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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.

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- 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?

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- Aiden? - Guess whose brother was

also an inpatient at Harton Hill Clinic?

- Who's? - Paul Blackstone.

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- 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.

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Aiden.

♪♪

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[ 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.

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♪♪

♪♪

- 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.

♪♪

- 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.

♪♪

♪♪

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 ]

♪♪

♪♪

Joshua?

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

[ 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.

♪♪

[ Gunshot fires ] Oh!

♪♪

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

♪♪

[ Groans ]

♪♪

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing rapidly ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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 ]

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- 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...

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

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- 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...

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...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.

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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.

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- 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.

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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.

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- 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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