All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley 3x01 In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner

- To the future.
- The future.

- Do I say anything to Havers?
- No. I'll deal with her tomorrow.

Sir...?

Havers.

I'll be glad when this is over.

He has a high opinion of you.
He won't want to lose you.

You'll be fine.

Yeah.

Thanks for your support, sir.

Thank you.

It was registered to a Gerard Cole
four weeks ago.

Must have cost a bob or two.

Doesn't look like the motive
was robbery, sir.

Well done, Billy.

Uniformed's loss is our gain.

Demoted?!

I think I have made myself clear.

But I have worked really hard
to become a DS, sir

- I had no choice.
- Neither had I.

You shot a fellow police officer
with a flare gun.

- How can I condone...?
- Saving a child's life?

You sure that's the tone
you wish to take with me?

I'm sorry, sir.

Does Inspector Lynley
know of your decision?

He recommended it.

But he knows what this job means to me.

Sir, if I could just
appeal against this...

Just one more chance and I swear...

I suggest you now go to the stores

where you will be issued
with a uniform.

Yes, sir.

Havers! Havers!

You knew, didn't you?

He discussed it with me.

He said you recommended it.

- Look, Havers...
- You could have at least warned me.

But you said it would be all right.

It will be all right. This is
just a setback...

Sorry. It's Webberley... Yes, sir?

Right away, sir.

I'd better...

Young woman named Nicola Maiden.

Her father's a retired
superintendent from Manchester.

His wife runs a country-house hotel.

They only had one child.

Just a bit older than my Jenny.

- You said a double murder, sir.
- Yes - the lad she was with.

Two kids out camping.

Anyway, North-West have requested assistance
from another source to retain objectivity.

You'll be working with a DS Hanken,

currently acting-inspector
to cover a sick leave.

Right.

She's pretty devastated, sir.

Havers? She's lucky I don't
have her on traffic duty.

Can I ask you what you
do have in mind for her?

The best thing for her is
to get out of the front line

and knuckle down
to some old-fashioned police work.

Sir,

They found this in the fire.

- "Say no before it's too late"
- I can read, Billy.

File it.

Hanken.

Yeah.

Inspector Lynley?

That's excellent.

Hello!

- Derbyshire - a double murder.
- How long for?!

Ask a stupid question!

Derbyshire is very
beautiful this time of year.

Maybe you could take some days off

I can't just drop everything. You're
not the only one with an important job.

All right, then.

Let's just have fun tonight.

I phoned the restaurant, cancelled
the reservations for tomorrow night

and made them for tonight instead.

There's a reason we made it tomorrow

I need to prepare for
a meeting in the morning.

Let's do it when I get back.

So how did it go with Barbara?

As expected. She got demoted.

Webberley told her I recommended it.

You saved her career.
I hope you pointed that out to her.

Havers knows what I think of her
without spelling it out.

Look, I'm off
first thing in the morning.

Since you have a lot of paperwork
to do, I may as well follow suit.

Get up to speed on the case.

DS Hanken, sir.

Can I just say what a great honour it is

to be working with a
man of your reputation?

Thank you.

This is...?

Billy Slaven. Trainee
detective constable.

He's a good lad. Keen. Willing to learn.

Nice to meet you, Constable.

The campsite was ransacked.

But a valuable bike and money
were left behind. So...

We're ruling theft out as a motive.

Unless the killer wasn't
after money or a bike.

Yeah. Obviously.

Anyway, Nicola was ID'd by her father

Cole, that's the other victim

26. Artist or some such...

No family to speak of,
but he was ID'd by his landlady.

- Didn't get much out of her.
- A bit barking.

Anyway, sir, we'd really value
your expertise on this one.

Very tricky.

The bodies laid out
all night in t'rain, so

not much forensic and no
murder weapon, no witnesses.

But I did find this at the site.

"Say no before it's too late."
It's clearly meant for Nicola.

Do you think we're looking
for more than one killer?

No.

The pathologist is ready for you.

- This way, sir.
- Thank you

Billy!

Depressed fractures to the skull
consistent with blunt trauma.

Repeated blows - a frenzied attack?

Have you any idea if the assailant
was male or female?

From the intensity of the blows,
I'd be inclined to say male,

but it doesn't rule out a strong female.

We found debris in the
overlying laceration,

traces of mineral consistent
with stones in the area

I wish you have a lab report but
I'd said you are looking for a

chunck of sharp edged rock

size of a small melon.

???

We've found similar
fragments on the female.

And traces of the
male's blood and bone.

So they were killed by the same weapon
and, most likely, the same person.

You think he was killed first
and she was running away?

Yeah.

Any indication of sexual attack?

No sexual injuries.

But see this?

She was pregnant. Very recently.

As I've examined her uterus and
there are no products of conception.

Miscarriage?

Either that or a termination.

- Mrs Maiden?
- Yes. I'm sorry, we're...

Oh. You must be Inspector Lynley.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. I expect you'd like to
speak to my husband. He's upstairs.

Andy...

Inspector Lynley's here.

Good.

Good.

- Andy Maiden.
- I'm so sorry, Mr Maiden

Andy. And thank you. I know it's
not easy. Worst part of the job.

I never got used to it,
even after 30 years.

So... this must be Nicola's room?

She didn't live here. Just
the odd weekend. She...

She had a flat at the university.

We don't have much to go on.

This isn't going to be easy
for you, but I need to get

as complete a picture as
I can about your daughter.

Particularly last three days.

Of course.

Did she have any problems that you
know about, anything troubling her?

Nicola only worried about two
things - exams and the dentist.

We found the remains of a letter.

All we could make out was,
"Say no before it's too late".

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Did Nicola have a boyfriend?

- Yes.
- Julian Britton.

Really?

The name of the other
victim was Gerard Cole.

Did you know him?

Look. I've been over all this

Nicola had lots of friends,
Inspector, male and female.

She was a very popular girl.

Don't you think that Julian might have had
a problem with her camping with another man?

No. You are barking of the wrong tree.

Julian's a lovely boy.
He was crazy about Nicola.

Besides, I know who killed my daughter

Andy, you don't.

Someone who wanted
to get at me, that's who.

I've put away some nasty
pieces of work in my time.

If they're not doing open university
degrees or running their empire behind bars,

then they're planning their
revenge for when they get out.

Do you have anyone specific in mind?

No, but you've got my
files at the station.

And I kept my diaries.

We'll definitely pursue it. Thank you.

But you do know you cannot be
actively involved in the investigation?

Am I supposed to stand
here and do nothing?

My daughter's been murdered.
Do you know what that feels like?

I should get going. Got
to check in at the B&B.

Hold on. I thought
you were staying here.

I don't think it would be appropriate.

It's all right. I spoke to
Superintendent Webberley.

He's perfectly willing to allow
it, under the circumstances.

I really...

That's settled. Nan's made up your room.

Hello, darling. It's me. Just to say
there's been a change of plan this end.

I'm staying at Maiden Hall, which belongs
to the parents of one of the victims

I'll call when I can.

- I'm sorry to interrupt.
- Oh, thank you.

And I'm sorry if Andy came
on a bit strong. It's just...

Nicola was his world.

Mrs Maiden...

Nan

were you aware that Nicola
had recently lost a baby?

She had a termination. Please don't
tell Andy. It'd break his heart.

If it becomes relevant to the
investigation, I'm sure he'll find out.

Yes, but for now. Please.

He could see no wrong in her.

Dinner is at seven.

By the way, did Nicola
have a mobile phone?

We didn't find one.

Yes. I have the number somewhere.

Your husband seems convinced that
the motive is revenge against himself

Andy... He needs to be busy.

Be a detective.

Let him contribute something, please?

Of course I will.

At the moment, it's our
main line of enquiry, sir.

Revenge against Maiden.

Yes, sir.

He had a very long career.
Record number of convictions

I could really do with dedicating
officer solely to research his files.

But surely there's someone
up there who could do it?

We're pretty stretched up here, sir.

I was wondering if you could spare Havers?

Havers is currently on her last warning.

I'm well aware of that, sir. But...

As you said yourself,

she needs to knuckle down to
some old-fashioned police work.

What I don't want her just
thinking she is in the clear.

She won't think that once she
sees what I've got lined up for her.

Well, I don't know

I'll keep her on a tight rein.

You'd better.
Because if she messes up...

I'll take full responsibility, sir.

Can you have it serviced,
please? Don't waste police time!

Sir.

Manchester?

Yeah. I can be on the next train.

Jolly good, and you can
leave that uniform at home.

Mr Britton?

- Yes?
- I'm Inspector Lynley.

I take it you're here because
of the murder of that little tart.

I'm suddenly supposed to start
liking her because she's dead?

Julian's round the back.

Thank you.

Here.

I said I didn't want anything.

- It was upsetting for me too.
- You hated Nicola.

I'd never have wished that on her.

I know you're upset, but it'll be OK.

You don't know anything

Julian Britton?

- Yes?
- Inspector Lynley

I'm in charge of the investigation
into Nicola's murder

I'm Samantha Blair. I found the body.

Yes. I've read your statement.
Thank you.

- Samantha's my cousin.
- Second cousin.

Right. Can we have a
word, please? In private.

- Did you know Gerard Cole?
- No.

Wasn't it unusual she went
camping with another man?

Your point being?

My point being did you suspect
she was seeing someone else?

She wasn't. Nicola loved me.

We were speaking about getting married.

You were engaged?

Not exactly. She said she
wanted time to think about it.

She said she loved me, but she didn't
feel she fitted in with my family.

- Meaning my father.
- Why?

- He hated her on sight.
- Any reason you can think of?

Do drunks need reasons?

Did you tell him you
wanted to marry her?

We had a fight about me bringing
her into his house, and I told him.

Come on! You're not suggesting...

The man's blind drunk
by ten every night.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to harm her?

No.

Or write a threatening letter?

A threatening letter?

We found the remains of a letter.

It said, "Say no before it's too late".

I know nothing about that.

- Did you know she was pregnant?
- Yes.

- Could the baby have been yours?
- Of course it was mine.

Is that why you asked her to marry you?

I loved her.

I wanted the baby.

SHE didn't. She had an abortion.

Did you know?

No, I didn't.

Are you absolutely
sure the baby was yours?

Is this relevant, Inspector?

At this stage, everything's relevant.

I need to ask where you
were the night before last.

I was here.

Daddy was dropping a litter.

Can anyone verify that?

I can. I was with him. I live here.

Me and Jules are renovating the house.

Identify the body at nighttime.
It's been such a shock.

- How long did Cole live here?
- Oh, about three years.

The idea of him lying
out there all night.

Who would do such a thing?

That's what we're trying to find
out, so if we could see his room

- I'll take you up.
- Just the keys will be fine.

Woh!

Look at this bad boy.

Concentrate, Billy.

Let's just find what we're looking for.

What are we looking for, exactly?

Anything that tells us what connection
was between Cole and Nicola Maiden.

Eheh.
What?!

Don't get paid enough for this!

Some of these are quite good, sir.

Guy got his head bashed in, Billy.

It wasn't for two-bit sketches
any street artist could do.

Hardly, sir. You can't get
people to strip in the street.

Give me strength.

What do you think Cole and Nicola
Maiden were doing in that tent?

Not singing "Ging-gang-gooly-gooly"!

Sir...

Bingo! Now, let's get out of here
before we catch something.

So will you give up teaching
to concentrate on your writing?

Teaching's still really important to me.

The students give me
more than I can give them.

So, I've no plans to give up.

Grey Dawn is your first novel
and has been described as,

"a compelling testimony
to love and personal honesty."

Is it in any way autobiographical?

All writers draw on their
own life experiences.

Often in oblique ways...

Sorry, I've dried, sorry.

Excuse me. Inspector Lynley. I'm
here to talk about Nicola Maiden.

Yes, of course.

If you could excuse us.

Sorry to interrupt.
I tried your office.

No need to apologise.

I lecture to 500 students at a
time without batting an eyelid.

Stick a camera in front of
me and I'm a nervous wreck.

My hands are sweating.

It's dreadful news about Nicola,
Inspector. We're all devastated.

I understand you were her tutor.

Until a couple of months ago.

She dropped out.

Really? Her parents were under
the impression she was still here.

This isn't like school, Inspector.

We don't have parents'
nights and progress reports.

- Did she give any reason?
- Not really.

She wasn't handing in assignments.
Her attendance was getting worse.

I offered her extra tutorials,
hoping she would find a way back.

But her mind was on other things.

- Was she in some kind of trouble?
- Oh, quite the opposite.

She was from a good home.
No financial worries

I've got students working two and three
jobs to see themselves through uni.

Sometimes it's the ones that
get it easy that give up first.

Anyway, sorry, I've not been much help.

Did you know Gerard Cole?

The name's familiar.
Is he a student here?

The other victim.

That's where I've seen his
name. I read it in the paper.

No, he wasn't one of ours

- I really must get back.
- Good luck.

Found this in Cole's flat, sir.

Obviously they were lovers.

My guess is boyfriend finds out, tails
her, finds them together, goes berserk.

Maybe, or maybe he planned it.

He claims the baby was his and
he wanted to get married to her,

she turned him down

and then had the
abortion against his will.

That's it, sir.

It's the classic crime passionnel,
as the French would say.

You need to excuse him, sir.
He reads a lot.

Oh. Havers...

This is DS Hanken and DC Slaven.
This is DC Havers from London.

I requested her presence.

Oh, right.

Also Nicola Maiden. I went to
her flat, but she's pulled out, so

I'm chasing up the forwarding address.

Has anyone been to the uni?

Yes. I have. I've spoken to her tutor.

Apparently she dropped out.

- Why?
- He didn't really know why.

I bet her friends will know.
I'll go chat to some of them...

No, Havers. I've got something
very particular lined up for you.

OK

Tell me this is a wind-up!

Andy Maiden thinks the killing may
be payback from someone he put away.

There's one more here.

Crime reports. Witness statements.

Scene-of-crime details
and documentary evidence.

I don't buy it.

You're telling me a hardened
criminal turns up and improvises?

The killer wants to make
it look like an amateur.

The killer IS an amateur.

The campsite was a complete mess. A
pro would have covered his tracks,

hidden the fact he was
looking for something.

I suggest you make a start.

Why are you all assuming
Nicola was the target?

I see he was killed first
and she was running away.

Why don't you let me check on him?

Your job's in here.

- A rookie could do this.
- Havers!

Why did you get me up here?

Maybe to keep an eye on you.

Besides...

Yes, sir?

Where else would I get an experienced
sergeant to work for a constable's salary?

You're a good detective. Get this right

and it could be a big step
towards your reinstatement.

You knew?

Nicola and I fought bitterly about it.

I begged her not to give up her
education, but it was no use.

Why didn't you say something?

I was hoping that she would
come to her senses and go back.

Then Andy would never have to find out.

I mean why didn't you tell ME?

I understand that you want to
protect the memory of your daughter.

The habit of a lifetime, Inspector - keeping
difficult, unpleasant things to myself.

All marriages have their own way
of working. This worked for us.

Nicola's mobile number.
I meant to give it to you earlier.

Thank you.

Is there something else, Nan?

Anything?

We had a huge row just before she died.

I said some terrible things.

In the end we weren't even speaking.

How am I going to live with that,
Inspector?

I'm sorry. You have to excuse me.

Ah, there you are

I've not got very far.

For every one I put away, ten
more slipped through the net

I've got a very good officer
doing this back at the station.

I did 20 years in Vice.

Going undercover, mixing with
the sickest minds in the country

I've seen things...

These days, they offer you a session with
the psychologist after every encounter.

But not back then.

My family were my therapy.

My life-support system.

Some nights, I'd come home with
the smell of a brothel still on me.

And just watch her sleeping.

Maybe you shouldn't be thinking
about this all the time.

Well, what else can I do?

Talk to Nan.

I should have a list of
names for you soon.

Can I ask you a question?

Go on.

Well, what do you think
about Havers joining us?

Who am I to question the
great Inspector Lynley?

I've no idea why he's bringing
people in from outside.

In a case like this,
it's local knowledge that...

Just... stretching my legs.

DS Hanken...

Yeah, put them through.

Where's this lot from?

The campsite. They found
that on Gerard Cole.

Wasn't he an artist?

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

So why's he got a student pass?

It's not even his. Tony Easton.

- Really?
- Anyone looked into this?

What's going on?

This should be followed up.
It was found on Gerard Cole.

Cole's not a priority at the moment.

Certainly not for you.

I am part of this team, in
case you hadn't noticed.

You're right. And I have got
a very important job for you.

Get us a cup of tea as good girl.

What?

Is it my accent or your ears?

Count the stripes. Me sergeant,
you plod. Tea. Two sugars. No milk.

- If you think...
- It's all right. I'll get the teas.

- Sergeant?
- Yes, sir?

- Can I have a word, please?
- Sir.

- How do you take your tea?
- Have you got a car, Billy?

Spoke to the letting agency.

The rent's GBP 975 a month.
She had a flatmate.

Hello...

And she had to have an
employer's reference.

A Mr Reeve. PR firm in the city centre.

Come on.

You sure we should be doing this?

I'm about 100% sure we shouldn't.

We won't be long?
Me mam's got the tea on.

Have you read this?

It's really good

Tony Easton was in the
English Department.

But he didn't complete his
studies. His tutor was Dr Webster.

What?

Gavin Webster?

- That's right.
- Cool!

Thank you.

What now?

Inspector Lynley come to see Mr Reeve.

- Martin Reeve. How can I help you?
- Could we come into your office?

Sorry. Got the decorators in.
Can't swing a cat

I understand Nicola
Maiden worked for you.

Yeah. Poor girl.

Terrible shame.

We're all shocked.

Tell you what, we'll
go across the road.

Thank you.

Thanks, Suzie.

You've written "employee".
That should be "ex-employee".

She didn't last long.

Did you fire her?

- She left.
- When was this?

About a month or so ago.

Any reason?

Left to move on,
that's what she told me.

Got herself some posh boyfriend
with a crumbling ancestral pile.

She moved into a flat with a Vi Nevin.

Doesn't ring any bells.

Do you know if she went to another job?

I couldn't say.

What did she do for you exactly?

Usual PR stuff. Dealing
with clients and the like.

Did she have any qualifications
in public relations?

All I know is she was a clever
girl. She learnt the job fast.

I was sorry to see her go.

Lovely girl.

What did you pay her?

- The going rate.
- Which is?

I couldn't say off the top of me head.

Roughly?

I guess she must've been on at least
25K. Not bad for a girl that age.

Very good. Doesn't explain
how she could afford her flat.

Wonder what she's been
living off for last couple month.

Her looks probably.

Pretty girl like that just
has to bat her eyelids,

some rich sod will foot
the bill. Women, eh?

Don't you just love 'em?

- Mrs Webster?
- Yes.

CID

- Is your husband at home?
- Yes, we're in the kitchen.

The police want to speak to you again.

Hello. I'm DC Barbara
Havers and this is DC Slaven.

Can I just say, Mr Webster,
it's a privilege?

I've read your book
and think it's excellent.

The story was just... excellent

Oh, the ending...

...excellent.

Well... Thank you.

Perhaps Constable Slaven
would like a signed copy?

Oh, that would be cracking.

Why, it's a pleasure.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thanks.

I see you're selling.
Are you moving far away?

Well, no. We love this place,
but we could use something bigger.

I take it this about that poor student?

If you could make out to Billy.

Actually, I wanted to ask about
another student. Tony Easton.

I understand you were his
tutor. Are you still in touch?

Tony's dead.

It was nearly two years ago.

Just before his finals.

He'd have got a first. No question

Gavin took it very hard.
He was very attached to Tony.

I suppose it's all right to tell you.

He came out to his parents in his
first year and they disowned him.

Withdrew all financial support.

He had a really tough time.

Typical Gavin. He took
him under his wing.

No, not really. I did what
any decent tutor would do

I encouraged him to keep going.

- How did he die?
- A diabetic coma.

He probably didn't take
enough care of himself.

His poor parents.

If they'd supported
him, he'd still be here.

Yes, well, don't you think they
must torture themselves with that?

Giving time they could came round.

They might have made it up with
him and been proud of their son.

But now they'll never get that chance.

They don't deserve that chance!

As I say, Gavin took it very hard.

He worried that there was
more he could have done.

Mum!

- Excuse me.
- MUM!

Roddy, I'm coming.

Look, em, can I ask what
this is in connection with?

Well, the murder of a young
man named Gerard Cole.

What has that to do with Tony?

They found his ID in Cole's wallet.

Would you have any idea
why he might have had it?

Students fake up these
ID cards all the time.

A ten-minute job on the computer.

Chances are this...

Gerard Cole... found the name
of a dead person and just...

just stole his identity.

Come on, Dad

Julian... Julian? Is that you?

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Leave me.

I'm just trying to help you.

Trying to help.

That's what I was trying to do.

Trying to help you.

What did you just say?

Good boy, good boy.

Go away, Sam.

Forget her, Julian.

She was battered to death.

She didn't want you.
She got rid of your baby.

Who told you that?

I heard the policeman tell you.

- Julian...
- Why did you lie to him?

To help you.

You think I need your help?

I need you to cover for me?

I think... you've been
under a lot of strain lately.

What with this place. And your dad.

But she tipped you over the edge. She
didn't give THAT for your feelings.

Didn't realise what a
wonderful person you are.

But sometimes, Julian, people don't
see what's right under their noses.

I'd do anything to help you.

Anything.

It must have been a terrible shock
for you.

Do you... Do you think he suffered?

No, no. It would have been very quick.

I'll put the kettle on.

Right, better put these on.

This is really exciting. With Hanken,
it was in and out. Fast as he could.

Wham-bam, thank you, ma'am!

This must've set him back a bit.

- But no computer.
- What for?

Making ID cards.

I don't buy that.

The ID didn't even have Gerry Cole's
photo on it. What use is that?

Remind me again why we're doing this.

Because Hanken isn't.

"Claudette - wild and wet".
"Frolics with Francine".

"Lesbian Lovers."

Sir... No, I'm still
hard at it. Yeah...

April 1985.

Lunch?

It's all right, I'll find it.

OK. Bye.

Where were you when I called?

In my office.

I was in your office.

OK, I was doing what Hanken should
be doing. Checking out Gerry Cole.

I found these in his flat.

Give me one good reason...

I'm not convinced Nicola was the
main target. Cole was killed first...

One good reason why I shouldn't
report you straight to Webberley.

Yes, Superintendent...

No, sir. We have no definite
leads at the moment.

Our main line of enquiry is
still revenge on Andy Maiden...

Havers? What can I say?

She's been given the opportunity to
show that she can obey orders, and...

well, she seems to be
knuckling down to it, sir.

From the phone company, sir.

A list of all calls to and from Nicola
Maiden's mobile in the last three months.

Thank you, Billy.

Here, keep the change.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Vi Nevin.

Yeah, I'm Vi. Did Nicola send you?

You don't know about Nicola?

What?

I'm Inspector Lynley.
Can we go inside, please?

Don't tell me you've
actually found something!

I'd rather run it past Inspector
Lynley. It might be nothing

I'll decide if it's nothing.

Are you in the same
line of work as Nicola?

To be able to afford
a place like this...

I've had men like you.

Hoity-toity.
Marbles in their mouth.

Got this client. A barrister.

Likes me in school uniform,
so he can rough me up...

Vi, please.

I just want to ask you about Nicola.

What kind of trouble was she in?

- Nicola could handle herself, OK?
- Apparently not.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I can do this on my own.

So, em, am I in trouble?

Not from me.

But what you're doing isn't very safe.

Especially now that you're on your own.

If you'll let me, I'll talk to
someone I know who can help you

I used to wish I had Nicola's life.

She was beautiful.

Clever.

Her parents loved her. She had a
boyfriend that was crazy about her.

Did you ever envy her at all?

What does that mean?
She looked out for me.

She got me off smack.
She got me away from Reeve.

You were working for Martin Reeve?

Both of you?

- Yeah. That's how we met.
- At his escort agency.

Why did you leave?

He was taking 60%.

So you decided to set
up in competition?

It was Nicola's idea.

And what did Reeve feel about that?

What do you think?

Someone sent Nicola a letter telling
her to say no before it was too late.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Saying no in this game's
not really an option.

Tell me, why would a girl like Nicola,
who had so much going for her...

Why would she become a prostitute?

I don't know.

Kicks? Easy money?

Was she interested in money?

She loved money.

She had plans. Big plans.

About what?

I don't know exactly.

She was the clever one.

I bet there's a list of all
your clients, isn't there?

Yeah.

It's in Nicola's room.

Here.

You're not allowed to touch that

Nicola loved this old thing.

Slept with it every night.

I'm gonna keep it.

She never let me down and I'm
not going to let her down now.

Lynley

I've got a breakthrough, sir

Andy Maiden smashed a vice ring in 1986

Martin Reeve was in it up to his neck.

Reeve owned a brothel that
burnt down. Two prostitutes died.

Reeve sang like a bird to Andy.

Grassed up his sidekicks.

Maiden had him put away for 10 years.

The prison services say that when
Reeves was inside, he had a hellish time.

Nobody likes a grass.

So obviously, that's
quite a grudge to carry.

Interesting. Good work.

That's not all, sir.
Done some more digging.

Turns out that when Reeve was
inside his wife divorced him,

emigrated to America and took
their only kid. A daughter.

You mean, he blamed Maiden
because he lost his daughter, so

he tried to make him
suffer the same way?

Give that boy a lollipop!

And we now know that Nicola set up in
competition, so he would want to punish her.

Motives, eh? First you have none,
then three come along all at once.

Look, Constable...

You did well spotting
a cross-reference,

but leave the rest
to the big boys, yeah?

I say we bring him in.
Lean on him hard.

Reeve is a distinct possibility, but
now we have a new line of enquiry,

knowing Nicola's background
as a prostitute

Billy, I want you to go through her
book of clients, set up some interviews.

We'll go and see Reeve again.

What would you like me to do, sir?

- Keep looking at the files.
- Sir...

What we've got so far
is purely circumstantial.

How did you get in?

You must give me the name of your
decorators. They're very fast, aren't they?

So this is a knocking shop?

An escort agency.

You led us to believe it was a PR firm.

So it is - Private Relations.

I can't help your lazy assumptions.

Don't get lippy with
us. We know all about you

I want it on the record
that I've been co-operating.

Do you remember a
Superintendent Andy Maiden?

No. Should I?

Oh, come on. He's only the
guy that got you put away.

What if he was?

Isn't it rather ironic that his daughter
should end up working for you?

And how ironic that she should
end up doing the dirty on you.

And ended up dead. How ironic's that?

How ironic that I don't give a toss.

So, Nicola took Vi Nevin, plus
their clients and all their income.

And you spot a chance
for double revenge.

What are you accusing me of?

Where were you on the night of
the 30th between eight and ten?

I spent the night with Tania.
One of me girls.

Any witnesses?

I don't like being watched
on the job. Do you?

We'll want to talk with your Tania.

She is not the type to kiss and tell

I want a list of your clients
and everyone that's worked for you.

Book-keeping's not realy me strong point...

Right, just one more
smart-alec comment out of you...

Be my guest.

- Who is it?
- It's me. Barbara...

- Come in, dear.
- I'm sorry

the front door was open.

It's all right.

It doesn't seem right, does it? But
I had to get ready for a new tenant.

What am I going to do
with all Gerry's things?

His clothes, and all these drawings?

Did you know Tony Easton?

Good lord, yes.
He was a tenant of mine.

He lived here with Gerry.

They were always broke,
the pair of them.

Yet the hi-fi seems pretty new
and he had a brand-new bike.

Did Gerry just come into some money?

Things were beginning
to pick up for him.

He said Tony was looking after
him from beyond the grave.

Mind, I never thought Gerry
was a believer.

Earlier, we found a... a
pile of prostitutes cards

I know. He was always
bringing them home.

Had them up here for hours on end.

They were models for his artwork.

I'm not silly

Gerry wasn't interested in girls.

Not like that, anyway

Tony and he... Oh, a lovely couple.

Well, at least they're
together again now.

That's a great comfort to me.

I had my suspicions.

Something about her. Something...

knowing... a heartlessness.

The last time I saw her...

the time we had that terrible
fight, I'd answered her phone.

It was in her bag.

It was a man.

What he said, no mother
should ever have to...

Anyhow, I found money there as well.

Over 500 pounds.

Nicola caught me looking
in her bag and that was...

Inspector, does my husband
have to know about this?

Perhaps you should be
the one to tell him.

I can't.

Our marriage was about Andy's job.

He needed a haven, a wife,

but really I...
I could have been anyone.

Are you married, Inspector?

Yes.

Do you talk to your wife?

I call her every night when I'm away.

Do you know where I'll find Andy?

Martin Reeve.

- Do you remember the case?
- I remember every case.

He ran a brothel.

Still does.

There's no easy way
to tell you this, Andy.

Nicola worked for Reeve.

No, you've made a mistake!

She was a student at the university.

She dropped out and went to work for him.

No.

Until a few weeks ago, when she moved in with
Vi Nevin and then they worked by themselves.

No. I'm sorry. I'm not accepting
it. This is outrageous. I'm sorry.

Please, Andy, I wouldn't tell you this
if there was any doubt at all.

This is my daughter you're
talking about. My Nicola.

I'm so sorry.

This puts Reeve firmly
in the frame, you know.

He's got the motive, flimsy alibi...

He didn't do it. Why would he?

You did put him away for ten years.

While he was inside, he lost his
daughter. He might blame you.

He turned my Nicola
into a slab of meat.

To be pawed over by strangers,

cheating on their wives, acting
out their depraved fantasies.

He'd had his revenge.

Let's go back to the house.

Nan is as upset as you are.

For God's sake! You
never told her surely!

Well, she knew already.

At least, she suspected.

What? And she never said anything?!
I'll never forgive her. Never!

Don't be angry with Nan. She knew
what Nicola was and loved her anyway.

It was my fault, wasn't it?

I tried to make her into
something she wasn't.

That's what you're saying, isn't it?

And so she kicked back at me.

Don't blame yourself.

You did what any parent would do.

Have you got children?

- Talk to her.
- I can't. I can't face her.

- You need each other now.
- I'm sorry.

He's in a dreadful state.

I think I know how to deal
with my own husband, Inspector.

I'm making lamb casserole for dinner.

Actually, Nan, I won't
be staying any longer.

I'm moving into a hotel
nearer the station.

It's, um... It's more convenient.

You do understand?

Yes. Of course.

Lynley.

DS Hanken told me to look
through Reeve's client list, sir.

And, er... well, I checked it against Nicola
Maiden's and I think I've found something

Nicola took all her clients
with her. Except one.

Well done.

You could have told me
that Nicola was a prostitute

I did

I told you she was a tart.

And you were one of her clients.

How did it feel when your son
brought her home as his girl-friend?

I thought we might be
eligible for a family discount.

How do you think I felt!

I want a sample of your handwriting.

Why?

Letter to Nicola -
"say no before it's too late".

So you've finally figured out it was me.

How reassuring to know
we're in such capable hands.

Now why don't you go
and find the killer?

Where were you on Monday night?

Please, Inspector...

I love my son. Enough not to
want him to marry a whore,

but not enough to risk
my liberty for him.

If you must know, I was here, as always,
with my old friend... Jack Daniels.

Are you sure you didn't
know Gerard Cole?

I never met him. I knew Nicola
posed for him and I didn't like it.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

It was Vi Nevin, wasn't it?

She got her into this.

After all Nicola did for her,
this is how she repays her.

Gets her on the game. Filthy junkie...

You still haven't answered my question

I just didn't want to talk about it, OK?

No... It's not OK.

This is a murder investigation.
What else have you been hiding?

This is harassment, Inspector.

You know nothing about harassment

I've been in this game long enough to
know that when people don't co-operate,

generally they're hiding something.

Thanks.

Are you checking up on me?

I'm checking in.

Great.

Nice to see you, too,
Havers. Do you fancy a drink?

Well done on the Reeve front.

Amazing what you can do
when you toe the line.

You think Reeve did it, then, sir?

Certainly had the motive.

I just keep getting half-truths
everywhere I turn.

This boyfriend, Julian -

he's young, strong, has a temper on him.

OK, but what could he be looking for?

Well, I don't know. Hanken...

I know! He's the sergeant -
I'm the constable.

He's the local - I'm the blow-in.
He's the man - I'm the woman.

Are you accusing me of sexism?

Thanks.

Sir, would you let me talk to Vi Nevin?

No. I've spoken to her.

But she may be able to tell us more.

I mean... she might relate to me.

I said no, Havers.

Women talk to women.

And she's vulnerable right
now. She must be frightened.

Course she's frightened!

I think Nicola was, too.

- Of what, exactly?
- I don't know "exactly".

The life she led - streetwise
call-girl, hard as nails -

yet every night she'd cuddle up
with a teddy bear.

Vi may be able to tell us more,

but I'll go and see her tomorrow.

- Oh, no. What's Dick Tracy doing here?
- Dinner was his suggestion.

Why don't you join us? A
bit of PR wouldn't go amiss

I'll pass. No, he's all yours. Enjoy.

This is an absolute pleasure, sir.

There's nothing like
unwinding with a colleague.

What's going on?

I thought we'd have a nice meal,
just the two of us.

Your dad's passed out.

He knew about Nicola.

- What about her?
- That she was a prostitute.

Explains why he hated her so much.
I heard him telling that policeman.

You're always lurking, aren't you?

Listening in. Picking up titbits.

Just looking out for you, Jules.

Here.

You and me. We should be
looking out for each other.

Here's to... the living!

Nicola's dead, Jules.

But I'm here for you.

I can help you forget her.

You make me sick.

Come on. At least with me, you know,
your dad never got that first.

Andy?!

Andy!

Come on up.

Not me! I don't know
what you're talking about!

Thank you. Keep the change.

Miss Nevin!

Vi?

Reeve's your man

I'd stake me career on it.

I still say bring him in.

Give me a shot at
him, sir. I'll crack him.

I don't think so. Green tea?

- No.
- What?

You don't think I've got it in me?

I don't think it's a wise move -
letting him see our hand.

With no hard evidence, we may
have to wait till he trips up.

Or kills again.

Excuse me. That'll be my wife.

- Hi, darl... Oh, hello.
- I'm at Vi Nevin's flat.

You better get over here, sir.

Oh, Andy...

I just wanted to talk to her.

I thought that she might...
you know, open up to me.

After I specifically
asked you not to come here.

We're missing something.
Something to do with Gerry Cole.

I wanted to ask her about him.
Because I think we should be looking...

Stop there.

You are now officially off this case.

- But, sir, please...
- A woman is dead there.

This is neither the time nor
the place for this conversation.

Give your witness
statement to an officer,

and first thing tomorrow
you head back to London

and you report to Webberley.

- Sir.
- Yes, Billy?

I found this, sir.

Have it analysed.

Breakthrough, sir. Neighbours report
seeing a man running to a black BMW. Y-reg.

Reeve.

- Bring him in.
- Yes! I knew I was right!

Tell us what you doing in
Vi Nevin's flat tonight.

I wasn't there.

We found a bag of heroin there
with your fingerprints all over it.

So? I gave it to her ages ago.

A man matching your description
was seen running to his car,

a car very much like yours.

It's a coincidence. Must be.

- We've got eye witnesses.
- We can organise a line-up...

All right.

- I was there.
- I knew it.

- Go on, Mr Reeve.
- I went to see her.

Took her a little present just to ease
the way. Good-quality gear it was, too.

Now, I am co-operating again

I don't care about your co-operation.
Was that the only reason you went?

Maybe it was a bit of
a friendly warning.

I got a good little business going,

and suddenly I got you
lot breathing down me back.

I knew you'd be talking
to her and I wanted to...

- Shut up? Whanted shut her up?
- No.

Tiny slip of a girl.
She wouldn't stand a chance.

She was fine when I left her.

So why didn't you tell
us that before then?

- Why do you think?
- Cos you killed her.

Why would I?

She was a good little earner.
She'd have been back.

Do you know how much clients will pay
for someone who looks 11 years old?

What use is she to me dead?

Not that I don't have
some kinky customers,

but she'd pretty soon pass her sell-by
date, you know I mean, eh?

You're sick!

- I'm charging you with mur...
- Excuse me, Sergeant.

Can we have a word?

I'm in the middle of an interview.

Charge him with living off immoral
earnings, or supplying heroin...

The throwing attempting to pervert the
course of justice. But not murder.

His fingerprints don't match
those on the murder weapon.

Well, if he didn't do
it, who the hell did?

Sir, there's someone to see you.

Samantha?

Who did this to you?

He did. Julian Britton.

What happened?

I'm sorry, Inspector.

You remember I told you I was with
him the night Nicola was killed?

Well, I lied.

- I know that. Why?
- He made me do it.

But I felt really bad about it

I told him I was going
to tell you the truth and

he just went crazy and started
kicking and punching me.

He said he'd do to me
what he did to Nicola.

I thought he was going to kill me.

But I got away.

Take her to the police
surgeon straight away.

All done, sir.
There's nobody downstairs.

Sir!

Right, come on! Mr Britton!
Come on!

Mr Britton!

That's enough, Sergeant!

Is that you, Julian?

We're the police, Mr Britton.
Do you know where your son is?

Such a good boy.

Always trying to help.

He's done a runner.

Right, search the grounds, put an alert.

But if he's detained, I don't want anyone
to interrogate him till I get there.

I mean anyone.

Yeah - it's Julian Britton.

Suicide.

Looks like an admission of guilt to me.

Or despair.

Well, he knew the net was closing in.
Takes the coward's way out.

Looks like we can close the case.

What can I say, sir, it's been a
pleasure working with you.

This case isn't closed yet, Sergeant.

We'll need to take his prints
and see if they match.

- Sir.
- You'd better be on the London train.

Sir.. I think... I've cracked it.

This had better be good

I found this in Gavin Webster's office.

He was having an affair with
one of his students, Tony Easton

who was Gerry Cole's lover

Tony died last year,
and Webster never got over it.

What has this got to do with anything?

Webster lied to me about knowing Cole

I saw something in his flat.
If I could just find it...

You have no idea the
trouble you are in, do you?

A "breach of discipline"
does not begin to describe...

Yes!

This is Cole's writing,
yet it's the same quote

on the front of Gavin Webster's book

Webster denied ever knowing Cole, yet

this shows he was involved
with him in some way.

It's too much to be a coincidence.

Now... he was in love with Tony.

I reckon he was jealous of
Cole and that's why he killed him.

OK...

Maybe Cole threatened to tell Webster's
wife he was gay and he was blackmailing him

and there were large cash
withdrawals on his bank statement.

Why kill Vi Nevin? What was he
looking for at the murder scene?

Well, maybe there's photos
of them together somewhere.

Ask him. Bring him in.
It's the only way we...

WE?! Havers, there is no "we". I made that
clear when I said you were off this case.

You can't ignore this.

You said yourself
Vi Nevin was terrified.

Maybe she was hiding something.

All you've done so far is dig up
some dirt on the man's private life.

If that.

Besides, we think we
know who the killer is.

- Who?
- It doesn't concern you.

I suggest that you phone for a
taxi and go to the railway station.

Bad news, sir

Julian Britton's prints aren't the
ones on the weapon that killed Vi Nevin.

I thought we'd wrapped it up. Looks
like we're back at square one.

Thank you.

I'm going to read a few passages
and then I'll answer any questions.

Love... binds our bodies...

and frees our souls.

Thanks, mate.

I've asked myself that many times.

And the answer is I don't
know where it came from

I've come to accept
that writing is a gift.

A mysterious and beguiling gift.

What Sylvia Plath calls
"that rare, random descent".

I sometimes wond...

Do you recognise these words?

- Yes.
- This is Cole's handwriting.

Look at the date.

It's before your book was published.

If you didn't know Cole, how
could he have written these words?

It's perfectly simple.

I... I let Tony see
an early draft of my book.

He must have picked up on it and
repeated it to this Gerard Cole.

Sir, I've got something
you need to see.

Excuse me.

Havers, I can't...

Sir, please, this evidence is crucial.

You didn't write Grey Dawn.
Tony Easton did.

This is meaningless.

I sent Tony my first draft and
he changed the names for a joke.

Then how do you explain this?

Dear Tony, Thank you
for letting me read Grey Dawn.

It is an outstanding piece of
writing which must be published

I have every faith in you and
will support you in any way I can.

Yours in admiration, Gavin.

Why did you publish
his book as your own?

I didn't.

We have the original manuscript, and this
letter proves that the work isn't yours.

I didn't do it lightly.

Excuse me - we're supposed to be
investigating a murder. Not plagiarism.

Go on.

Tony meant a great deal to me.

I was the only one he
trusted with his work.

Now and then...

I gave him some money.

Bought his dinner.

And he said...

one day he'd pay me back.

In a way, that's how I saw it.

Besides, who could it hurt?

His memory? His family?

His family had disowned him.
They deserved nothing from him.

And you did?

So, you stole from Tony?

No.

I just borrowed from him.

I thought it would open
doors for my own writing

I never expected this degree of success.

Whoever killed Nicola Maiden, Gerard Cole
and Vi Nevin, was looking for something.

This was it, wasn't it?
The manuscript on this disc.

How should I know?

- Was Cole blackmailing you?
- No

I found this in Vi and Nicola's flat.

They were in on it, weren't they?

Cole suddenly had money to burn.

And if we look in you bank details

we will see that you have
withdrawn large sums of cash.

We found very clear fingerprints
on the weapon that killed Vi.

You don't mind if we take yours,
just to make sure they don't match?

Cole was blackmailing me.

He said he had proof that
Tony had written the book.

Threatened to go to the press.

I gave him 5,000 pounds.

Which I could ill afford.

I'd only got an advance of 2,000.

It would take years
for royalties to come in.

But Cole wanted another
10,000, you see,

in return for his "evidence".

When I got there,
he'd changed his mind.

"Why let go of a good thing?" he said.

So, then you murdered them.

And then when you couldn't
find this at the campsite

you went to the flat
and you killed Vi Nevin.

No.

It wasn't like that.

I was angry.

He was laughing at me.

I didn't want to kill anyone.

Least of all Nicola.

I didn't want to kill anybody.

I just...

I just wanted to make my wife proud.

Three murders...

She must be very proud.

Hey...

It is this morning, isn't it?

- Is what this morning?
- Sir, he's ready to see us.

Right

I'll meet you outside
Webberley's office in a minute, OK?

I'm not involved in
briefing Webberley, am I?

No.

Look, a lot of work you
did up there was wonderful,

and I'll make sure
Webberley knows about it.

Presenting the facts...

It's a matter of rank.

Hanken was my DS.

Sorry.

Isn't that what this case is about -

someone stealing someone's
idea and taking credit for it?

Well, as you would
say, sir, how ironic.

Fine