All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley 3x02 A Traitor to Memory

Excuse me.

Evening, sir.

Right, let's hear it.

Female, Sarge, 40 to 60.
Fatal, obviously...

Very extensive injuries.

Dr Shaw thinks she's been
driven over more than once.

Rules out an accident, then.

Just a bit. We've found what
we think is her bag under here.

- Got any gloves?
- Sir.

More light, please.

Mrs Eugenie Martin

47, Saltash Green Road. London.

West 4.

Right.

I'll come back when the SIO gets here.

Evening, sir

Barbara! Glad you
could join us. Come in.

Darling, you remember Barbara Havers?

- Of course! Nice to see you.
- Happy anniversary.

- For you.
- How thoughtful.

And... this is for you, sir.
But it's official, so...

So it'll go away until tomorrow.

Help yourself to a drink, Barbara.

- We'll see you later.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

What am I supposed to call Sir's wife?

Where's Helen?

She's working all hours this week.

What's in the letter?

My resignation.

Have you gone completely
and utterly mad?

Why?

Because it's ridiculous, your
behaving like a spoilt teenager.

Another mistake, then, sir. More
evidence of my unsuitability.

No-one says you're unsuitable.

They've said the next best thing.
I lost my rank. I'm on a warning.

I would rather have been sacked
and demoted.

This is madness. You can't resign.

Well, that is the one thing
nobody can order me to do.

Stay in the police.

You know the old Met saying,
"You're only 28 days from the out".

Of course I can't order you to stay!

- Do you know him?
- Yeah, that's DS Brian Leach.

My old Crime Squad sergeant.

A good policeman, but not one
you'd want to be arrested by.

- He doesn't seem pleased to see you.
- He never was.

I don't suppose he's thrilled
you've overtaken his rank.

As far as he was concerned,
I always had.

- Where is he now?
- Hampstead.

He's a long way from home.

That's just what I was thinking.

Well, I'll see you later.

Driven over more than once.

Impact at speed, then probably
they reversed over her, and then

forwards again.

They wanted to make sure
of the job, didn't they?

- Eugenie...?
- Martin.

Of Strand on the Green. Divorced.

Anything known, sir?

No form.

Oh, and... Tommy...

- take Havers.
- Thank you, sir.

It's been a rough ride for her.

Yes, I know.

In fact, that envelope she gave you...

She asked if she could have it back.

Did she?

Well, you'd better
see you get a result, then.

Thank you, sir.

I thought I was just going to a party.

I thought you went there to resign.

Yeah, I did. Can't think why
Sir put me on this with you.

Maybe because he thinks
you're better than you do.

Anyway you can't resign
from the police force.

Were else can stand you all-night
long standing around the rain

when people you're
protecting insult you?

Oh, have it your own way.

You're still a police officer
for the next 28 days, all right?

So if you can possibly remove your head
from your rear end for just a minute,

the question you might want to ask...

Is why did DS Leach drive across London

in the middle of the night just to
tell Webberley about this murder?

If you don't open this door
I'll get someone to break it down

Richard, we do have the
trustees to answer to.

Damn the trustees!

- Excuse me.
- That's my son in there.

He's been in there an eternity. He could
have done something to himself.

Excuse me, Richard.

Yes, Raphael, you try.

Gideon! Gideon, it's me.
I've bought you a brandy.

What's he doing in there?

Gids, come on.

You can't stay in there all night.

Oh, thank God.

Well, go on, give it to him,
don't just stand there.

And get these people out of here.

Yes, sir, of course. Can we
clear the corridor, please?

Now, everybody move back...

What the hell are you playing at?

- Nasty.
- Dr Shaw had to check for the gender

I'm not surprised.

We think this is her handbag.

It was under a car,
presumably thrown by the impact.

Thank you.

What have we got?

Purse, mobile phone, car keys.

- What's this?
- A rosary. Catholic.

DS Brian Leach, DS Barbara Havers

DC Havers.

Sorry.

For a Rover. Could have
parked somewhere nearby.

You check the mobile. Let's see
who she was in touch with.

Sir.

So what would you like me to do, sir?

Well, you can see to
the removal of the body

I'm a sergeant, she's a constable.

I get to stand a watch the ambulance while
she chases up the phones and the cars?

- You got a problem with that?
- Not at all, sir.

- After all, you are the senior officer.
- That's right, I am.

So get on with it. Both of you.

You all right?

Yes. Sorry, sir. I've...

It's all right. It happens to all of us.

Do you know who reported the body?

The owner of that house there

called us at 9.47 to say he'd
found it when he arrived home.

That's him watching
through the window now

James Pitchley. Got very anti when
he couldn't get straight into his house.

Why couldn't he?

He didn't have any ID sir.

He had to wait till someone
was free to check who he was.

- No wallet?
- No, sir.

He was very cagey
about where he'd been, sir.

Was he, indeed?

All right. Will you get on to General Registry
to see if there are any files on Eugenie Martin.

Any witnesses?

Mr and Mrs MacLean next door heard
a loud bang just after 9.30,

but they didn't look out
as they were watching telly.

Naturally!

Sir!

Well, she was looking for this road.
"James Pitchley, 2 Bishop Gardens, 9.30".

Pitchley?

What, you know him?

No, Mason just said he was the
one who reported finding the body.

- She didn't say he knew who it was.
- Maybe he didn't recognise her.

Maybe not. So, she had a meeting
with him which she didn't keep,

17 minutes before he
reported finding the body.

As you would say, sir, he might
have noticed a slight coincidence.

I might indeed, Havers. Let's go
and look at Pitchley's car.

Not a scratch.

This wasn't used to kill her

I suppose it was too much to hope for.

- Get it checked, anyway.
- OK.

Well, we know she
hasn't been here before,

because of the map and
directions in the car.

But she was visiting by
appointment late at night.

- On the game?
- It fits.

No, she... She wasn't carrying
any condoms. Not in her bag anyway.

The lights are still on. Why don't
we have a word with our Mr Pitchley?

Before we go, sir...

Well, get on with it Havers.

Well, what DS Leach said, about rank.

Shouldn't he be going with you?

As long as I'm in charge of this
enquiry, I decide who does what.

And since this is to be your last,
I'd better make the most of you.

- Mr Pitchley?
- Yes.

Look, it is rather late.

I'm DI Lynley, this is DC Havers.

Mind if we come in? It won't take long.

Why not?

I've got a very long day
tomorrow so if you can be brief.

How many cars do you own?

Only one. Why?

Does the name Martin
mean anything to you?

The personal trainer at
my gym is called Martin.

Mrs Eugenie Martin.

Eugenie?

That's right. Do you know her?

- No.
- Sure?

It's an unusual name. I'd remember it.

- Quite sure?
- I've told you, I haven't.

Yes, you have. So I'm wondering why she had
an appointment with you at 9.30 this evening.

How can you say that?

She had your address on a piece
of paper in from seat of her car

with directions on how to get here.

But I... I've told you
that I don't know her.

- You called the police at 9.47
- As soon as I found her.

You knew it was a woman, then?

I can tell the difference.

The body was badly damaged.
How did you know it was a woman?

Are you suggesting I
interfered with the body?

Where were you tonight?

Having dinner with a friend.

Who paid?

What the hell has that
got to do with anything?

All I asked was who paid?

Well, If it's really of the
slightest relevance, I did.

How?

Why should you possibly
need to know that?

You can either tell us here or at the
station. How did you pay the bill?

- Cash.
- You didn't use a credit card?

I wasn't carrying any credit cards.

This... friend you had the meal with.

Name?

Just a business acquaintance.
I've got it somewhere.

Look, this has been
a ghastly experience.

It's completely upset me. It's
not every evening you find...

something like that
outside your front door.

This is a murder enquiry, Mr Pitchley.

It's in your own interest
to give us your friend's name.

Look here, through my charity donations

I happen to know some senior
people in the police...

So the answer is you
won't give us the name?

- I'll tell you what the answer is...
- Hot Tigress?

That's private.
Come away from there now.

She, I assume it is a she, she sent you an
e-mail titled "Thanks for a lovely evening".

Right. That's it. I have nothing
more to say to you whatsoever.

Now I am going to bed and you, you are
getting out of here right this minute.

Mr Pitchley, we are satisfied
that your car was not the car used

to kill the woman we
believe to be Eugenie Martin.

No, of course it wasn't.

But we are not satisfied
with everything you've told us.

I ask you again,
did you know Eugenie Martin?

No. I didn't know her.

But you had an appointment with a woman, all
right, you may not to know her by her real name

to visit you at 9.30 last night.

No, I did not!

You've no idea why Eugenie Martin was
on her way to visit you when she died?

She couldn't have been on her way
to visit me because I didn't know her

I found her dead, that's all. And I wish
to God I'd just gone in and ignored it.

Turning to your e-mail.

What's that got to do with anything?

- "Superstud". That's you, is it?
- It depends... what you mean.

Are you sometimes known as "Superstud"?

In internet chat rooms,
not in real life. Obviously.

Yes, I am.

And in these chat rooms, you meet women.
Women of the certain age, perhaps.

It's not a crime.

Eugenie Martin's age. Have you
ever met Eugenie Martin there?

No.

So you cultivate these women on the net
and then you meet them for real,

and then you have dinner with
them, then take them to a hotel.

The Bentleigh Hotel, Earls Court.

So what?

So what about the one
you met earlier tonight?

- Hot Tigress?
- Was she Eugenie Martin?

No.

Had you ever been there
before with Eugenie Martin?

How many more times? I didn't know her.

What's Hot Tigress's real name?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

No, I don't know their real names.

So how do you know
she wasn't Eugenie Martin?

Eugenie was one of your cyber
conquests. You met her last night...

No!

...took her to you usual restaurant,
then the Bentleigh Hotel...

It wasn't her!

If you don't know Eugenie Martin,

how do you know that
Hot Tigress wasn't her?

The hair.

The body had blonde hair.

The one I met was dark.

That's why I don't take my credit cards.
I pay cash for dinner and the hotel

I don't know who they are and
I never want them to know who I am.

That's the point.

He's keen.

He certainly is.

That's enough for tonight.

Tomorrow first thing, we check
out Pitchley's alibi at the hotel

I think they'll confirm his story.

So do I. If he spent the evening with a woman in
the Bentleigh, I don't think it was Eugenie Martin.

But he's not telling us everything.
I think he does know her.

So let's keep the pressure on him, and
maybe he'll tell us what he is hiding.

One day down, 27 to go.

Yes, that's right.

Well, goodnight, sir.

Goodnight.

Hi!

Hi.

Got caught up working, I'm
afraid. Sorry to be so late.

Yeah. I wondered where you'd been.

Were you working late yourself?

Yeah, nothing much.

Well, glad to have
set your mind at rest.

What were you working...?

Working on?

- Yes?
- Mr Martin? We're police officers.

First floor.

Monty!

Be quiet! Quiet.

- I'm DI Lynley.
- Yes, please come in.

I have a car coming for me soon,
so you'll have to make this quick.

- We ARE investigating your wife's murder...
- My ex-wife.

As I explained to them earlier, she
and I divorced nearly 20 years.

We haven't seen her since she left
and didn't expect to do so again.

I do have one or two routine
questions I have to ask...

Yes, when did I last see her?
She left the house on July 11th 1984.

And you've had no contact since?

Solicitor's letters that year.
Divorce formalities. Nothing else.

You said "we" haven't seen her.

I was referring, of course, to my son.

He hasn't heard from his mother
since the day she deserted him either.

And since you are there. Would you mind
looking out for taxi trying pull up.

One further matter of routine, sir.

Yes, where was I when
all this happened?

Well, I was at the Wigmore Hall, trying
to stop my son from destroying his career.

This is him?

Yes. Gideon Martin.

The violinist?

Yes.

Well, I hope I don't
have to say ex-violinist.

I'm also his business manager.

- He was on stage, then couldn't play?
- Yes, that is correct.

His career came to a sudden stand still
at the end of the piano introduction

to Dvorak's Songs My Mother Taught Me.

And if that taxi ever arrives,

I am on my way to continue
damage limitation with the press.

What went wrong?

There's nothing wrong with him.

Except he can't play anymore.

- Is it nerves?
- There's nothing wrong with him.

My taxi is already there, excuse me.

You bloody...! Get back in the car!
You can't park down there!

Well, I presume that will be all.

Thank you for your help, sir.

- We'll keep you posted.
- Don't bother.

My ex-wife deserted her extraordinary
son when he was eight years old.

Not to mention deserting me.

I couldn't care less
what happened to her.

I didn't know you liked
classical music.

Working class people CAN, you know, sir.

Cheap, Havers.

You are right, sorry. It was.

Actually, I saw it in the
paper, that he bottled.

Which means that he was only
on stage for half the programme

on the night that his mother was killed.

The mother who deserted him as a child.

So where he was the rest of the evening?

- Yes?
- We're police officers.

Yes, of course. Richard called

I'm Gideon's PA. Won't you come in?

I've made some tea.

I'm afraid he'll be two more minutes.
He does his yoga exercises till then.

Everything in this house
is done in perfect time.

Even his father can't
visit until three o'clock.

- This is lovely.
- Thank you.

I make them.

I used to be a violinist myself, till
I was engaged to teach Gideon.

The first day I heard him,
I knew my career was over.

- You don't play any more?
- No.

I accompany Gideon on the piano
for his practice, but that's all.

It's a privilege.
I was a good musician

Gideon is a great one.

But he suffers for it,
of course, as they all do.

I read about the Wigmore Hall.

Didn't everyone?

Detective Inspector Lynley,
Detective Constable Havers.

None of us realised how
exhausted he really was.

But it is all back to normal now.

We're off to America next week,
then Japan. I always dread Japan.

- All that raw fish.
- We've spoken to your father.

Sugar?

I take it that means
you know I can't play.

But it won't stop my father
turning up trying to force me.

Is that really the subject
for police investigation?

Enough, Raphael.

Raphael is protecting me.

- He always does.
- Of course.

We're very sorry about
your mother's death.

Tell me, what happened
last night at Wigmore Hall?

I'd give anything to be able to tell
you. I went on, played several pieces.

Applause. The introduction
was played to Dvorak... then blank.

You left the stage.

That's right. I ran back to my
dressing room and locked myself in.

- I was in sheer panic.
- Why?

I've no idea.

Was it a very difficult piece?

Songs My Mother Taught Me?

Of course not. I've played all
the show pieces in the repertoire.

They're all technically
much more difficult.

So what happened?

I don't know.

I was fine, until the
introduction began...

And then?

That was when I... smelt it.

What?

Burning. I could smell burning

and I had to get away.

Apparently, I was in
the dressing room for ages

I just remember my father
outside shouting and shouting.

Eventually, I let them in

Raphael gave me a brandy.
Then I suppose we came home.

No, we didn't. We were there longer than
the concert would have lasted in the end.

And since then,

more blank.

As far as the music goes,

I can't play, I just...

I just can't.

Tell me, did you smell burning
at any time last night?

Burning? Certainly not,

although we are of course
completely fire-regulated...

Yes. So just to be clear, Gideon left the
stage through there and came down these stairs?

He ran straight past me.

You were here?

Of course I was here! I'm the
manager. It was a terrible moment.

Gideon's been one of our most
popular performers for years.

- Sir!
- Down here.

Thank you... DC Havers.
Sorry, you were saying...

Yes. He locked himself in.
There was pandemonium

Richard shouting at him,
then the press people got round.

How long was he locked in here for?

Over an hour.

Did he talk to anyone through the door?

He wouldn't. Not a word. We became
extremely concerned for his safety.

So he was in here without
making a sound for all that time?

That's right.

- Could you open the door please?
- Yes, of course.

Something's bothering me.

You mean, apart from we just
lost our obvious suspect?

Actually, It's something
about Webberley.

When Leach came round and told him
Eugenie Martin had just been killed...

I don't know, something he said.
I can't quite put my finger on it.

YOU'VE gone blank, sir.
Hello?

Chris!

Yeah.

The car paint on Eugenie Martin's
clothing isn't made any more.

It came from a car
made by Humber in the 1950s.

Yeah, thanks, Chris.

OK, bye.

Divorced!

What?

Eugenie Martin, Strand
On The Green. Divorced.

That's what Webberley said
when he briefed me at his home.

But the only identification on
the body was the driving license.

- And a driving license...
- Doesn't record your marital status.

So how did Webberley
know she was divorced?

So, Eugenie Martin
lived here on her own?

Yes, in the basement.

She took her religion seriously.

She certainly did.

It's unusual for a devout Catholic
of her generation to get divorced.

No computer.

For talking to Pitchley.

She could have had access somewhere else.

So she was proud of her famous son.

She never saw him though, even though he lives
in Ealing. Which is hardly a million miles away.

You know families, sir.
It might as well have been.

Sir!

- I've found her diary.
- Show me.

She seems to have lived
a life of blameless virtue.

God, how awful.

Her only regular appointments
are for cleaning at the church.

What's this?

Lunch, Three Bells.

Well, at least that's not church.

And last month...

and the one before!

And again.

- The first Saturday every month.
- Maybe she treated herself.

Maybe she was meeting someone.

It's quite oppressive
in here, isn't it?

She obviously believed in the
life of the spirit, Havers.

Yes, "May you find peace," it
says in one of those books. Look,

"Convent
of the Blessed Martyrs, 1984."

Who's this?

A daughter?

Nobody mentioned one.
Not her ex-husband, not her son.

But obviously important
enough to be next to the bed.

- Are you looking for something?
- We're police officers, sir.

Got any ID?

You can't be too careful.

Yes. I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is DC Havers.

Nice garden

I keep it up for her.

Wiley, Major Wiley

I live upstairs.

Has something happened?

I'm afraid Mrs Martin was killed
last night by a hit-and-run driver.

I'm... I'm very sorry to hear that.

Very. Where did this happen?

North London.

What was she doing there?

Tell me, did her daughter
ever come to visit?

Didn't know she had one.

There was her son of course, the violinist,
but she never mentioned having a daughter.

Do you happen to know who she met for
lunch on the first Saturday of every month?

Not a clue. Maybe it was her.

Maybe. What were your
whereabouts yesterday evening?

British Legion.

Every Saturday. Never miss.

Thank you for telling me about Eugenie.

I thought something had happened to
her, but the other one wouldn't say.

The other one?

- Copper. Here this morning.
- Uniformed?

No, no, one of your lot

I heard him about, then
leaving just after six.

- Come out and challenged him.
- Did you see his ID, sir?

I damn well demanded it!

He wasn't very keen, but
it looked genuine enough.

Well, what would you do?

Strange man, coming out of a
respectable woman's flat with a package?

Package?

A big padded envelope.

- Do you remember his name, sir?
- Certainly.

Name of Leach.

What the hell do you
think you are playing at?

- Not with you, sir.
- You can say that again.

Well, let me remind you that
I'm in charge of this enquiry.

Oh, I haven't forgotten that, sir.

What were you doing
at the victim's house?

Normal procedure following a death.
I think I taught you that myself.

- You'll have logged it, then.
- No, it was just a routine search.

So you'll have logged the package, then?

What package?

Listen. You don't need
me to remind you...

I don't need you to tell me anything.

Suppressing evidence isn't just
disciplinary, Brian, it's criminal.

Now, what is it, and where is it?

There's no package.

All right, this is out of my hands.

What's the one thing any police officer can expect
from the rest of his colleagues, come what may?

Loyalty.

Something else I tried to teach you.
But something you could never learn.

You're obstructing a murder enquiry.

The package, or I go to Webberley

I wouldn't do that. Not unless you
want to be joining her on the way out.

Now listen. I'll do everything
I can to help this enquiry.

But anything else, anything that has
no relevance, you stay right away.

And I think you'll find that
doesn't just come from me.

- Listen, you...
- Shut up, Havers.

- This isn't the end.
- Yes, it is.

I can't believe you let him do that.

I'm taking you off this enquiry.

- Why?!
- You've already resigned.

No! I'm still in the job.

Havers, listen to me. People don't
make threats like that for fun.

I don't know what's going on here,
but it's not just about a murder.

And you're going to need your reference.

That's my problem. I
stay. If that's all right.

Sir, there seems to be a problem
at General Registry.

There are files on Eugenie Martin,
but they seem to have got lost.

Lost?

Someone seems has taken them out
and not returned them, sir.

They can't find a record of who it was.

Well, well.

Get them to search again.

Yes, sir.

And, sir... The victim's mobile phone
calls list will be here tomorrow.

Thank you, Mason.

I'll stay till this is over, yeah?

All right.
Let's find that daughter.

Is this meant to be some kind of joke?

We only want to talk to her, sir.

Why should that be a joke?

My daughter Sophie died
when she was three.

She was murdered.

- I'm terribly sorry, sir.
- So you should be.

You most certainly should be.

Sorry, sir, we should have known that.

It doesn't help, does it?

They must have split up not
long after the daughter died.

You find the files on
Sophie Martin's murder

I'm going to follow your lead. Go to the
Convent of the Blessed Martyrs.

Yes, sir. There's still the question of
who it was Eugenie met every month

I'm know that, Sergeant!

Constable, sir.

Poor Eugenie.

God chose to try her very hard.

When was the last time you saw her?

Not for many years. She came
here a lot after the murder.

And even after she left
the area, for a while.

We're trying to trace
someone who she seems to have

had lunch with her at the
beginning of each month.

Have you any idea who that might be?

I didn't know any of her friends.

I remember little Sophie.

She was blessed here.

The poor little thing
had Down's Syndrome.

Which makes it even more
terrible, if that's possible.

It was the au pair who killed her.

A German girl.

She drowned her in the bath.

Thank you... bye.

OK, the Three Bells
doesn't take bookings,

so they've no record of Eugenie
or who she had lunch with

Saturday is always very crowded.

Oh, and Major Wiley is at
the Chiswick British Legion

every Saturday night without fail.

So the Martin files turned up I see.

Yes, I'm just going through
them and Sophie had...

Down's Syndrome. Yes. I was told.
Drowned by the au pair.

Yeah. Katja Wolff,

who was released three weeks ago.

There's somethin I didn't know.

So Katja Wolff is released and the child's
mother gets murdered three weeks later.

- Good work, Havers.
- Thank you, sir.

Something else... you didn't know.

Cup of tea, Havers?

So the enquiry into little Sophie Martin's
murder was led by Webberley, then a DCI.

And Leach, then as now, a sergeant.

And neither of them mentioned it.

Webberley must know Wolff's out.

Didn't even mention her, either,

not even after Leach rushed around
to tell him about Eugenie's murder.

And then I was put on the case.

With me. Which I don't
think was an accident.

Meaning?

Are we off the record here, sir?

Damn near off the force,
Havers. Just say it.

I don't think that Webberley wants us
to solve Eugenie Martin's murder at all.

I think he wants the right result.

Are you s...? Are you saying
we were put on this case

because we won't rock the boat if we find
something that Webberley and Leach want covered up?

Why else?

It's not as if I'm policewoman
of the year, is it?

We bring in the right result,
and I get my stripes back.

They can keep the bloody
rank. I don't want it back like that.

- What do you think is the right result?
- I don't know.

But Webberley wants a cover-up and he's
relying on your loyalty to him to get it.

I think you are a bit got wrong, I think
he's relying on my loyalty to you.

To me? Why the hell do
you think I've resigned?

You got me demoted!
You betrayed me.

- Oh, just use your head, Havers.
- No

- you lost me my rank.
- Shut up and listen!

You were not meant to know this.

Webberley wanted to have you sacked.
I had to persuade him to let you stay.

Which is why I was not going
to let you throw it away.

Lynley.

Right away, sir.

Tommy! Havers.

Come in. Sit down.

Progress so far?

We were on our way
to visit Katja Wolff, sir.

Were you? Were you, indeed?

I didn't realise you and Brian were on
the enquiry into the Sophie Martin murder.

- Well, now you do.
- Yes, now we do.

I didn't tell you because I didn't
want to prejudice your own enquiry.

But, now you do know,

Katja Wolff, in my book,
is number one in the frame.

She should never have been released.

If you can murder a handicap
child, what can't you do?

That bitch was evil
through and through.

Sir, can I talk to you alone, please?

All right.

Sergeant Leach...

Brian Leach is one of the finest
detectives I have ever served with.

He removed evidence from
the victim's home, sir.

He denies that.

Yes, sir. He does.

Brian was the first officer
on the scene that night.

He found the kid's body.

That enquiry changed
all of us, forever.

If we hadn't put that woman away, she'd
have been another Hindley. We all knew that.

It was Eugenie's testimony as the
mother that really swung the jury.

Wolff's done 20 years inside.

Don't tell me she hasn't
spent all that time

planning to pay back the
woman who put her there.

You go and get her for me, Tommy.

Would that be the right result, sir?

Just get her!

Well? Did he tell you
what was in the package?

What package?

Leach was first officer on the scene the
night Sophie Martin was murdered.

Who else was in the house that night?

Richard and Eugenie, Gideon's parents,

Gideon and Raphael, who was
then Gideon's violin teacher.

And a lodger called Jimmy Pike.

Find where he is now. What
about the Pitchley alibi?

Checks out. But he left
the Bentley Hotel at 8.30pm.

There was an accident on Marylebone Road
which delayed northbound traffic that night.

That's an hour's journey at least.

But he still could've killed
her when he got back.

It's possible...

- Sir.
- Yes, Mason?

I got them, sir.

Eugenie Martin's mobile phone records

I've cross-referenced them for you, sir.

She made nine calls in the last month,
all very short, to Gideon Martin.

Did she really?

Mason, you'll go far.

Thank you, sir.

- They were in touch.
- I wonder what she wanted?

I haven't seen my
mother since I was eight.

What about her phone calls?

Your mother made a number of
calls, very short ones, to you

in the last few weeks of her life.

Did you tell your father?

- No.
- Why not?

Because we don't talk about her.

I don't know how she got my
number. The press, maybe.

I couldn't speak to her.
I didn't want to speak to her.

- What did she want?
- To see me.

After all these years,
my mother wanted to see me.

She said that?

She said, "There must be forgiveness". Each
time she called. "There must be forgiveness".

Well, I don't forgive her.

She left us. My father and
Raphael brought me up.

I didn't want to speak to her.

And do you regret that?

Now it is too late.

Do you know I don't believe I do?

I realised when I was much older that
my parents' marriage couldn't cope

with the death of my little sister, but

that doesn't excuse her deserting me!

Forgiveness? Why should
there be forgiveness?

Do you know any of
your mother's friends?

I don't know where she
lived, what she did. Nothing.

Have you had contact from Katja Wolff?

Had a letter.

He means the standard
one from the Home Office.

They send it out to victims' families,
to say she's being released.

I don't suppose I even recognise her now.

And what about Jimmy Pike?

There's a name from the past.

What happened to him?

- Scouse Jimmy.
- Scouse?

And then some.

When he first moved in we
virtually needed an interpreter.

I think I improved him.

Really? In what way?

Jimmy was ambitious. I taught
him how to hold a knife and fork

and say lavatory rather than
toilet. That sort of thing.

I think he emigrated.

I can't remember
anything about that night

I can't remember my
mother or my sister.

The strange thing is, I can
only remember Katja being nice.

Katja Wolff?

Cops!

I'm DI Lynley. This is DC Havers.

I'm under licence from a life sentence.
I'm going to run away, aren't I?

It's closing time.

Just a routine check, Katja.

Yeah, sure! That's why they
sent a detective inspector.

Were you working here on Tuesday?

Like every day. We come to this
dump at eight and go home at six.

It's what they call freedom.

- And the evening?
- At home.

Home is with her.
We did not go out.

How long have you known each other?

Eight years.

She's the only person I know whose life
has been more destroyed than my own.

But I stopped protesting my innocence
long time ago. What do you want?

Katja, how do you get about?

You know, from home
to here, here to home?

I walk. The air in
Peckham is like wine.

- And does your friend have a car?
- No.

You think I've been
nicking cars?! I can't drive.

Sophie's mother, Eugenie
Martin, was murdered.

Someone ran her down, backed over her
and then did it again just to make certain.

Marcie?

Tell them where I was on Tuesday night.

Can't you people leave her alone?
She's done her time.

Just tell them.

Home. With me.

Can anyone else confirm that?

No, of course not! We're lying!

- We did it together.
- Did what?

Tell them who else was at the house.

My son. All night.

Thank you for your trouble.
We won't detain you further.

Well?

Well, I didn't like her much
but I found her convincing.

Convincing of what, exactly?

OK. She had motive, she had opportunity,
how do we know she can't drive? But...

it's only a gut feeling but I
don't think she killed Eugenie...

All right.

Who else do we have?

Gideon, he also has a motive.

Hated his mother, she'd
started to contact him again.

All that carry-on at
the Wigmore Hall...

Yeah, if he could've got
out of the dressing room.

Which he couldn't.

Raphael? Richard?

Well, maybe THEY killed Eugenie
to stop her contacting her son.

With all due respect to your gut feeling,
Havers, Katja Wolff is the lead suspect.

The only problem is, I don't
believe she did it either.

Hello?

Yes, all right.

Give me a chance to get home first.

Yeah. 8.30

I'll be there, sir.

Hello!

Oh, hello, darling. Sorry,
just the person I want to see.

That's nice to know...

Tell me, why would a professional violinist
who's been performing all his life

suddenly go blank on stage
in the middle of a concert?

I read about that. Gideon Martin.

Yes.
Why are you asking?

He's involved in the
case I'm working on.

Stage fright can happen
after years of experience

but I'd ask what he's running from.

Sounds like negative association.

Negative association?

He might not be running away
from playing the piece itself?

Exactly.

He could be running away from some other
experience that the concert represents to him.

Like?

Anything traumatic -
the place, a colour, a sound.

Maybe I'm over-analysing. Maybe
he just hadn't practiced enough.

I hardly think that's likely.

- I've... got a bit of news.
- Yes?

I'm pregnant.

My goodness! Are you sure?

Well, I waited till I was certain.

It's traditional to be pleased.

Well, sorry, it's just a shock.
Of course I'm pleased, darling.

- I'm delighted.
- Really?

Of course I am.
Mother will be thrilled.

Well, as it's going
to be my last for ages,

I thought we'd have a drink to celebrate.

Good idea...

I'm sorry, I've got to go out.

Tonight? Of all nights?
You're off duty!

I know. I absolutely have to. I'll only
be gone a couple of hours. Maximum.

- We'll have it when I get back.
- Why not?

OK. I'd better go.
Sooner out, sooner back.

Thanks for coming, Tommy.

- I assume...
- No-one knows I'm here.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

How was Katja Wolff?

Alibi'd, sir. All right, only by
the woman she lives with, but

she also said she can't drive.

She could have been lying. She
could have learnt in Germany.

- I don't think she did it.
- Of course she did it!

Well, maybe.

The only one we haven't found
so far is the lodger, Jimmy Pike.

Driving license, usual
stuff, haven't turned him up

Raphael thinks he may have emigrated.

So what? I told you to
get Eugenie's killer,

not reopen an inquiry that resulted in
a conviction a quarter of a century ago.

I'm not satisfied.

This...

This all seems to matter rather
a lot to you, doesn't it, sir?

Meaning?

Meaning there's something
I'm not being told.

You and Brian Leach want to
make sure I don't find out

I could have you back
on the beat for that.

What was in the package, sir?

Now listen to me, Tommy.

And after this, neither of us is
ever going to refer to it again.

There was nothing in any package
relevant to your inquiries.

As you will just have to trust me.

And outside of this pub, there
is no package, full stop.

That bitch killed Eugenie.

Get her. And leave the
past where it belongs.

Ambulance!

Touch and go...

This is something that might
make you feel a little better.

Recognise him?

James Pitchley. Younger

20 years younger. Only in those
days he was known as Jimmy Pike.

- Jimmy Pike.
- The missing lodger.

Well?

I have to ask, Brian.
Where were you last night?

I ought to take your
aristocratic face off for that!

That's not an answer.

Sorry to disappoint you, Tommy,

but apart from the fact I would walk
through fire for that man in there,

I've got 76 witnesses.
Lodge meeting.

What was in the package?

I don't know.

You don't know. I am sick
of this! I am so sick of this!

Shall I tell you what I don't know?

I don't know why you and Webberley
had forgotten that Sophie Martin

had been murdered when it was
a biggest inquiries in your career!

Neither do I know why you tore halfway across
London to interrupt his wedding anniversary

to tell him personally that her mother
Eugenie had just been murdered.

Most of all I don't know, why you went through
the victim's house and run removed evidence!

But I'll tell you what I DO know.

These murders are connected and whatever
else I uncover, I'll find out why.

Come on, Havers.

Anything?

Nothing definite.

Katja Wolff's initial statement said...

she left Sophie in the bath momentarily

because she smelled burning, and on
her return, the child had drowned.

What about you?

Eugenie's phone calls to Gideon.

How did she get the number?

He's hardly in the book, is he?

When was the first call?

Last month, Saturday the 4th, 4.03pm.

That's the first Saturday.

She had her monthly lunch
meetings on the first Saturday.

So, she arrives home with a number. She's
got it from whoever she had lunch with.

- Richard?
- I doubt it

Raphael.

That shrine she kept
to Gideon in her flat.

Even though she left him, she
still could have kept up with him.

- Through Raphael?
- Yeah.

And she persuades him to
give her Gideon's number,

so she can ask him for forgiveness.

Where the hell've you been all night?

- Helen, I'm sorry.
- You didn't think to call?

Oh, forget it! Well, you did.

No, no, I'm sorry, darling!
I am so sorry!

I am.

Who else smelled burning?

What?

Katja Wolff's statement.
She said she smelled burning,

that's why she left
little Sophie in the bath.

But who else said he smelled burning?

Gideon Martin, talking about his
blankness at the Wigmore Hall.

That's right. But no-one else did.

The manager said there was no fire.
Do you think Gideon imagined it?

Sir.

Sir?

Helen's pregnant.

Helen's pregnant
and you leave in 25 days

- 24
- 24, even better.

But that's wonderful!

Isn't it?

Yes, it is, of course it is.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Do you mind waiting?

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

James Pitchley.

Otherwise known as Jimmy Pike.

- You changed your name.
- It's not a crime.

Obstructing the police is. You told
us you didn't know Eugenie Martin.

Now tell us the truth or I'll
have no choice but to arrest you...

I didn't see her that night...

until I found her dead.

But yes, yes, I knew Eugenie.

I was their lodger up to
when Sophie was murdered

and I changed my
name, so I lied to you.

- Why?
- Why?

Well, look at me, look at this.

I'm a multi-millionaire.
Self-made - property -

and grew up in one room in what
the media now calls Toxteth.

There were no jobs in
Liverpool then, no future,

so I came to London with
10 quid in my pocket,

where I saw that estate
agents made a lot of money.

All I needed was a smart
suit and a smart accent.

I saved up for the suit.

Why was Eugenie visiting you that night?

I hadn't seen or heard
from her for 20 years.

Then, out of the blue,
she phoned me here.

She wanted to talk about when
her daughter was murdered.

What about it?

She was still terribly
damaged by it, as she would be.

She'd got very religious. She kept
saying that there had to be forgiving,

something like that and
I felt very sorry for her.

And why ask her around at
9.30 in the evening?

I didn't want to miss
my earlier appointment.

What were the Martins like together?

If their children had been normal,
they'd have probably been happy.

As it was... one
super-talented, one disabled.

They just didn't know what had hit them.

They were working two, three
jobs each to pay for it all.

And when they weren't
working, they just quarreled.

- Violently?
- No, no. They were just tired out.

I had no idea why Katja did it.

She seemed to love Sophie.

Did you fancy Katja Wolff?

Yes, I did.

But I was skint

Richard, though...

What about him?

Richard was more her type,
if you see what I mean.

Do you mean they were having an affair?

She didn't say anything to me.

Neither did he, of course.

But... oh, yes. Yes, I think they were.

I'm afraid he's doing his...

Yoga? Yes, I know. That's all right.
We're here to see you.

How's the food at the Three Bells?

We know you lunched with Eugenie
on the first Saturday of the month.

Please, don't tell him. She was
always kind to me. It did no harm.

What's the matter with you?

I'll tell you what's the matter is.

When I find people are lying to me in a
murder inquiry, I become suspicious.

What did you talk about
the last time you met?

What we always talked about.

She wanted to know all about him.

What he'd been doing, his success,
friends. She was still his mother.

Did she tell you she'd
been in contact with Gideon?

Yes, but she knew he
wouldn't speak to her.

Are you sure about that? It would give
you a very good motive for killing her -

to protect your beloved prodigy from
the mother who walked out 20 years ago

Gideon understands why she left.

Eugenie never recovered
from Sophie's death.

Do you own a vintage car?

A vintage car?! What on earth
do you imagine they pay me?!

It's not my style, I'm
afraid. More Richard.

He used to have an old black
thing. Don't know if he still got it.

Havers.

Why didn't you tell me Richard and
Katja Wolff were having an affair?

I thought everyone knew that.

Sir.

Webberley died this morning.

Are you still going to conceal the truth
about the inquiry of Sophie Martin murder?

Nothing has been concealed.

I think we're a bit beyond that now.

Look, we are supposed to be looking
for the person that wants them both dead.

Did you loyalty to Webberley
extend to protecting his killer?

The package, Brian.
I've got to see the package

I can't, Tommy, I can't! Not now!

Brian Eric Leach, I'm arresting you

- on suspicion of concealing evidence...
- Oh, for heaven's sake!

Come on.

Webberley's love letters.

He had an affair with Eugenie.

Totally against regulations, of course.

It would have ended his career
if it had been discovered.

She'd been trying to see him. It
started just after Katja Wolff's release.

He refused to talk to her.

He thought she was trying
to start things up again.

Because she kept saying
there had to be forgiveness?

How the hell did you know that?

But she didn't want to
start up again, did she?

She was trying to ask him something,

or tell him something else.

Something about forgiveness.

What was it
that had to be forgiven, Brian?

I don't know.

God help me, I don't!

I believe you.

But I also believe that you two keeping
their affair secret, led to both their deaths.

Don't be ridiculous!

All I know is he's not even in his
grave and you're ruining his reputation!

The finest officer I ever worked with.

What are you doing?

You don't have to be part of this.

You are damn right! I don't need a criminal
prosecution for concealing evidence.

Don't you think I'm in
enough trouble already?

I'm sorry, I agree with Brian.

I don't see that their
affair is relevant.

We said we would follow
this wherever it led.

You've only got 24 days left

It's utterly unfair of me to
involve you in concealing evidence.

- So you weren't here.
- I was here.

I am here.

What I'm trying to say is, if you're
leaving, if you're really leaving...

I'm going to miss you.

Look.

If Eugenie and Webberley's affair becomes
relevant to our inquiry, you produce the letters.

Agreed?

So around the time that
Katja Wolff was released,

Eugenie starts making contact
with people who were in the house

the night her daughter was murdered.

Telling them there
had to be forgiveness.

- What was it that had to be forgiven?
- Richard and Katja's affair?

Why should she forgive that?

If they were both having affairs - she and
Webberley, Richard and the au pair, then

maybe she felt she'd betrayed
her marriage and...

Excuse me... Havers.

Thank you.

DVLA

Richard Martin is still the registered
owner of a 1959 black Humber Hawk.

Is he, indeed?

- I don't think now's a very good time.
- We'll just have to take that in our stride.

Excuse me.

For God's sake, just look at it!

I can't! I'll hear it!

Let go of him.

How dare you come bursting in here?!

I said let go of him.

What do you want now?!

More information you should
have found out long ago?

Take Gideon outside... Get some air.
I want a word with your father.

You know I'd do anything to
make it right, Gideon, you know that.

You've destroyed me

I saw to it that no-one got
the chance to destroy you.

Well, what do you want with me now?

Detective Superintendent Webberley,

the man who brought the murderer
of your child to justice,

has been killed in exactly
the same way as your ex-wife,

almost certainly with the same car.

Oh, my God!

Mr Martin, did you have
an affair with Katja Wolff?

Oh, for God's sake, that was years ago!

Did your wife know?

What the hell is that got to
do with anything now?

Look, Katja was young, she was pretty.

Eugenie was tired all the time.
I had two jobs, she had three.

We had to pay for all the care for
Sophie, all the tuition for Gideon.

Katja killed my daughter!

And whatever you may think, Inspector, both
my children were equally precious to me.

On the night that Katja killed your
daughter, did you smell burning?

- Wh-What do you mean?
- Burning.

Burning?

No, not that I can recall... Why,
what's that to do with anything?

How did you know what was happening?
Did you hear a struggle? Shouting? Noises?

- I didn't hear anything.
- Why not?

There was music playing!

There was always music
playing in our house.

Thank you, Mr Martin.

That's all.

Oh, one more thing, Mr Martin.

Our records show you owned
a 1950s Humber Hawk car?

- Good God, that old thing?
- You do?

I used to. I got rid of it years ago.

- What colour was it?
- It was black.

- Who did you sell it to?
- I've no idea.

After Sophie was killed
and Eugenie went off,

Gideon and I went to
America so he could study.

Everything in the house was sold. I
wanted a clean break with the past.

So you have no record at all
of where that car might be now?

Well, of course I don't.

Why are you asking me this?

Is this the best you can come up with?

Darling, are you all right?

I think so. Thought for a
minute I was going to be sick.

Poor thing.

Oh, I don't know. It's quite exciting,
really - proves it's happening.

Wonder if you'll be
saying that in six months.

Hope it doesn't last that long.

Look...

Look, I'm sorry I've...

I've been so...
Busy?

Yes.

That is all it is?

- What do you mean?
- I mean...

do you really want this baby?

Of course I do. Of c...

- It's Havers.
- You've only just walked in!

If you were having an affair with
her that would be one thing, but...

I don't see you, Tommy.

- It's work.
- Well, go on, then.

Go on.

Lynley.

Sorry to interrupt your evening,
sir, but our leading suspect's

just become the latest victim.

Get that dog out of here!
Whose dog's that?

It's alright, I'll get him.

Come on. Constable?

Go take her into the yard.

We have a witness. The cyclist,
passed him walking, heard the bang,

turned around to see it reverse
over him then accelerate forward.

He didn't get a number.

- Damn and blast!
- He was shocked.

He... He did say it's
black, old-fashioned.

We can show him some photos
and ID it when he's feeling better.

Make it now. He can feel better
later. Did he see the driver?

No, not sure.

Richard was walking his dog, was he?

Yes. Apparently came here twice a day.

Which anyone who knew him would know.

And he'd just had a major
argument with his son,

who said in our hearing,
"You destroyed me".

Wigmore Hall.

There was no way out of
that dressing room, sir.

Look, this really is rather a nuisance.

So are three murders.

So Gideon was in here while you
and everyone else were outside.

Yes. As I told you last time.

- And how long was he in here for?
- Till about ten.

I think he'd've stayed all-night if Richard
hadn't threatened to break the door down.

He was a nightmare, to be honest.
Didn't stop shouting the whole time.

What did he shout?

You know, trying to make Gideon open the
door. And of course shouting for Raphael.

Who'd gone to get Gideon a brandy.

That's right. Though I don't
know idea where he went for it.

- Why?
- It took him ages.

I don't know how much more
Gideon can take.

It's you we want to talk to.
Where were you at 6pm?

Me? I went out to the supermarket.

Probably got the receipt

- I was fixing a drink.
- Drinks can wait.

When the Martins split up and Richard
and Gedeon went to America.

You were left in charge of
selling the house, furniture and so on?

Yes, I think I was.

What did you do with the car?

- The car?
- The 1959 Humber Hawk.

It's so long ago, I... I'd have
sold it. Yes, I did. I sold it.

Got a receipt for that too?

Don't be ridiculous!

We tell you something else ridiculous.

At the Wigmore Hall, where
did you go for Gideon's brandy?

The bar, of course.

They must've been busy. The manager
said you were gone a long time.

It was chaos backstage that night. No-one
would know who was there and who wasn't

I don't believe you.

I think you had plenty of time
to drive up to Belsize Park,

kill Eugenie and then get back
to the Wigmore Hall.

You're completely mad.

You knew she'd be there at
9.30 because she'd told you.

- What?
- You absolute...!

- You'd been seeing her?!
- I'm sorry, Gid, I'm sorry.

- How long had you been doing this?
- Always.

She wanted to know everything
about you. She... still loved you.

What did Eugenie want to be forgiven?

Everything.

Everything and anything.

She wasn't the same after Sophie died.

As Eugenie grew older, she got rather
dotty. She got feelings, you see.

You'd read about those, Inspector.

She persuaded you to give her
Gideon's number, didn't she.

Then she called him
after all those years.

Unsettled him, distracted him

to the point that when he went on stage
at the Wigmore Hall, he couldn't play.

She knew something, didn't she,
about the night Sophie died?

Something you didn't
want her to tell Gideon.

Because Gideon's your life's
work, isn't he, Raphael?

And you'd do anything
to protect him, even murder.

It's not true. Raphael loves me!
Why would he kill my mother?

He's looked after me all my life.
Tell them it's not true!

It's all right, Gid.

It's all right, it's... all over.

I killed Eugenie.
I killed all of them.

But Gideon had nothing to do with it.

And they had to die
to keep it that way?

She was going to go the police.

She was going to tell
Webberley the truth.

She was going to get
Jimmy Pike to back her up.

She was even going to tell Gideon.

Tell me what?

Tell you the one thing that, even after
all these years, she couldn't forgive.

That Katja Wolff was innocent.

That the wrong person went
to prison for killing her child.

I'm sorry.

I killed your sister.

When Richard asked me to
sell it, I just hung on to it.

And you killed Webberley because he was about
to find out that Katja Wolff was innocent.

What about Richard?

After Wigmore Hall, Richard thought
the only way to get Gideon to play again

was to tell him the truth.

Tell me something.
When you killed Sophie...

how did you manage do it without
Richard and Eugenie knowing?

The music.

The music was so loud.

Eugenie Martin knew you had
murdered her child and yet

she still met you for pub lunches?

She believed I should be forgiven.

But she couldn't forgive me.

She couldn't bear it. It was
the real reason she left home.

It wasn't just Richard and Eugenie.

We all covered it up.

The Martins felt indebted to me.

What's more, they wanted to protect
Gideon from knowing what I'd done.

They felt that if he knew, he
wouldn't want to play any more.

I'd nurtured that fantastic
ability, taught him everything,

until he could go, aged eight years old,

to one of the greatest
schools of music in the world.

Tell me what you remember about the
night that Raphael killed Sophie.

I told you - nothing.

The man kills your sister
and you remember nothing?

I told you. I can't remember
anything about that night.

- It's blank.
- Blank?

You suffer from blankness, don't you?

Not HALF forgetfulness
like the rest of us.

You go completely blank.

Like the other night
at the Wigmore Hall,

when Raphael killed your mother...

and you blanked that piece of music.

It all goes back to that
piece of music, doesn't it?

- Does it?
- I think you know it does.

The music... and what happened
on the night that Sophie was killed.

Why did Katja Wolff say
that she'd killed Sophie?

Richard organised it.
There was so little time

Sophie was dead, the
police were on their way.

He told Katja that if she
pleaded guilty to negligence,

she would only get three years,

and he'd give her ã25,000
when she came out.

Because she and Richard
were lovers, she believed him.

- But they found bruises on the child.
- Yes.

She... struggled.

But I held her under the
water until she stopped.

And then?

She was dead.

There was nothing. Just... silence.

Silence?

What are you doing?

There had to be music, didn't there?

- That night.
- Turn that off!

Turn it off now!

Songs My Mother Taught Me.

You lied to us, Gideon.
You and Raphael.

You haven't told us the real reason.

- Stop it!
- Come on. Tell me the truth.

Tell me the real reason
all those people had to die.

Stop it! Stop it!

Your mother kept saying,
"There must be forgiveness".

But there are two sides
to forgiveness, are there?

"As we forgive those
who trespass against us."

She didn't mean she
had to forgive Raphael.

She meant she'd spent all these years

- trying to forgive the trespass against her.
- Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Make it stop!

Only you can make it stop, Gideon.

The music, the smell of burning...

Oh, Raphael killed Eugenie
and Richard and Webberley...

but he didn't do it to
protect himself, did he?

He did it, as always, to protect you.

He was protecting you
from the memory...

that YOU killed your little sister.

- But I did. I killed her.
- No.

- What does it matter?
- No, Raphael.

You didn't.

Talent like that comes
once in a century.

It had to be protected.

It didn't have to be the Dvorak.

The music could have been anything.

That just happened to be the
record I pulled off the shelf.

Songs My Mother Taught Me.

So I put it on, loudly.

Then I set fire to the waste
paper bin in my bedroom.

So that Katja would smell the smoke in
the bathroom. Where she was bathing Sophie.

And I got the paper alight.

Then I went out and hid on the stairs.

After a minute Katja
smelled it, burning.

Then she ran out of
the bathroom, past me.

And you went in.

And I locked the door.

I had to go to the Juilliard
School of Music. I was born to.

But my parents couldn't afford it.

They'd told me. Not with the
cost of Sophie's care as well.

When you look at it sensibly,
there's nothing to forgive.

Is there?

No, wait