliver.

Dad! Dad! Oliver! Oliver!

He's going to kill himself!

Get him out of here. No!

Can't even shoot myself now.
There are worse things to be bad at.

Got to hand it to you, Tommy.
You saw it before I did.

The sweep, the symmetry.

The contours of tragedy.

Right now, I'm not seeing
the contours at all.

that Vivienne scoffed at.

Julia.

She did take Justin? But...

..I drove her to it.

Something terrible
must have happened.

If only she'd spoken to me.
She didn't have to kill herself.

Oh, Sam, slow down.
The darkness spread like a stain,

but it started with me.

Is that a poetic way of saying
it was you who broke Justin's arm?

It was an accident, but...

I'd had a skinful...

You never had any accidents like
that with Julia though, did you?

That's close enough.

Because Julia...

Unlike Justin,
Julia was your child, hey?

Hmm.

Gave myself away with the DNA sample,
right? Even that was my fault.

I was so angry when Vivienne
stopped funding me,
I just stayed up in London sulking.

Would you give the self-pity a rest?
You think that's what this is?

If you were going to shoot yourself,
you'd have done it by now.

People have always
underestimated me, Tommy.

Tommy.

It's not all your fault.

What are you talking about?

Julia didn't commit suicide because
she felt guilty about Justin.
She was murdered.

How? I'm not going to tell you
any more until you give me that gun.

You're bluffing.

Tommy.

It was about eight
when I found her in her studio.

She tried softly-softly, bless her.

"Daddy, I know you're only drinking
because business is bad..."

You've got to own up
to what you did to Justin.
Re-instate Christine.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

If you so much as clip his ear,

I swear you'll see
neither of us ever again.

You're drunk. Don't start.
And you resented every second
of Justin's party!

Please don't hurt him.

Hurt him?

I know it's the drink, Daddy.
I know it's not you.

You need help.

Even if he's not yours,
it's not his fault.

I'll never forget
the fear in her eyes.

and her mind was made up.

But I didn't kill her...

I swear.

What? How much sleep did you get
last night? Barely any, why?

Was Sam was with you? Of course,
why? Great. Go easy on him.

I think he's literally
"mad with grief". And I'm not?

Viv, you're stronger than he is.

I'm still going to kill him.
Of course.

And once you've done that...

..I think he needs you very much.

Mum!

You think Julia planned to leave
her brother with someone?

Someone nearby, who she trusted.
Someone Justin knew.

No, no.

Christine loved that kid,

and anyway, she was here with me
when he was found to be missing.

Look, surely whoever Julia met that
night is probably her killer? Agreed.

Well, then that can't be Christine.

Yeah, I mean,
how does a slim-built woman

get Julia out of the window
without waking you up?

Just wait a bloody minute.

We don't know that Julia
was murdered yet, do we?

Tommy?

I mean, it's not definite?
No, it's not.

Good...
cos that's my story if I'm asked.

I'm sticking to it.

Look, I've put you in a spot,
I know I have.

What exactly is your evidence
that Julia was murdered?

A glove fragment,

and other pathology inconsistent
with death from a fall.

Have you shared any of this with
Detective Superintendent Tate?

Not yet.

So as long as she thinks
it's suicide, you're in the clear?

I can't conduct an investigation
from inside a prison cell.

How long are you thinking
of holding out on her?

As long as it takes.

If you're worried about being
implicated...

I'm worried about you, Tommy.

You obviously know
what you're doing so, hey...

I asked Stewart Lafferty to view
Justin's remains tomorrow morning.
That OK?

Yeah, sure. That's OK,

but next time,
I'd like to be asked, not told.

No argument with the cause of death
being the skull fracture.

Any idea of a weapon?

What's interesting are these
bilateral injuries, here.

What are the chances of striking
both legs in the same place?

Exactly,
so I'm thinking...car bumper.

Justin wasn't even four feet tall.

A bumper would've
struck him waist-height.

Not if the driver
floored the brakes.

If you're travelling fast enough,
your front end nosedives.

I've seen six-inch furrows
in pre-stressed asphalt.

So it was an accident?

Well, the skull fracture

is certainly
consistent with secondary impact,

which chimes with what looks like...

white paint fragments in the hair.

Which because it hasn't rotted,
suggests a metallic base.

So we're looking for someone,
probably a local,
who drove a white car?

When we get the paint analysed,
I'll do better than that.

Wait a minute, Conrad.
When you went out with Christine...

she drove a white car.

Old, white Fiesta.

I told her not to drive.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry.

I'll drive, you're well over.

And you're not?
Everything's relative.

Look, I appreciate the offer.

Was that really Julia on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

She couldn't have got
to the Obornes' by seven.

That's what you told yourself.

I'm sorry, Dad.
That's what you told yourself?

It's what I believed!

You covered up for your girlfriend!

I was young and stupid, but if I'd...
It wasn't your decision to make!

I spent two years on that case,
and it nearly killed me!

Christ, I said I was sorry, didn't I?
It was 12 years ago.

So Julia called you.

Sam was drinking again
and in a dangerous, a violent mood.

I mean, what if he broke
Justin's neck this time?

She calls you at the pub

and says she's bringing her
brother over... And I said no.

How stupid would I be
to mess with the Obornes?

After all the lies they told
about me breaking Justin's arm.

Not stupid, just principled.
You put Justin first.

But it meant driving over the limit
and somewhere on the way here
you had an accident.

And Justin was killed,
but Julia was OK.

She'd talked you into it,
so she covered up for you?
Where is all this coming from?

You drove a white Fiesta then,
right? So what?

So, white car paint was found
on Justin's corpse.

Well, it wasn't from my car.

Once I got behind the wheel,

I realised what a mistake it was
and I walked home.

Come on, that's miles away! I cut
through the fields. So you did go
home in response to Julia's call?

Yes.

She wasn't here.

Where were you night before last?

On the night shift. Why?

Are you asking me for an alibi?

You think...

..Julia was murdered?

Would that be a complete surprise?

Or would it make some
chilling kind of sense?

Am I under arrest?

No.

I'd be surprised if Justin was hit by
Christine's car... Cos of the paint?

The sealant. Teflon fluorocarbon...

'Standard issue now, but back in the
early '90s, the preserve of luxury
cars and emergency vehicles.'

Not fourth-hand Fiestas?

Traces of rust argue
against the luxury cars...

'and the injuries are wrong
for an ambulance, so...'

I'm thinking village bobby? Really?

OK... You pulled the plug
on that mighty fast.

All we can do is worry her,
and we did that.

Lafferty says Justin might've
been hit by a marked police car.

What makes him think that?

The paint sealant.

Conrad saw her drive away pissed!

She could've got out,
I mean she COULD have walked home.

Whose case is this?

I don't want you to making the
same mistake twice. What mistake?

You've no proof, Mike,
just like with Sullivan.

That's a low blow.
It's only the truth.

You're lecturing ME
about past mistakes?

I'm counselling you to keep your
powder dry. What about you, Tommy?

You get your wife killed

and you're still dragging
people into your mess! Ah!

Damn!

Well, on the plus side,
we're at a nurse's house.

Officers get first look
when squad cars are bumped, right?

But McCaffrey's a detective.
He wouldn't have had squad car.

He was in uniform
'till the early '90s.

I'll check his vehicle history.
You should get that hand checked.

Come in.

Hello? Hello!

Oh, look, sorry - I've bled on you.

Yeah, like that's never
happened to me before(!)

It's funny, I'm the one who's
knocked my wing mirror off my car

and yet you're
the one whose hands are shaking.

Does Mike McCaffrey scare you?

Do I scare you?

Nobody scares me.

That's not entirely true now, is it?

Do you really think
Julia was murdered?

What is it, Christine?

OK, McCaffrey moved out of uniform

and bought his decommissioned
Sierra, and sold it on in July '95.

A month after Justin was killed.

The buyer was local.
Daniel Forsyth, Cleve Farm.

Odds are it's been sold again.
Not according to DVLA.

Let's check it out.

Hello?

Hello? Who is this?

Obviously "full disclosure"

means something totally different
to you than it does to me.

You think there's a lab in London
that I don't do business with?

Once we got the results back,
I fully intended to bring you in.

Bring me in?

You're too kind.

And what if Lynley's DNA
is on that glove?

But it isn't, is it?
We don't know yet...

..and the fragment itself
is evidence of murder.

Evidence you wouldn't
have if not for me.

This isn't finders keepers,

it's a murder investigation.

MY murder investigation.

Any paint left your side?

Doesn't look like it.

Shame. We're probably
looking at our murder weapon.

It's McCaffrey. Mike?

A guy out walking his dog has found
a body near Christine Faraday's.

We'll meet you at her cottage.
We've got to go.

Looks like a sexual assault
gone bad.

Well, they left her knickers on.
That's one prudish sex killer.

It looks like she's been
strangled with a belt.

Yeah, it could be a buckle mark.

This could have nothing to do
with the Oborne case.

You know, I'll take conspiracy
over coincidence any day.

Look, sorry - I bled on you...

Yeah, like that's
never happened to me before(!)

Shit.

What?

Yep... Yes, ma'am, erm...

He's talking to Tate.
I'll be arrested in a minute.

What? You get back to London.

Tell her everything.
The car, Julia, everything.

Well, this is bloody embarrising to me.

What is?

I've got to take you in.

Tate found out you were down here.

Lafferty? Yeah,
I said you were playing with fire.

Where's Sergeant Havers?

Oh, I don't know. Must have gone.

Maybe she didn't want to get
arrested as well.
Don't patronise me.

Oh, come on, Mike!

I'm not taking any chances, Tommy.

What chances like
trust and friendship? Right!

Like you trusted me?

One thing I don't get.

Julia - how did you get her
to keep quiet for so long?

What did you have on her?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

That's all right,
your old car will be eloquent
enough on your behalf.

The party, that's it! I remember
thinking how you were putting away
the champagne for a man on duty...

Leaving us so soon,
Sergeant McCaffrey?

Who else is going to keep

Save your breath for Tate.
You're gonna need it.

Why didn't you just come clean,
just say "Sorry, I messed up".

You'd be out of the force, but
you're not the most ambitious man.

You don't know me.

You kill me, you know that?

You really think just because
you play down the earl thing,

that you're one of us,
a regular copper, one of the boys.

Well, I'm sorry, "Tommy",

that's just about
the funniest thing I've ever heard.

This is a hobby for you!
You're a tourist!

You've no idea what it's like
to BE your job,

and to know that if you lose it,

that's it, you're dead -
in the gutter, no way back.

What does this have to do
with squashing a five-year-old's
body down a drain?

There must've been a thought -
"Christ, how's it come to this?" No?

Maybe I really don't
know you at all.

One more word and I'll throw you
out of the car and say you jumped.

Sounds familiar to me.

Mike, we need to have a conversation
about the death of Julia Oborne.

Yes, Ma'am. I'd like to make
a statement, if that's OK.

Tell Conrad.

Please.

What's going on?

The DNA from the glove.

Tate found out, ran it against
the officers' database.

Hoping to find a match with me.

The closest by far -
Mike McCaffrey. Closest?

It's a weak sample, it's like
a phone number with missing digits.

Barbara, where are you?
Yes, I'm a free man again.

Listen, I need you
to bear some bad news for me.

Sam told me Julia and Lynley
were staying the night in London.

With the shock
of her brother being found,

I had a bad feeling.

I saw them sitting up
at the bar getting hammered

and I knew I had to act.

So...Dad's confessed?

Yeah, well he wanted to make
a statement. That's all I know.

Oh my God!

You know, I'd be happy
to drive you to the station
if that's what you want.

Right. Well, that's a kind offer.
I'll just get my coat.

Looks like she's been
strangled with a belt.
Yeah, it could be a buckle mark.

Was it really a kind offer, Barbara,

or do you have an ulterior motive?

Turn round
and put your hands against the wall.

So as soon as they left, I followed
them up to Lynley's penthouse.

That's wrong again. What?

Is it possible the DNA
on that glove wasn't his?

Possible, but unlikely.

I mean, if it's not his,
it's a close relative's.

Life is binary -

sunny day, rainy day,

there's no good or evil or free will,

we just react to
the hand we're given.

As rationalisations for triple
murder go, that's a bit flowery.

Listen, I'm not justifying myself
to anyone,

but my first step on the road to hell
was an act of blinding altruism.

Julia's call for help? You drove?

I was drunk,

but Christine was paralytic...

Look, I appreciate the offer...

Was that really Julia on the phone?

That's a guilty look.

How "ex" is your ex, Christine?

Oh, grow up.

Don't they have any real women
at law school?

Come on, I'll drive.

The girl was off her face.

Offering to drive
was the responsible thing to do.

Oh, you're a model citizen, Conrad.

You should've told Julia where to go.

He hit her! God only knows
what he'll do to Justin!

Not your problem.
You don't owe these people anything.

Maybe I can think
about something other than myself.

Is that a dig?

I'm nobody's mug, that's for sure.

Nor am I! It's practically
stamped on your forehead.

Here we go, Justin,

Christine's house.

You stay here, don't move.

Christine!

She brings Justin through your front
door, you're party to abduction.

So why are you driving, genius.

Well, because I feel bad
in advance about dumping you.

There, I said it.
You piece of shit...

Christine!

ENGINE REVS

Julia was convinced Sam
was going to hurt Justin...

..but instead,
I ended up killing him.

Who says God hasn't
got a sense of humour, eh?

Oh my God, oh my God!

Oh my God!

Talk to her, I've been drinking!

It's goodbye, law school -
hello, prison.

My dad will kill me!
Conrad, he's dead!

Nothing can change that.
I shouldn't have let you drive...

Oh my God, oh my God!

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Does anyone else
know you took Justin?

No.

He was a sweet kid,

he wouldn't want this
to ruin our lives.

Go home, Julia.

All you have to do is go home.

They protected you
and you killed them for it.

Soon as Tommy said he'd fetch Julia
from Rome, I had a bad feeling...

..and I was right.

How did you coax Julia
into meeting you?

Didn't have to,

she wanted my blood.

You liar. You told me you buried
Justin in the orchard,

not in some drain

Still reading your thoughts, Barbara.

"Keep him calm, keep him talking,
then grab the knife when
he gets distracted."

Put a foot wrong,
I'm going for your eyeballs,

not your skin.

You all right, Barbara? I'm fine!

Call for back up!

I can't believe you were going
to let your dad take the rap.

I always liked you, Tommy.
I could've killed you too!

Is this what it was like with Julia?

Did she beg? Did she look you
in your eyes and beg? Did she?

How does it feel then, hey?

Sir! Sir!

The keys, in there.

All right? Yeah.

Welcome back, you.

Thanks.

I probably shouldn't say this,

but do you fancy a drink?

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