All language subtitles for Vera.S12E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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Who's my handsome boy?

Give us a smile.

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[ Bird chirping ]

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[ Wind chime tinkling,
wind blustering ]

- Time to batten down
the hatches

as the Met Office issues
a severe weather warning.

Storm Alonso is set to strike
many areas

of the UK this weekend.

Red warnings for wind
will cover Wales,

Northern Ireland and most of
England from tomorrow morning

until 1:00 PM on Sunday...

- Oh, no. We'll have to get cosy,
won't we?

Get snuggy away
so the storm can't get us?

[ Chuckles ]

- [ Mobile phone chimes ]
- ...mainly in the north east.

Emergency services
are now on high alert.

You are strongly advised
not to travel

unless in an emergency.

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- [ Baby fussing ]
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

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[ Wind howling ]

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[ Baby crying ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Rain pouring ]

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Shh.

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[ Baby crying ]

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[ Thunder booming ]

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[ Whimpers ]

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Oh, bloody Alonso.

[ Rain pouring ]

[ Wind howling ]

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Car door beeping ]

[ Baby crying ]

Hello?!

Hello! Anyone there?!

[ Baby crying ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

What are you doing
here on your own, pet?

Right, come on.
I'm getting all wet here.

[ Grunts ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Wind howling ]

Hang on. Hang on.

Oh, would you believe it?

No signal.

[ Baby crying ]

Aye, I know, pet.

L.P. Oh Five. X.X.S.

Right.
[ Engine starts ]

Here we go, pet.

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[ Brakes squeal ]

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Oh.

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[ Sign squeaking ]

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Hey, we've got no option, pet.

Your gonna have to meet
this lot.

[ Baby crying ]

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Oh.

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[ Door bell ringing ]

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Come on. Come on.

Can I help you?

Oh, Juliet. It's Vera!

Vera?

It's been years. What on earth
are you doing here?

Is everything alright?

Oh, unforeseen circumstances.

I need to use your phone.

- Oh, right. Well, yes.
Just...come in.

[ Music, lively conversation
in distance ]

- I'm sorry to gate crash
your party.

- Oh, er, it's --
well, it's not a party.

Oh, this is heavy.

Oh, is he, erm...?

- No, I found him
in a car about a...

- a mile up the road.
- What? Alone?

- Aye, which means
there's someone

wandering around in this storm.

- Oh, right. Erm, yes,
well, that's very worrying.

- Aye, it is worrying,
so I need to use your phone.

Well, come through.

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- Er, sorry, love, sorry.
Sorry.

Erm, right.

We've got a little bit
of a situation, actually.

- This is Vera.
She's a police officer.

Hello. Hello.

- Vera has found this baby
in an abandoned car.

- What?!
- Er, the phone, love?

Oh, yes, erm...

- Hey, could you cop hold?
- Yeah.

- Aye, just on
the top road there.

- Is it okay?
- Well, I think so.

He's a bit stinky.

But there's one of those
a baby bag thingies in my motor,

if someone could go get it.

- I'll do that.
- Yeah, it's not locked.

- And can you turn my lights off?
- Of course.

And, er, here's the landline.

Oh.

Gor, thanks.

- I'll just, erm...
- Right.

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[ Dialling ]

[ Ringing ]

Good evening, duty desk.

- Oh, hello, it's, er,
DCI Vera Stanhope.

I need you to run a vehicle
registration check for me.

Hello.

Where is your mummy?
[ Baby giggles ]

- And DOB?
- 2/6/61.

June '61?

- Yeah.
- Right. thanks, love.

- No problem.
[ Phone beeps ]

[ Tuts ]

[ Dialling ]

[ Ringing ]

- Hello?
- Aiden, I'm not disturbing you,

- am I?
- Well...

- Listen.
I got stuck in the storm,

and I need you
to get over to Kirkhill.

Tonight?

- Everything okay?
- No.

I've got an abandoned baby
and a lost grandad,

by the looks of things!

But I've got a name --
Ronald Browne,

14 Pleasance Drive.
Kirkhill.

- I can't go anywhere.
I mean, we've...

we've got a power cut
and been absolutely battered.

- Yeah, well, I'm stuck up over
at Brockburn House.

- Where?
- Brockburn House!

I told you when we were working
on that culvert case,

me dad's family
used to live here.

Well, they still do...

the toffee-nosed lot.

- Oh, yes.
What, your cousin's place?

- Yeah, well,
never mind all that.

Are you saying
you can't go to Kirkhill?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I've had a couple
of beers tonight.

- Oh, now he tells me!
- Oh, I don't know.

If you'll excuse me.

Where did you get to?

I'm so sorry, erm...

Well...

Who's that?

Vera is a cousin of Daddy.

She's a police officer.

- Police?
- Yes.

We've got a bit
of an emergency.

A baby's been abandoned
on the top road.

A baby.

What, crawling down
the hard shoulder?

Can you come back in now?

I shan't be too much longer.

My husband, Marcus.

Vera?

What on earth
are you doing here?

Didn't realise you
were invited.

- Well, I wasn't Harriet.
- Oh?

- So you invited yourself!
- [ Chuckles ]

- Shame you didn't
invite yourself

Crispin's funeral.

Your own cousin!

- Er, yes, Vera's run
into a spot of trouble
in the storm, Mother.

- She found a baby all by himself.
- Good Lord!

- Oh, I'll be out of here
as soon as possible, Harriet.

- Don't worry.
- How have you been?

Not still doing that awful job,
I hope?

Oh, aye. Still working.

Aw. Poor you.

- Well, I could lounge around
all day drinking gin,

but that's not really my thing.

No, of course.

I can see why Hector's drinking
could put you off all together.

I heard you'd moved into
his cottage when he died.

I did, Harriet.

Well...

Never mind.

Nice to see you.

[ Sighs ]

Right.

- Do any of you know
a Ronald Browne?

Just turned 60.
Lives in Kirkhill?

- Don't think so.
Dorothy?

No. Sorry.

- Er, cup of tea for Vera.
- How about you, pet?

Do you live down
in the village?

No. I live here.

Not here, here.
Obviously.

I live on the estate.

Er, Heslop Farm,
it's on the south edge.

Oh. Right.

I'll just go and ask your guests
if they know this fella.

- They won't.
They're not village people.

They're from the art world.

- What, and artists
don't live in villages?

Not Kirkhill, no.

Look here.
[ Clears throat ]

It's Shakespeare.

That's what tonight
is all about.

We're fundraising
for developing

an arts village here
at Brockburn.

Yeah.

It was all Marcus's idea,
actually.

We're going to have a gallery

and an artist's retreat,
and a theatre.

Oh, jolly good.

- [ Breathing heavily ]
- Dad!

Dad. What is it?

- There's a body.
- What? A body?

- [ Whimpers ]
- Hey, come and sit down, love.

- Thank you.
- Alright.

Now, where's --
where's this body?

- It's on the side
of the road...

between my place and...

- and here.
- Oh, my goodness!

- And it's a man
in his early 60s?

No. No. No. No, no.

It's some woman.

It's a young woman.

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[ Birds chirping ]

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- Surely you haven't been here
all night in a raging storm?

- Well, I wasn't gonna leave
the woman up here

on her own, was I?

Well, I say woman.

She's little more
than a teenager.

What do you think happened?

Don't know.

Hit by the debris?

Doesn't make sense.

Driver's door was wide open.

Then why would she abandon her
motor, leaving the bairn inside?

- Any idea who she is?
- No.

Last night was
a total write off.

- I'm sorry I couldn't
get up to Kirkhill.

Nah, well, couldn't be helped.

Did you go on your way up?

- To Kirkhill?
- Ronald Browne.

- Well, I thought you'd want me
straight here.

[ Huffs ]

Right, wait here for forensics,
and then get up to the house

and get statements
from the guests.

- Guests?
- Aye.

There was a party last night.

- What, they're still there?
- Aye, you know,

they were stranded --
like you were.

And get Jac and Mark up there,
and Kenny.

And ask someone at the house

if they've got
a recent map of the estate.

Right, and who should I ask?

You a detective or what?

Harriet or Juliet.
Their my relatives.

- Where are you going?
- Kirkhill!

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[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

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- Now listen, I'm sorry I didn't
answer your call last night,

I was well away.

- So you slept through the racket
of that storm?

I had my earphones in.

I'm listening to
"War and Peace."

Come on through.

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Er, watch out for
that step there.

Look. Here you go.

Err, sit yourself down.

- Err, well, you're alright.
- Oh, right. Okay.

Er, so how can I help you?

Look, if this is about the car
not being taxed --

Well, actually,
it's not mine anymore.

I've sold it.
Sort of thing.

- Er, well, how do you mean
"sort of thing"?

Well, I didn't really use it.

Not since my wife died.

So who did you sell it to?

- Lorna, a girl
in the village here.

She's by herself.

So, you know, I like
to keep an eye on her.

- Yeah, now when you say
she's by herself?

Well, with a little one, aye.

And what's Lorna's surname?

Falstone.

Lorna Falstone.

Is everything alright?
Is Lorna okay?

- Ah, there's no easy way
to say this, love.

I'm afraid a body was discovered
up on the Brockburn Estate.

And...

- What, and you think
it's Lorna?

Your car was also found

abandoned on the perimeter
of the estate.

- Well, what --
what about Thomas, her baby?

- He's fine. He's safe.
- [ Exhales shakily ]

- Oh, I'm sorry.
This must be a shock.

Where you very close to her?

Er, no, no.

Not really.

- Oh, so that was just from
the sale of the car?

- Er, m-my wife was her
old school teacher,

you know, years back,

and I knew her from art class.

- Art class?
- Yeah.

We meet every week, but I didn't
go this week, so, erm,

I posted the car keys
through on Thursday night.

So how did she pay you?

- Er, well, I said she could
give us it when she could.

Hang on.

You gave your car to a girl
you only vaguely know?

For free?

Well, I knew she would pay me.

When she could.

- Well, how would you know that
if you barely knew her?

- Look -- I did...

I hardly used it
and it wasn't worth much,

so, you know...

- So, who are the other people
in this art group?

Oh, I don't know the names.

Erm, us oldies didn't
really mix with the youngins.

Erm, you'd have to ask Josh.

Josh who?

Josh Heslop.

He's the tutor.

- Heslop?
- Yeah, his --

his family have got a farm

on the Brockburn Estate,
like Lorna's.

- Her family live
on the estate too?

Aye. I cannot believe this.

Right.

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[ Engine starts ]

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[ Brakes squeal,
engine shuts off ]

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- Got some ID, ma'am.
Driving licence.

- Aye, Lorna Falstone?
- How'd you know that?

- Ronnie Browne sold,
or rather gave,

his car to her two days ago.

- Why would he do that?
- That's a good question.

I need someone to get over
to Kirkhill.

I want his DNA and his prints.

He also told us

that her parents
run a farm on the estate,

so maybe that's where
she was heading.

Vera!

- [ Sighs ]
DCI Stanhope will do.

Did she have a phone on her?

- Afraid not, but the injuries
do tell a story.

[ Crow cawing ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Obviously storm Alonso
may be responsible

for some of these marks,
but not all of them.

This here for example.

It's actually bruising.

The scratches conceal
it slightly.

- So she was attacked?
- Yes.

- And strangled?
- Certainly looks like it,

but she also has a head injury,
which I'm quite interested in.

- Well, could that not have been
caused by the storm, though?

- A falling branch?
- Possibly.

But I would say it indicates
a targeted blow.

She was definitely fighting more
than the elements last night.

Broken nails,
bruising around the wrists.

Unfortunately we've lost
a lot of forensic evidence

due to the conditions,

but we'll see
what we can process.

The measurement around the wound
suggests a blunt object

and if I'm not mistaken,

there are tiny bits of wood
in her hair

caught up in blood fragments.

- Well, good look matching
that particular weapon.

Hmm.

- Now,
if you were a gambling man,

would you say she was
strangled or died

from the blow to the head?

- At this stage,
I'd say the head wound.

The bruises are bad,
but not so bad to imply death

- by strangulation.
- Okay.

And what about time of death?

I'd put it at around 9:00 PM.

- That's before
I found the bairn.

Okay, thanks, Paula.

We need to go talk
to the parents.

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I don't understand.

How do you know it's her?

Because we found this on her.

Look, I know this is difficult,
but can I ask you confirm?

- Can you confirm if this
is Lorna's son?

Where is he? Is he okay?

Now, he's fine, love.

He's being taken care of
by social services.

But we can arrange for him to
be brought here if you prefer.

- Yes, please.
- Where's Lorna now?

She's at the mortuary.

- Well, we need to ascertain
the cause of death.

- A -- A postmortem?

W-Where was she going?

I mean, why would she go out
in that storm?

S-She hasn't even got a car.

- Ah, well, she bought a car
from her friend,

Ronnie Browne.

Do either of you know him?

Er, no, not really.

So she wasn't on her way here?

- Er, no.
I hadn't heard from her.

How about you, Mr. Falstone?

Can you think of any reasons

why Lorna would have
gone out in the storm?

None whatsoever.

So when did you last see her?

I didn't see Lorna.

Not on a regular basis.

Oh, any reason for that?

Not one in particular, no.

- Well, of course
we are gonna need

to talk to the baby's father,

so can you give us an address?

- Afraid not.
- No.

- Well, er, do you not have
a relationship with him either?

Er...

No.

Neither of us do.

- Did Lorna?
- Er not that we know of, no.

Okay, not to worry.

If you can just give us
his name?

No.

Because we don't know.

I need to get some air.

[ Exhales sharply ]

- Aiden, why don't you step
outside with Mr. Falstone?

- No. I want to be alone.
Thanks.

[ Door opens, closes ]

- Have you got any idea
who the father is?

Er, I don't.

Erm, Lorna's always been
very private.

Er, even with us.

She, erm...

she moved out when she was 16.

- Alone?
Or with a flat mate?

No, alone.

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- No friends,
left home when she was 16,

the baby's father a mystery.

All a bit odd.

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Alright, now listen up.

First things first.

Now this case, these people
who own the Brockburn Estate...

- Er, they're distant rellies
of yours, aren't they, ma'am?

- Aye, they are, Kenny,
and as you well know,

I have zero relationship
with them.

Now, I've spoken to the ACC,
and he's given me the go ahead

to remain on the case.

He's not concerned.
Is that alright with you, Kenny?

Aye, fine.

So what have we got?

- I've got witness statements
from the house, ma'am.

And a map of the estate
from Juliet.

She said to give you this
as well.

There were 30 people
invited on Friday,

and they ended up
staying over due to the storm.

We interviewed them all
and took their DNA

before they went home
in the morning.

The guests said that
a Paul Blackstock

disappeared a couple of times,
but I'm following it up.

Yeah, okay. Thanks, Jac.

Now as you all know,

I found a stranded baby
in the storm last night.

Thomas Falstone.

He'd been left unattended
in a car on the top road

next to Brockburn Estate.

The body of his mother,
Lorna Falstone,

was later discovered
by Nial Heslop.

- Lorna's parents have a farm
on the estate.

- Aye, but I'm ruling out
the idea that

that's where she heading.

Totally the wrong direction

and she didn't have
that "dropping in

for a cup of tea"
sort of relationship.

- There's also a Dorothy
Elmsworth lives on the estate.

It's a cottage attached
to the house.

She's a friend of the family,
helps with running the estate.

Aye, I've met her.

Jac, did you go up
to the Heslop's farm?

Apparently the son Joshua
teaches art class

- that Lorna attended.
- Yeah.

I got witness statements
from Nial and Nettie,

but Joshua was away teaching
at an artist's retreat.

- Yeah, well,
get that corroborated.

- Yeah.
- Now then, Mark.

I want you to check out
Marcus Branagh.

What was his life like before
he married in to Brockburn?

- Ma'am.
- "One touch of nature

makes the whole world kin."

- Quote from "Troilus
and Cressida," ma'am.

- What?
- "Ulysses."

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- Now then. Listen.
Very important!

Vital, in fact, is to discover

the identity
of the baby's father.

Now, let's collect any CCTV that
she might have been caught on.

I want her employment history,
college, friends, social media.

What was her average day like?

Now who was the last person
to see her alive...

and why would she have
gone out in that storm?

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[ Brakes squeal,
engine shuts off ]

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

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Ah, well, definitely
moving out.

Looks like.

Could be housing association
or local council.

Certainly into her art.

There's boxes of it.

- Well, not just
reading about it.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

- I think Joshua Heslop's
a good teacher.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

And that is somehow familiar.

- Maybe it's a copy
of a famous painting?

Mm.

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Well, would you look at this.

It's a letter inviting her
to submit her art

for an exhibition.

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- And look who it's signed by --

Marcus Branagh.

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Juliet's out walking.

- She'll be back soon.
- Ah, actually,

er, it was you we came to see.

- What about?
- Er, did you write this letter

to Lorna Falstone?

- Who?
- Lorna Falstone.

The lass who was found dead
on the estate last night?

Oh, I see.

I've never heard of her.

- Oh, so, but that's
your signature, is it not?

Inviting her to submit her work
for your art project?

- Well, yes,
but I didn't send it.

I don't do that kind of thing.

What sort of thing?

- Deal with the community arm
of the business.

- So you didn't sign
this letter?

Not personally, no.

- Who does deal with
the community arm?

- Sophie Blackstock.
She's freelancing for us.

So your telling me

you've had no connexion
with Lorna Falstone?

- No. Why would I?
- Well, for a kick off,

her family lease land

and a farm house
from the Brockburn Estate.

- [ Sighs ] Well, I -- Well,
I know the name, I suppose.

You suppose?

You either know the name
or you don't.

- Sorry, is there a problem,
Detective?

Aye, there's a problem.

We're investigating
the death of a young woman,

and I'd like a little clarity.

- I did not have a connexion
with Lorna Falstone,

but I do know
the surname from the estate.

Is that clear enough?

Now, if there's nothing else,
you must excuse me.

There is something else.

Right.

- Sophie Blackstock's address,
please.

[ Scoffs ]

You already have it.

She was here last night.

With her husband, Paul.

Paul Blackstock?

Yes.

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- If he's married to your cousin,
that makes him your --

- Absolutely nothing
to do with me.

[ Mobile phone ringing ]
Right. The Blackstocks.

- Paula?
- Hi, Vera.

The PM results are in.

Okay, we'll be right there.

Postmortem in?

Aye.

Let's go there first.

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- Right, so I'm recording this
for my records.

- Is that okay?
- It's fine by me.

- Great.
Just an unusual case this one.

- You said that
about the last one.

- Well, I treat all my cases
as special,

but this one really
is quite unusual.

- In what way?
- Well, I confirm the time

of death
to be approximately 9:00 PM.

- The head injury --
- Is this the unusual bit?

- Partly, because
I got it wrong.

She didn't die
from the head wound.

So, she was strangled?

No.

As I suspected,
although the larynx is damaged,

there is no fracture
to the hyoid bone in the neck.

So how did she die?

Cardiac arrest.

- A heart attack?
- Correct.

Deteriorated heart muscle,

creating larger chambers
and weaker walls,

making pumping more difficult.

- And is that
the official cause of death?

Cardiac arrest?

Brought on by strangulation.

And then there's this?

Indicating where she was
initially attacked.

Ah, cuckoo pint.

Correct term Arum maculatum.

Yes, I know what it is!

- You find them growing
in woodlands and hedgerows

like the section of road
where the car was parked.

We found residue
on her clothes.

- Indicating a struggle
next to her vehicle.

I think so...

before she made her way
through the hedgerows

and into the estate.

- Aye, looking for help,
the poor lass.

Okay, thanks, Paula.

Let me know when
you're ready for the parents.

Mrs. Blackstock, according
to Marcus Branagh,

you wrote this letter
to Laura Falstone.

Did you sign that for him?

The girl you found...

was that Lorna?

- Well, we're awaiting
formal identification,

but we think so, yes.

- So did you know her?
- I knew of her work

and invited her to submit
for the project.

- Did either of you leave
the party last night?

- We couldn't get out
of the place!

- Witnesses say that you, Paul,
disappeared a couple of times.

To check on Lucy.

Who's Lucy?

- The dog.
- It was the first time

we'd left her with the sitter,

so I went somewhere quiet
to call her.

And what time was this?

Not sure.

- Maybe you could check
your call register?

What happened to her?

- Well, we are treating her death
as suspicious, love.

- Here we are. 21:06
and again at 23:12.

Thank you.

I can't believe this.

[ Mobile phone ringing ]

Hi.

Yeah.

Great.

I'll see you soon.

That was Sarah.

I'm gonna collect the dog.

- Is there anything at all you
can tell us

that would help
with our investigation?

- I had met Lorna Falstone
before.

Oh.

When was this?

Three years ago.

It was at a clinic
for eating disorders.

I wasn't being treated.

I was working there
as an arts therapist.

- And what was your relationship
with her like?

Not close.

She was a very private person.

- And what was her reaction
to your letter?

- Initially she seemed
really excited,

but then I never heard
back from her.

I just thought
she'd changed her mind.

- Okay, love, can you give us
the details of this clinic?

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Bit over the top with the dog.

You don't believe him?

- I want you to verify those
calls with the dog sitter...

and the dog.

Since when do dogs
have sitters?

A lot of people do, ma'am.

Got dog hotels.

Doggy daycare.

Doggy sleep overs.

- That eating disorder would
explain the heart condition.

- Yeah, that must've been tough.
- Hmm.

I need you to get over
to that clinic first thing

in the morning and talk to
whoever is was who treated her,

- in person.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll be at the morgue,
with the parents.

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[ Siren wailing in distance ]

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Oh, stay where you are, love.

Is your husband not here?

No.

He's looking after the baby.

- Oh. Are you sure you're okay
to do this on your own?

- Are you not coming in with me?
- Oh, aye, I'll be there.

No, I meant without
your husband.

- I'm used to seeing Lorna
on my own.

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[ Crying ]

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Did she suffer terribly?

- No, I don't think
she suffered for long.

She died of a heart attack.

So she wasn't murdered?

- Well, the official cause
of death is heart failure,

but we are pursuing
a murder investigation.

I understand she had
an eating disorder.

Yeah.

It was a long, hard battle.

But she recovered?

Physically, yeah.

She was so...

so strong, so...

so determined.

- And the family?
- [ Sniffles ]

Her and I were back on track.

But...

the relationship
with her father...

Robert felt, erm...

helpless,

and Lorna felt abandoned.

- So you and her
were back on track,

but you definitely don't know
who the baby's father is?

- I didn't want to
rock the boat by asking.

[ Voice breaking ] I just wanted
to keep on seeing her.

- And you did carry on
seeing her?

- Every Friday afternoon, yeah.
[ Sniffles ]

But not this Friday past?

No.

She cancelled.

- Did she say why?
- No.

And I never asked.
[ Sobbing ]

Why didn't I ask her?

- Now don't you go
blaming yourself, love.

You've got that wee bairn
to take care of.

You grieve, aye,

but don't go feeling guilty,
pet.

You didn't do this.

♪♪

♪♪

- Thank you so much for taking
the time to see me yourself.

- That's alright.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

We've had a busy morning.

Please,
sit down Detective.

Thank you.

You mentioned Lorna Falstone?

- I'm sorry to have to tell you
that Lorna died recently.

How? She was doing so well.

- We're conducting an
investigation into her death.

- Oh, God.
- Can you confirm the dates

Lorna was a patient here?

Yeah, of course.

She was an inpatient
for eight months in 2019,

then she stayed
as an outpatient.

Was she fully recovered?

Not fully.

The effects of an eating
disorder can be life long.

How's her little boy?

Is he okay?

He's with his grandparents.

Oh.

Well...

that's good.

- Did you personally work
with Lorna?

I did.

- When was the last time
you heard from her?

A couple of months.

- Oh, so you stay in touch
with patients

even after they've
been discharged.

- We always keep lines
of communication open.

There's no time limit on that.

- And do the patients
ever strike up relationships?

Romantic ones?

- We don't endorse it,
but, yes, it does happen.

- Was Lorna close
to anyone in particular?

Yes, but sadly, we lost him.

Which was tragic.

Poor, Nate.

Who's Nate?

♪♪

- Aiden?
- Guess whose brother was

also an inpatient
at Harton Hill Clinic?

- Who's?
- Paul Blackstone.

♪♪

- Why didn't you tell us
you knew Lorna Falstone?

You didn't ask.

Well, why wait to be asked?

You heard her name and you knew
she suffered a hideous death.

And is there a reason you didn't
tell us your brother and Lorna

- were once in a relationship?
- [ Scoffs ]

- It was hardly that.
- So what was it then?

- One messed up person messing up
another messed up person

- even more.
- So to be clear,

your brother Nate Blackstock
and Lorna

spent time together
at the Harton Hill Clinic?

Aye.

So in your opinion...

who was messing up who?

Why's it matter?

Because Lorna's dead, love.

So is Nate.

- Ah, now, he died
three years ago, right?

- Aye.
- So are you referring to

Lorna messing your brother up?

- Aye.
She screwed with his head.

- Yeah, so safe to say
you didn't like her?

No. I did not.

- What was the nature of Nate's
relationship with Lorna?

- Haven't you already found
all this out from the clinic?

Nah, I wanna hear it from you.

He was in love with her.

- So they were in
a romantic relationship?

No. It wasn't reciprocated.

- Well, that's a rather reductive
way of looking at it.

It's the truth.

- You seem angry.
- I am!

At Lorna?

- Am I supposed to just change
my feelings

about the whole thing
because she's died?

- When did you the last see
Lorna Falstone?

- I don't know.
- Did you see her

- on Friday night?
- No.

- Is that why you nipped out
from the party?

- No! It was a coincidence
that we were at that party.

- DCI Stanhope has
left the room.

His story checks out.

I've checked
with his dog sitter,

and those calls were to her.

I also cross referenced
the witness statements again,

and he did only leave the party
for a few minutes at a time.

No way he could've got to
where Lorna was found.

♪♪

- Alright.
Well, thanks, Jac.

♪♪

Can I go now?

No.

You said Lorna was "messed up."

- That's putting it nicely.
- What did you mean at that?

- She was an expert at pulling
people into her drama --

- whatever that might be.
- Well, such as?

- I don't know,
changes every week, man.

She's signing herself
out of clinic,

her family
aren't allowed to visit,

her Dad's not her real Dad.

I mean, the list goes on.

Hold on.

Are you saying Lorna thought

Robert wasn't her
biological father?

- That was one of many dramas,
yes.

Banning her parents
from visiting

but letting another couple
come week in, and week out.

- Well, who were these
other people?

- An older couple used to come
and stay for hours.

An old teacher or something.

It felt a bit twisted to me.

♪♪

- Paul Blackstock
clearly harboured

ill feeling towards Lorna.

He had motive,
but I've ruled him out

because he couldn't have got
from the house

to where she was found
and back again.

Just couldn't do it.

But what I am interested in
is this notion

that Robert Falstone
isn't her biological father,

and whether it was
Ronnie Browne

and his missus who went
to visit her at the clinic.

- Ma'am, I've actually got some
background on Ronnie Browne.

Now, he worked as a teacher
at Bamford High secondary school

for 20 years
before taking early retirement

to look after his wife in 2020.

But before he was a teacher,

he used to work as a grounds
person up at Brockburn Estate.

He what?

From 1990 until 1996.

- So clearly
he'd know the grounds

and the surrounding area
where the body was found,

plus if that was him
visiting her at the clinic,

when she wouldn't see
her own parents...

And he "gave" her his car.

- I've just heard back
from Lorna's landlord, ma'am.

She handed in her notice,
and then put down a deposit

on a new flat
in Newcastle on Thursday.

- Well, how could
she afford that?

A single mum with no income.

- Well, maybe good old Ronnie
coughed up again.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Brakes squealing ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

♪♪

How well do you know
Jill Falstone?

- Lorna's mum? I do-- I don't.

- So you've never had
a relationship with her?

- [ Stammering ]
What, a romantic one?!

- Aye.
- Me?

With another woman?

No! God, no.

Why would you think
a thing like that?

My wife and I had a faithful
and happy marriage.

- Ah, well, you told us
you weren't close to Lorna.

- I wasn't.
- No?

So how come you paid
her regular visits

up at the Harton Hill Clinic?

- Well, Elaine, my wife,
and her were pals.

- Ah, now, seems to me
you were more than pals, love.

Seems you were very close.

Even after your missus passed.

- Is that what
everyone's saying?

It's what I'm saying.

- Why don't you just give us
the full picture, Ronnie?

- I am!
- And you've failed to mention

you used to be
a groundsman up at Brockburn.

- Well, yeah.
A long time ago.

Should I have mentioned that?
Is it relevant?

- It's where Lorna's body
was found.

- Right, well, I haven't been
up there for years, man.

You know, they're really not
very nice people.

Yeah, well, be that as it may,

you led me to believe
that she was little more

than an acquaintance,
and that's not true.

- Yeah, well, I'm sor--
I'm sorry.

I didn't know what to say.

- I panicked.
- Why?

- Look, well, people round here
like to talk.

You know, if it got out that
I was close to Lorna and Thomas,

and, you know, I had something
to do with her death...

- Well...
- What?

- Well, they'd put it
all over the Internet, man.

You know,
gossiping and the like.

You know, it only takes
one comment.

"The lonely old man,

friends with the young single
mum and her baby."

- Is there anything else
you haven't told us?

Like what?

- Like...do you know
who the baby's father is?

No! No, no no.

- Oh, well, let me
put it like this.

Who do you suspect
Thomas's father is?

Well....

her and Josh used to be
very friendly, so, I don't know.

You know,
that's Lorna's business.

She always kept that side
of her life to herself

and I didn't ask.

- Well, what made you think
her and Joshua were "friendly"?

- He always paid lots of
attention to her work in class.

- Did you ever see them together
outside of the art classes?

- No.
- What, never?

No, I didn't, honest.

[ Chainsaw whirring ]

♪♪

- I thought Jac verified
Josh Heslop's alibi.

- She did.
She called the retreat.

Well, double check it.

- I want specific timings.
- Yes, ma'am.

- And if this Ronnie fella
did work up at Brockburn,

the family must know him.

And you'd think finding
an abandoned baby

in a car at night,

people'd give you straight
answers, wouldn't ya?

Never mind finding a dead body.

So where we heading?

- Take a wild guess.
- Heslop's.

- Right.
[ Engine starts ]

♪♪

♪♪

Ah, it's Nettie.

♪♪

Ah, Nettie, love, erm...

got a couple of questions
for you.

- Now?
- Er, aye.

Now. It that alright?

I mean, is it gonna take long?

'Cause I've actually
got a lot to do.

Now, is Joshua home?

No. He's still away.

And when will he be back?

Not sure.

- Well,
when did he leave exactly?

Well, I really don't know.

He doesn't actually tell me
his every move.

- Now that party at Brockburn
house, did you leave at all

before I turned up
with the baby?

No. Why?

- We're just confirming
everyone's movements that night.

- Well, I was busy serving guests
all night.

Did you know Lorna Falstone?

- I mean, I knew her to look at,
but not to speak to.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

Are you alright, pet?

Yeah, yeah.

Dad doesn't actually
like people been around.

Ah, Mr. Heslop.

- Ah, DS Healey.
- Police.

What have you done now?

- Nothing!
They're just leaving.

- She needs sticking in jail
for that botch up job,

that I've just had to fix up,
you know.

I mean, I did what you said!

- She thinks she knows everything
that there is to know.

She's only been doing it
five minutes, eh?

- But I actually did
what you said.

[ Chuckles ] Kids, eh?

Who'd have 'em?

Thank you for the other night,

by the way,
when you came to the house.

No. No. No. You really helped.
With everything.

- Ah, well, finding a dead body
must've come as a bit of shock.

Well, I appreciate it.

And I'm pretty sure that you
saved me

from fainting in front
of everyone, so...yeah.

Is there, er, something that
we can help you with?

- Well, er, we came
to talk to your son,

but we understand
Joshua's away at the moment?

Yes.

Er, he's teaching
in Bragi Hall.

It's a posh arty type place,
you know.

Make's Brockburn look modest,
you know?

Is that everything then?

'Cause I need to get on
with my jobs.

- Aye, for now.
But we may talk later.

Now, you need any support
Mr. Heslop,

you just let us know.

Right, bye, love.

♪♪

- Oh, ma'am, we've had a call
from Harton Hill Clinic.

Lorna left two voicemails
for her psychologist last week.

Last week?

Why are we only hearing
about it now?

- She didn't realise Lorna
had called.

She's only just listened today
and called us straight away.

Have we got these messages?

Er, yes, ma'am.

Jem, it's Lorna.

I, er,
I need to ask a favour.

I'm trying to move house
and I need a guarantor.

I hope you don't mind
me asking.

Could you give me
a call please?

- And the second one's
quite different.

Jemima, it's me again.

Don't worry.
I'm all sorted now.

My lovely friend Ronnie's
gonna give me the money

and he say's he's happy
to be my guarantor.

I hope I didn't worry you
too much.

I'll let you know my new
address when I'm settled.

Bye. Bye, bye, bye.

- Well, let's bring
Mr. Browne in,

see what other secrets
he's keeping.

[ Doorbell dinging ]

♪♪

[ Knocking ]

♪♪

♪♪

Mr. Browne?

Need to talk to ya.

♪♪

Check upstairs.

♪♪

Hello?

Mr. Browne?

Mr. Browne?

♪♪

Ronnie?

♪♪

What the...?

♪♪

[ Pot clatters ]

♪♪

♪♪

- He's not here.
Do you think he's done a runner?

Nah, his phones still here.

- Which means we
can't track him.

♪♪

Right, cancel all your plans.

Mark, I want the CCTV footage
from Kirkhill village

covering the last two hours.

- Er, what's happened?
- Ronnie Browne's gone missing.

- We've got an abandoned baby,
a dead mother

and now a missing old fella.

Now, these have
to be connected.

I want him found.

Meanwhile, Jac, get over
to Bragi Hall

and talk to Joshua Heslop
in person.

We need to know
his exact movements.

Yes, ma'am.

I've also got Lorna's financial
records from the clinic.

Seems she had
a wealthy benefactor.

15,000 worth
for eating disorder treatment.

All from Crispin Stanhope's
account.

Crispin Stanhope?

- The payments were authorised
by Dorothy Elmsworth.

She handles the family's
financial affairs.

- What?
- S-Sorry, ma'am.

She didn't give the impression
she was involved that much.

♪♪

Aiden.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Brakes squeal ]

I wasn't expecting you.

Is Dorothy here?

- Er, no, she's in the cottage
I expect.

- Shall I call her?
- Er, no.

We'll get to her soon enough.

Now, at the party you told me
you didn't know Ronald Browne,

but we've subsequently
discovered he used

to be your grounds man here,
for six years.

Ron, the gardener?

Aye, so you do know him?

- Well, I know of him,
he used to work here.

I wouldn't say that I knew him.

I had no idea that's who
you were referring to.

- Ah.
- Well, don't tell me

he's responsible for this.

To think that anyone connected
to Brockburn

could have something to do
with this...terrible business.

- And were you aware
that your father paid

- Lorna Falstone's medical bill?
- What?

To the tune of 15,000.

Well, that's ridiculous.

♪♪

Sorry, what am I looking at?

- That's an invoice
for Lorna's treatment

at the Harton Hill Clinic.

- What kind of clinic?
- Eating disorders.

Approved by Dorothy.

♪♪

Now why do you think
Crispin would have done that?

- I have no idea.
- Really?

- No. Of course not.
- Juliet, can I remind you

this is a murder investigation?

Now, did you know Lorna?

- Well, we all know each other
in some capacity.

- Only we're looking into
the possibility...

that Crispin was her father.

- Oh.
- You don't seem very surprised.

- Well, do you think
that is a possibility?

- This whole thing is a disaster.
Marcus is gonna be furious.

- Do you think your father could
also have been Lorna's father?

- Well,
I suppose it's a possibility.

You know as well as I do, he
couldn't keep it in his pants.

♪♪

Seems like that's as close

to straight answers
we'll get from her.

Aye. Right.

Call the station

and see if there's any news
on Ronnie Browne.

Ma'am.

Dorothy?

- Hello.
- I was just

on my way to see you.

Have you got a minute?

- Of course.
- Erm...

I understand
you acted for Crispin

- regarding his financial matters.
- That's right.

- And you've approved payments
to the Harton Hill Clinic

to pay for
Lorna Falstone's treatment?

- I did.
- Why would Crispin

want you to do that?

- He paid me
to keep his finances in order,

not to poke my nose
into his personal life.

- Oh, so it was
personal matter then?

- I assumed.
- Hmm.

- So what else did you
arrange for him?

Many things.

- His will?
- I did.

- And was Lorna mentioned
in the will?

No.

- Not officially.
- But?

- Crispin wanted her to have
the Falstone farm.

- So, if Lorna wasn't mentioned
in the will...

how do you know he wanted her
to have the farm?

There was a letter.

To me, as a trustee
of his estate.

- And do the family know
about that letter?

- Marcus does.
Not Harriet and Juliet.

Or at least, we've never
spoken about it.

- Can I see it?
- It went missing from my office

a couple of months ago.

I initially thought
I'd mislaid it but, then...

- Harriet put the house
on the market, right?

- Actually, I believe it was
Marcus who pushed for that.

♪♪

Vera.

I've seen more of you
these past days

than in the last 20 years!

Oh, more like 30.

- Tell me you've found out what's
happened to that poor girl.

- Ah, not yet, no.
- [ Sighs ]

I do worry.
For you.

- I'm sorry, Harriet,
I'm not with you.

Well, what will people think

if you don't "crack the case,"
as they say?

- [ Scoffs ] Well, "people" won't
think anything

because we will crack the case.

- I just hope being at Brockburn
isn't a distraction for you.

You know, a reminder
of everything you went through

with Hector.

- Oh, I've long since
made my peace with Hector.

I mean, no father's perfect,
are they?

- I suppose.
- As I could see from those

lovely photo's
Juliet kindly sent over.

Really? That's nice.

Well, I better get on.

That's a good idea.

♪♪

♪♪

- You've got some nerve,
I tell you, coming up here...

asking if I'm Lorna's Dad.

- Look, I know it's not
the easiest of subjects --

Easiest of subjects?!

My daughter's lying on a slab,
and you want to delve into...

Don't, Robert.

They're just trying
to do their job.

- Their job is to find
who killed Lorna.

- Now and in order to do
that we need to know

every detail of Lorna's life,

no matter how difficult.

[ Thomas fussing ]

Lorna's my daughter.

That's all there is to it.

Robert, come here.

Come and take him down
for a nap.

And have one yourself.
You're exhausted.

It's come to our attention

that Crispin Stanhope
paid Lorna's medical bills.

- Mm-hmm.

Did you know that?

I did.

- Was Crispin
Lorna's biological father?

It's possible. Yes.

And did Lorna know?

She did.

And instead of blaming me,

she took it out on the person
who loved her most.

Robert.

♪♪

- Maybe she was killed
because she had a stake

in the whole Brockburn Estate.
[ Mobile phone ringing ]

Jac, any news?

- Nobody's seen Ronnie Browne
since yesterday.

- Right.
Well, keep me posted.

Still nothing on Ronnie?

No.

Maybe he hasn't legged it.

Maybe he knew something
about Crispin's letter,

and someone needed to shut him
up before we talk to him again.

♪♪

- Catrina, this is what happens
when suspicion and jealousy

go to war with reason
and common sense.

- I'm always telling
DC Lockhart that.

Is there somewhere
we can talk, pet?

- Do I need a solicitor?
- Well, I don't know, do you?

- I mean, you're not gonna try
and stitch me up?

- [ Chuckles ] No,
this arts centre at Brockburn...

What about it?

- That's gonna cost
an awful lot of money

to get it up and running,
isn't it?

- Yes?
- Well, not a single person

that we interviewed
at your party

planned to invest
a single penny.

- People always say that.
- Do they?

- Doesn't mean they can't
be persuaded.

Oh, the hard sell, eh?

- Needs must.
- And whose idea was it

to put the Falstone Farm
on the market?

- Er...
I can't remember now.

- And I assume
all the proceeds from that

will be going
towards this venture.

Yes. They will.

- Well, it seems that's your
only solid capital investment.

- Making it a crucial sale,
right?

- Is that a crime?
- Ah, possibly.

Now what do you know about
a letter from Crispin Stanhope

stating he wanted Lorna
to inherit the Falstone farm?

- Nothing.
Nothing at all.

- Well, perverting the course
of justice...

is an offence, Marcus.

♪♪

- I d-don't know the details.

- Ah, so you do know
about the letter.

[ Exhales sharply ]

W-With all due respect,
I'm having a hard time

understanding what any of this
has got to do with me.

- Because if Lorna had a claim,
in any way, on that farm,

it would render your project
a non starter,

and you know it.

- But she didn't have
a claim on it!

All the letter says is he would
prefer the farm to go to Lorna.

- Ah, you even know
the details of the letter?

- [ Stammers ]
Well, it doesn't matter because

that's not
what he said in the will!

[ Mobile phone ringing ]

- Do you know Ronnie Browne,
Kirkhill village?

No. Should I?

Where were you yesterday?

I was here rehearsing.

It was too late to get
back to Brockburn.

Anyone with you?

A few colleagues.

I was helping them
with their lines.

Oh, I see.

Ma'am, that was Aiden.

We need to go.

Now, ma'am.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Is that bruising?
- It is indeed,

and I don't even
have to open him up

to confirm
that he was strangled to death.

- Why not?
- I'm trialling

some new technology
for the big tech company.

Listen, it's going to
transform forens--

- No, we're a bit pushed
for time, Paula,

having two murders now
on our hands.

So is there anything useful
about where he was found?

- Yes, it seems that he was
rolled down the bank

and into the stream.

We found bike tracks
at the top.

What sort of bike?

- A quad bike.
- A quad bike?

- And we know who's got
one of them.

- [ Mobile phone ringing ]
- Aye, Nettie Heslop.

It's Jac.

Er, Jac, your on speaker phone.

- Ma'am, so I've just left
Bragi Hall.

- And?
- Joshua Heslop didn't arrive

until late Thursday night.

So his alibi checks out.

- To a point.
- What do you mean?

- Well, he's covered
for Lorna's death,

but he left yesterday morning
at 11:00,

after a phone call
from his sister.

Right.

Thanks, Jac.

So Joshua leaves
there at 11:00.

Ronnie goes
missing about 2:30.

- Josh could have gone home
in that time.

- Aye, and could easily
have got over to Kirkhill.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Music blaring loudly
in distance ]

- Bit early for a
party, in't it?

- Take a photo of these tyres
before we knock.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Can I help you?

Ah, Nettie, love.

- Is that Joshua home?
- Yeah, must be.

- Now, were you out
on the quad bike last night?

- No.
I mean, I don't think so.

- What do you mean,
you don't think so?

No. I wasn't.

♪♪

Joshua Heslop?

DCI Stanhope.
DS Healey.

We need to talk to you, love,
about Lorna Falstone.

Is there somewhere
we can chat in private, love?

♪♪

And can you turn the music off,
pet, as soothing that it is?!

♪♪

Sorry about the mess.

I'll find some chairs.
[ Music stops ]

- Before you left Bragi Hall
yesterday,

you received a call
from your sister.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Well, what about?

- Er nothing.
She just wanted to talk.

- Did you talk about
Lorna's death?

- No. I mean, not really.
Obviously we spoke about her.

- What time did you
get back here?

- Not until late.
After midnight.

- Ah, but you left Bragi Hall
at 11:00 AM.

So [chuckles] what where you
doing until midnight?

Where were you?

- Nowhere. Just...around.
- Could you be more specific?

- I went for a walk
and then I went in the pub.

Alone?

[ Scoffs ] Yeah.

Which pub?

The Crow's Nest.

- What exactly was
your relationship with Lorna?

- She came to my art classes
in Kirkhill.

We were just good mates.

- Are you the father
of her baby?

- No! I'm not Thomas' father.
Who told you that?

Ronald Browne suggested it.

Well, I don't know why he'd say
something like that.

- So you knew him?
- Er, yeah.

I think he's a really
nice bloke.

He thought the world of Lorna.

- Well, we're now also
investigating his death.

♪♪

- R-Ronnie's dead?

Yes.

- Were you ever in a romantic
relationship with Lorna?

- I can't believe it.
Both of 'em?

- Can you answer the question?
- No.

We were just really
good mates...

until she got pregnant,
and then we stopped doing stuff.

Stopped hanging out.

Look, is that all?

I need to get some sleep.

- Is that one of
Lorna's paintings?

Yeah.

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- Where is that?
- I don't know.

It's something she painted
again and again.

Yeah. Is it a real place?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Anyway, Joshua, we're gonna send
someone to take a DNA sample,

and we will need
to talk to you again,

so don't leave the area.

♪♪

Didn't even ask how either
of them died.

- No.
- Get his DNA off him

and tell 'em
I want it back A.S.A.P.

Absolutely, ma'am.

- We're now looking
at Joshua Heslop

as Ronnie Browne's killer.

And we're ruling out
Marcus Branagh because

he claimed he was working
with a colleague yesterday.

And unfortunately, yes,
that has been corroborated.

Now, we've spoken to Joshua,

and he told us he did have
a relationship with Lorna

but claims it was platonic.

But Ronald Browne told us

he thought Joshua could possibly
be the baby's father.

Now, Joshua went
to this Bragi Hall retreat

early Thursday evening,

so that rules him
out of Lorna's murder,

but he left there yesterday
morning around 11:00 AM

after receiving a call
from his sister.

- What about?
- Nothing specific, he says.

- Oh, so he could have
killed Ronnie.

- Ah, well, the timings fit.
- Right, he claims that he

was walking and drinking alone
from the moment he got back

- until late last night.
- Yeah, so get over to

the Crow's Nest, Kenny --
that's where he said he went --

- and see if that checks out.
- Will do, ma'am.

- Now, maybe he thought
Ronnie had killed Lorna,

went there to confront him.

[ Phone ringing ]
Or even if he didn't think that,

he still could have gone there

- to his house.
- DS Healey?

- He knew Ronnie and Lorna
were friends.

And, well, Joshua's a drinker,
he's hot headed.

Maybe it was an accident,
things got out of hand.

Ma'am, Lorna's baby's missing.

Jill thinks he's been abducted.

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♪♪

Molotov cocktail, ma'am.

The fire was started
deliberately in their barn.

- [ Sighs ]
- You've got to find him!

- Okay, now tell me exactly
what happened.

Everything you can remember.

- We've done that!
We've told them!

- I'm sorry, pet, but I need
to hear it for myself.

Now what time did you
last see Thomas?

- Oh, God.
- It's okay. Jill...

We've got to go through it
again.

- [ Crying ] Oh, God.
[ Sniffles ]

We had our tea, I gave Thomas
a bath and Robert

gave him his last bottle.

Yeah, he didn't finish it.

He -- He went off
after six ounces,

so I put him down
just after 6:20.

- What, into his cradle?
Now was that upstairs?

Yes. In our room.

- I went back five minutes
later to...

to give him the rest,
but he was well away.

- 6:35. That was the last time
I checked up on him.

- So at 6:35,
he was still there?

Yes.

And that's when I saw the fire
in the barn.

- And you both came over
to the barn?

- Yes. And that's when
someone must have...

- Yeah. When you got back,
Thomas had gone?

Yes!

Okay.

Now, do you know
a Joshua Heslop?

Er, Heslop?

Er, is he the chap who was
clearing up after the storm?

- Who lives on the estate?
- No. His son.

- Josh.
- Josh? No. No.

I don't know him, why?

- Now, are you sure
Lorna didn't mention a Joshua?

- Yes, I'm sure!
- Okay, love,

now we need to take
a look around inside,

so come on, let these people
get on with their job.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Oh, God.

♪♪

- I think us going up there
has pushed Josh over the edge

and he's panicked.

He's come down
and snatched his son.

'Cause he thinks it's the end
of the road for him.

Panic and a baby --
that's not a good combo.

Where's he taken him?

♪♪

I need to check something.

♪♪

Love, I have to go now,
but DS Healey will stay

and he'll take care of yeah,
alright?

Where are you going?

- Just stay here.
I'll be in touch.

[ Rain falling ]

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Joshua?

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[ Exhales sharply ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

- You've reached the Voicemail
of Detective Sergeant Healey.

- Aiden,
meet me at the Palaihora Lane.

It's just past the old school.

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[ Thomas cooing ]

Oh.

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[ Gunshot fires ]
Oh!

♪♪

- Emergency dispatch.
- I need back up! Now!

♪♪

[ Groans ]

♪♪

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

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[ Breathing rapidly ]

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Ma'am?!

Are you okay?
Have you been shot?

- [ Exhales sharply ]
Don't start.

- What's happened?
- I banged my head on the wall.

We need to get up
to the Heslop's.

But you need first aid!

Are you coming or what?

Oh, Jac.

Search this place

and get an SFO team up
to the Heslop farm.

Ma'am.

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[ Brakes squeal ]

♪♪

- Hold on, ma'am.
We've got to wait for SFOs.

[ Huffs ]

They're saying 20 minutes.

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Cuckoo pint.

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- Why do you always do that?!
Why do you stick up for him?!

You lot don't care!
You never tell me the truth!

- What's going on?
- Is Thomas okay, pet?

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

- Why's she got Lorna's baby?
- Listen, love,

why don't you give Thomas
to DS Healy here

and we can talk about this?

- Talk about what?
What haven't you told me?

- You haven't even been here,
Josh.

Let's just stay calm.

Now then, whose is
the pick up truck in the barn?

- What?
- With the broken windshield.

Now is it your dad's?

- W-What?
- Is your Dad here, love?

Is he in the house?

My Dad?

- [ Crying ] This isn't
what you think it is.

- I know, you don't have to
protect him any longer, love.

It's over.
Now you come with us.

Come on.

Come.

Dad, please.

- What are you doing?!
Dad, just put the gun down.

- Now listen to your daughter,
Mr. Heslop.

Why? It's over.

She just said so herself.

Aw, not for your children
it's not, Mr. Heslop.

Not for Nettie, Joshua...

and Thomas it's not.

What did you just say?

- Now, Nettie is leaving now.
- Dad?

- She's leaving
with my colleague.

Tell us.

What did you do?

I never meant to hurt her.

You killed her?

[ Breathing heavily ]

You killed Lorna?

You murdered her!

- [ Grunts ]
- Get her out!

- Come!
[ Men grunting ]

You murdered her!

[ Laughing ]

- [ Gun cocks ]
- Hey, Joshua put the gun down.

You make me sick!

Go on!

- Shoot me.
- Joshua.

He's not worth it, pet!

Think! You can get
through this, love!

I can't. I won't.

You can, and you will.

I loved her.

- I loved her.
- You killed her!

- Joshua, if you shoot,
you'll be as bad as him.

You'll go to prison.
Is that what you want?

- I don't understand.
I don't understand any of it.

- Now, just -- just you give me
the gun, pet.

Just -- Just --
Just give me the gun!

Nial Heslop, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Lorna
Falstone and Ronald Browne!

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Come on!

Hey!

[ Sobbing ]

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♪♪

- Why didn't Nettie
say something?

- Oh, the lass was just keeping
her dad's secrets for him.

We've all done that.

Displaced sense of loyalty
make you believe anything.

- How did you find the lodge?
- Well, from her paintings.

Suddenly the penny dropped.

Harley Lodge, my dad used to
take me there when I was a kid,

when we came to visit
the big house.

I always had in the back
of my mind,

why where they being
so secretive, hm?

They're both young,
free, single.

Why go sneaking about?
Don't make sense!

And then I realised the only
person at the scene apart

from yours truly

who hadn't been eliminated
was Nial Heslop.

And then when I saw that foliage
on the bumper of his pickup,

well, that confirmed it to me.

It was the same as that
found on Lorna's body.

Cuckoo pint.

You know, I can't help thinking

when I found that bairn
in the motor...

♪♪

...if only I turned
up sooner...

♪♪

- I'm sorry about the bump
to the head.

The bump?

You took a shot at me!

- I needed a -- a dis--

distraction...to get away.

- Ah, well, I'd say, I came off
better than Lorna and Ronnie.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it, you know.

- Killing Lorna,
or killing Ronnie?

I didn't kill Lorna.

- She collapsed.
- Aye.

While you were trying
to strangle her.

What was your relationship
with Lorna exactly?

Oh, me and Lorna?

Hmm.

Well, we, er...

we wanted to be together.

Before Thomas was born,

we used to meet
up in that lodge

where no one could see us.

- And she was, what, roughly
the same age as your daughter?

I don't know, didn't matter.

We had plans. A life.

Away from here.
Just...the two of us.

- Together.
- Ah.

Is that why she was
running away from you

in a force 10 gale?

- Not me, yeah,
that was because of him.

Him? You mean Ronald Browne?

- Yeah, that feeble excuse
of a man.

Going on about, you know,
how she could be an artist

and, er, look after Thomas
on her own terms...

didn't need anyone else.

He just wanted her for himself.

See this...this...

all of this,
it's all down to him.

- All of it!
- Ah, well, newsflash, love.

Ronnie didn't know you had
anything to do with Lorna.

- I went over to his place
to have it out with him,

and he was...
[ Stammering ]

He was acting all innocent.

And that's when...

♪♪

...he told me...

[crying]
how f-fond he was of Lorna.

- And that's why you killed
an innocent man?

Because he was fond?!

I loved her!

I loved her!

- Why did you even go
to his house?

Lorna was already dead.

Aye.

No. No. No.
S-She was dead because of him!

- Mr. Heslop, Ronald Browne
didn't kill Lorna. You did.

No. No. No. No.

I couldn't let her
take away my boy.

- So why didn't you go back
for your boy?

Hmm?

After you'd chased his mom
to her death?

Ah, you couldn't do that could
you, draw attention to yourself?

No, you'd rather leave the bairn
to the mercy of the storm!

[ Crying ]

No, I would have gone back.

- I would've.
- So why didn't ya?!

But when I saw Nettie was...

was...

was holding him
in the kitchen...

I just...

- I didn't know what to do!
- If you ask me,

they're all better off
without you.

The loyalty Nettie
has shown you...

Hey.

I'm her father.

♪♪

She should be loyal to me.

- Yeah, well, that doesn't
make you her master...

any more than it did Lorna's.

Take him down.

♪♪

- Thanks for bringing
the rest of his things.

Ah, you're welcome, love.

And for finding him.

Are you okay? Your head?

- Oh, this? It's nothing.
Just...throbs a bit.

And, erm...

him?

What's gonna happen to him?

- Well, hopefully,
he'll plead guilty as charged

and then you can start
rebuilding your lives.

♪♪

Oh,

and we've had the results
of the DNA test back.

Lorna was not related
to the Stanhopes.

You are Thomas'
biological grandfather.

- Thanks, but none of that
ever really mattered to me.

- Lorna was always mine.
- Ah.

Oh, I see they've taken
the for sale sign down.

- Er, yes.
Erm, Harriet called earlier.

They're not going to sell?

- They are.
- To us.

- Ah, well, watch her, make sure
she gives you a fair price.

- Tarah.
- Bye-bye.

Thank you.

I can't believe it.

He actually came in here,
didn't he, Vera?

Yeah.

And pretended to find her
like that,

and all the time
he killed her himself.

- What a terrible person.
- Well, quite.

- It's like something
from a horror film.

Don't be so dramatic, Juliet.

- Anyway, I just thought
you're people would like to know

I did "crack the case."

- Indeed.
Job well done.

♪♪

- Was that a
compliment, Harriet?

[ Chuckles ] Of course it is!

Oh, and we really didn't know
about Daddy's letter.

Yeah, I believe ya.

- Would you like to stay
for a cup of tea, Vera?

- Ah, thanks, Juliet.
Somewhere to be.

Well, don't be a stranger.

[ Chuckles ]

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