All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley 1x02 Payment in Blood

Gowan...

people are waiting for their drinks.

Dad!

Elizabeth...

...I care about you.

I don't...

I don't want you...

So this is where my
favourite girl's got to?

We missed you...

...both of you.

He's carrying on as though
nothing has happened.

He's deceiving himself
as well as everybody else.

About what?

If he thinks the truth
died with her, he was wrong.

I don't understand.

Who are we talking about? What truth?

Before I say anything...

I want you to understand I love you.

Just tell me.

I hate doing this,

- but your mother lied to you.
- Lied about what?

What's going on?

Joy made a few changes to the script.

I thought you knew.

A word.

Now!

Is there a problem, Stuart?

It's time to get up, Joy.

It's a lovely day.

Joy?

Sir, what are you doing here?

Strathclyde have requested our help.

Have you ever been to
Glasgow on a Saturday night?

There's nothing they can't handle.

It's a theatre company.

Really scary!

The actors, Robert Gabriel and Joanna Sydeham.

What, THE Robert Gabriel
and Joanna Sydeham?

I believe so.

My mum loved that soap they were in.

Hasn't a clue what's
happening, of course.

They're rehearsing in Westerbrae.

Thanks. So?

It's opening in the West End soon.

In case the investigation never
over by then come to London,

they want Met officers up there.

- Who died?
- The playwright, Joy Sinclair.

Did you see that episode where Joanna
Sydeham got kidnapped by a psycho killer?

No.

The psycho points a gun at her,

she takes her kit off

and suddenly, whoa!,

he puts the gun down.

I mean, you wouldn't
catch me doing that.

Shame.

How long had they been here?

They've been rehearsing for a month.
Previews were meant to start Monday.

How many in the cast?

Just Joanna Sydeham and Robert Gabriel.

The star vehicle for the two of them.

As you'll have seen from the notes,

the house belongs to Sir
Stuart Stinhurst, the producer.

SOCO reported no signs of an intruder.

The security system was fully
operational, hadn't been triggered.

Anything unusual happen beforehand?

Sir Stuart and Joy Sinclair
had a bit of an argie-bargie.

- Argie-bargie?
- A set-to.

I think Sergeant Havers
was asking, "What about?"

Last-minute changes to the script.

Hardly a motive for murder,
you'd have thought.

Robert Gabriel, actor.

Joanna Sydeham, actor.

David Sydeham, her husband and manager.

Sir Stuart Stinhurst, the producer.

Elizabeth, his daughter.

She found the body?

Gowan Ross, general help.

Rhys Davies Jones, the director.

- Helen Clyde...
- Helen!

She's a profiler for the Met.

- You know Helen Clyde?
- Yes.

- Well, how close are you to her?
- Why? Is that a problem?

Well, her room was one of the two
means of access to the murder scene.

SOCO lifted fingerprints from the door handle
between Clyde's bedroom and the victim's,

also from the key.

They compared them to prints
found on glasses in other rooms.

And?

The fingerprints aren't hers.

We're pretty certain that they belong
to the director, Rhys Davies Jones.

So... Helen and Davies
Jones swapped rooms?

Mr. Davies Jones bed
wasn't slept in last night.

- You mean, he and Helen...?
- Anything else?

We found a pair of trousers in
his room in the laundry basket.

SOCO report what looks like
traces of blood in the pocket.

They're being tested.

Does Davies Jones know about this?

We took clothes from everyone, said it
was in connection with the investigation.

They can't keep us here.
We don't have to stay.

I remember those lines.

You, me, trapped in a cellar.

Will we give in to our passions
and finally make love?

End of episode.

This isn't helping, Robert.

If we're postponing the
first night, why can't we...?

It's all right, darling! Stuart and I...

Nothing's been decided yet.

We're living with a murderer, David.

One of the uss is the
murder. How can we open?

Nothing like an author's
murder to bring in punters.

We're talking about Joy.
Show some respect!

Dad...

Look, I will not have
you upsetting Elizabeth,

or anyone else, with hysterical
speculation. It isn't helpful.

It could well be dangerous.

I suggest we leave the police
to identify the murderer, hmm?

Maybe we should pass on this.
Personal interest issues.

I'll talk to the Chief Constable.

We don't want accusations of bias.

If Helen is having an
affair with a suspect...

We don't know that yet.

Has she mentioned this
Davies Jones bloke?

No, no, she hasn't.

- Are we ready?
- Yep.

What happened there?

A woman from Westerbrae, Hannah Ross,

hanged herself in the
folly two weeks ago.

The inquest is open, but
they reckon it's suicide.

You saw a picture of
her son, Gowan, earlier.

- Gowan?
- The general help up at the house.

Poor kid. First he
loses his mum, now this.

Is your pad in Cornwall this big?

Size isn't everything. Isn't
that what you women tell us?

Hope there's no butler.

House like this, he's
bound to have done it!

SOCO must've finished with my room now.

Could I have your attention,
please, everybody?

My name is Detective Inspector Thomas
Lynley from the Metropolitan Police,

and this is Detective Sergeant Havers.

I appreciate how distressing
this situation is.

It would help our enquiries
if you not leave Westerbrae.

Anyone who does want to leave the house,

please give DC Lonan
a forwarding address.

Sir, they've finished
with Helen Clyde's room.

I'll take her to change.

It's nice to see a friendly face.

I hadn't met most of these
people till two days ago.

Why are you here?

Rhys Davies Jones, the
director, invited me.

Isn't this awkward for
you? I cleared it with ACPO.

The Assistant Chief Constable
trusts me to be impartial.

You never said you
were coming to Scotland.

Can you blame me?

You'd have had me waste the weekend
trying to find some obscure whisky!

- Have you known Rhys long?
- About three months.

Death occurred ten to twelve hours ago.

There were fibres in the wound,

possibly leather and rabbit fur.

That narrows it down.

We're obviously looking
for a psycho Bugs Bunny!

Or the killer was wearing gloves.

It explains the bloodstains
on Davies Jones' trousers.

He took the gloves off,
put them in his pocket.

What about fingerprints on
the main entrance to the room?

Joy was a popular woman.

Everyone paid her a visit at some stage.

The row last night was about
rewrites to the script, yes?

Correct.

The victim handed out amended blue
pages just before the read-through.

So where are the blue pages now?

I saw a laptop in the video.

SOCO removed it. Forensics
are checking it now.

No sign of a struggle.

From the blood distribution I'd
say that the victim was lying down.

That the killer standing about her.

The point introduction is very precise.

The victim had to have been asleep.

Eight people in the house...

What are the chances coming in

and going out, without meeting
someone going to the bathroom?

Unless, of course, you...

You come in through Helen Clyde's door.

I went to bed, read a bit...

..then Rhys came to see me.

What time did he arrive?

- One o'clock.
- What time did he leave?

Not long after five.

He must be someone really special.

I hope so.

How can you be so accurate
about the time that he left?

He woke me.

- Was he dressed?
- Yes.

Is this really relevant?

Before you went to bed
together, did Rhys do anything?

He locked that door.

And did he leave the room at any time?

No.

How can you be so certain?

He got dressed without waking you.

He didn't go anywhere.
He wanted a cigarette.

Whose is the brandy?

Rhys brought it.

- Did you have a drink?
- No.

- Did Rhys?
- No.

- Bag it.
- For God's sake!

What do you think he
tried to do, drug me?!

It's just routine.

I'm sorry, this is totally absurd.

- Check the seal, it isn't broken.
- Yes, it is.

The only reason to Rhys didn't have
any brandy because he doesn't drink.

When I went over to him,
he was sweating, badly.

He was agitated?

It had nothing to do with Joy's death.

He's an alcoholic. He
brought you the brandy.

He's a recovering alcoholic.

Well, thanks.

If there's anything else...

What, that's it?
You're just going to go?

I have an investigation to run.

You think Rhys murdered
Joy. Based on what?

You can't possibly expect
me to answer that, Helen.

- Sir...?
- Let her go.

You didn't cut her much slack.

You'd be the first to be sounding off
about favours for friends if I did.

Helen's a profiler.

You'd think she'd realise
if she slept with a killer.

Psychopaths can be extremely
charming and manipulative.

She explained the fingerprints.

Perfect alibi. He lets Helen
see him lock the adjoining door,

she then tells us how the prints
are on the key and the handle.

Are you scared of me?

I'm embarrassed.

Relationships aren't my strong point.

Not my relationships, anyway.

Not relationships like this.

Whatever it is.

I know exactly what it is.

Any luck with Joy Sinclair's laptop?

DC Lonan rang. Turns out
the hard drive's been wiped.

Whoever didn't want to see those
rewrites went to some trouble.

Get Scientific Support onto it.
See if they can't salvae something.

No blue pages in any of them.

I'll have the lads search for them.

Who'd want to kill someone over a play?

I mean, murdering the
author doesn't necessarily

- mean it won't be performed.
- What's it about anyway?

A female stalker holds her
target captive in his own home.

In an attempt to win her over,
they form a relationship.

But can it survive in the real world?

That's what it says on
the publicity leaflet.

Right, who first?

- Sir Stuart.
- OK.

No caustic comments
about him being a knight.

Stuart Stinhurst isn't
some inbred wastrel.

He earned his knighthood from the
government on behalf of a nation.

Have you seen any of his musicals?

- Nope.
- Well,

I've got his CDs. You can
borrow them if you like.

What have they said?

I murdered Joy?

I brought brandy to your
room to get you drunk,

made love to you, and
then... I killed Joy.

I brought the brandy to prove
to you I'm not a drunk any more.

And then I woke...

at four...

terrified.

This play is the first...

decent job I've had in three years.

Suddenly, Stuart,

people I care deeply about,
are screaming at each other.

Maybe I don't deserve a second chance.

I looked at the bottle,

picked it up and unscrewed the top.

All that...

endless counselling...

- and for what?
- Rhys.

And then you said
something in your sleep,

you must have been dreaming.

I watched you...

and suddenly, no contest.

I needed you more than anything else.

If we could discuss this without
your sergeant, Detective Inspector.

Sergeant Havers stays.

I could insist that my
solicitor be present.

Unfortunately for you,
his practice is in London.

You should have told him...

He can hold up the
investigation for hours.

He knows it.

Yeah, well, he should
remember it's people like me

who made him what he is today.

And his last show was rubbish!

I'm sorry, that was
exceptionally heavy-handed.

Sergeant Havers is an extremely
competent and professional officer.

Your force often leaks
material to the press.

If there's only one of you,
I'll know who the source is.

What are you so desperate to
hide from tomorrow's papers?

Joanna's never been on the
stage before, she's petrified.

The tabloids are questioning
whether she's up to it.

Then Joy suddenly announces changes
to the play, three days before you open.

Is that why you reacted so violently?

"Violent" is putting it rather strongly.

You were heard to have a blazing row.

What are you suggesting?

I killed Joy over some rewrites?!

She was a very dear friend.

What exactly are these new lines?

I don't remember.

The content wasn't the
point. The point was...

I like to see a copy
of the changes, please.

You took the scripts.

The rewrites were missing.

They were there the last time I looked.

Thank you. That'll
be all for the moment.

Detective Inspector,

when you speak to my
daughter, Elizabeth,

Yes?

I'd be most grateful,

Well, her mother died very
painfully not so long ago, and

and now, finding Joy, she,

Just make sure you treat her carefully.

It's OK, there's no-one here.

I'm going outside. Somewhere in the
open where no-one can creep up on me.

We'll be all right as
long as we stick together.

I'll put the kettle on.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Protection.

Trust me.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

I was... just making some tea.

Do you want a cup?

They think we did it.
They do, don't they?

Everyone's on edge.

I hadn't realised what a fruitcake
she was, picking at her lip.

We've only her word that Joy
was dead when she went in.

Don't repeat that!
Stuart's my oldest friend.

Yeah, OK.

I thought he was great till
yesterday, but what do we know?

The only time he invites us here
is when I get a part in his play.

That looks like script pages.

Get this bagged up, yeah?

Is everything all right?

Huh? Oh, just routine stuff, that's all.

That fight with Joy, it can't look good.

Now, don't you worry about me,
just concentrate on yourself.

I just don't want to let you down.

You won't.

You'll be fine.

The longer we hold off
questioning Davies Jones,

- the more he and Helen can talk.
- I'll talk to him.

I want to get some results back on
his clothes, get some hard evidence.

Make him sweat a little.

We can lock him up in the dungeon!

Place like this is bound to have one.

The Sydehams had the room next to Joy.

Let's talk to them.

You manage your wife's career?

I take care of most areas of her life.

- Is she your only client?
- Yeah.

Aparently your wife was in a
nervous state before the murder.

This is a very important
point in her trajectory.

Big names in the West
End get taken seriously.

Then Joy ruins it all by handing
out rewrites to the script?

Well, I usually negotiate
improvements with the writer.

Violence is the last resort.

It can't be easy for you.

What do you mean?

Well, seeing your wife kissing
another bloke on television.

I think that was such a great storyline.

It was really hot...
Wouldn't you say so, sir?

Not the words I would use, but yes.

It's her job, for God's sake!

I mean, kissing Robert
Gabriel's hard work.

She and Robert loathe each other.

You signed her up to work
with someone she loathes?

She has no problem with it.

Isn't putting your wife's career into
the hands of an alcoholic director a risk?

Stuart Stinhurst and I go way back.

If Stuart reckons Rhys
is fit for the job...

After the blow-up about the
script-changes, Joanna was upset.

She had a go at me for getting her
into what she called "this mess".

I thought it best if I retreated to bed.

What time did Joanna go to bed?

- About midnight.
- Were you awake?

Joanna and I haven't gone to sleep for
nine years without kissing goodnight.

Designer watch, expensive clothes...

Joanna Sydeham must be
earning her husband a fortune.

Or he's living beyond her means.

What are you doing in here?

It's a bit risky, isn't it?

You all on your own?

If I'm going to die, I might as well
die with a bottle of red inside me.

I would offer you some, only,

I heard talking in your room last night.

- What?
- Late, after twelve.

- Was it Joy?
- No.

What were you doing prowling
around after midnight?

If you've got yourself
in a mess, talk to me.

Obviously, You've had something
on your mind last three weeks.

Are you trying to set me up?

I'm concerned about you.

Cos you want this play to be a success.

You've been making up to
Stinhurst and Elizabeth.

What's that about?!

If not Joy, who was it? Joanna?

Oh, you're kidding!

Don't tell me it was Elizabeth!

You and Elizabeth?!

No, Gowan, you've got it all wrong.

You don�t touch her, bastard!

Get him off me!

Leave him, Gowan!

- Get off!
- Leave him!

I told you, I wasn't with anyone.

I can't open a paper without seeing
your face stuck down some cleavage.

You really suffer for your art!

You think this happened overnight?

I walked into a job centre and
said, "I want to be a famous actor"?

My mum juggled four jobs to get me here.

You get famous, and
they want to label you.

If mine's "stud", I'm not complaining.

So you were with someone.

No.

And definitely not Elizabeth.

She's nice, but there's something
not quite right with that kid.

It's funny,

all the stuff you read, you never
imagine Robert Gabriel having a mum.

- It sounds like you've fallen for his charms.
- I wouldn't say no.

Joke.

Even if Robert's fingerprints
were found in Joy's bedroom,

what does that prove?

People were in and out of each
other's bedrooms all the time.

You know, I think

Robert said there's something
not quite right about Elizabeth.

Her father's protective towards her.

See if can holder her medical records.

Stress that we'll be discreet, but
I'll get a court order if necessary.

Apparently she and Gowan are an item.

I can't see Sir Stuart welcoming
a handyman into the family.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

We found remnants of
burnt paper in the boiler.

The scientist is checking it out.

If they are the rewrites,
they're unreadable.

We're also sampling the
ashes for traces of glove.

Who has access to the boiler?

Well, it's Gowan's job
to attend to the boiler,

but anyone could have
wandered in there.

She, er, she wouldn't go with
Robert. I know that really.

No. I understand how it is,

you get a notion in your head and

the pressure just grows and
you've got to let it out somehow.

Aye.

So you make have punch people?

He wouldn't be such a catch
if he got his face kicked in.

I was sorry to hear about your mum.

Right.

What made her do it?

She fancied a change. I don't know.

What did you think of Joy Sinclair?

She was a writer.

Yeah, she wrote these true murder books.

Very popular with young blokes
apparently. Have you read any?

Excuse me. Nope.

Did you go to the
boiler room last night?

Sir Stuart said not to. He
said he'd take care of it.

- Sir Stuart did?
- Aye.

He has a go at me for not trying hard
enough, then he says not to bother.

He's given you a hard time?

No, he's all right. He gave me this job.

He was really cut up over Mum.

What does he think
about you and Elizabeth?

He thinks he knows what's best for us.

And... that doesn't include you?

How long have the two
of you been going out?

Four weeks.

Since the theatre lot showed up.

An officer found an empty bottle of
whisky in the waste bin in your bedroom.

Does your husband
drink after a bust-up?

He said we had a bust-up?

It was about the stupid
play! I didn't mean any of it.

I'd be nowhere without him.

How come when you're upset,

he goes to bed and
drinks a bottle of whisky?

- That is a convenient alibi.
- Alibi?

If we did believe he
drank all that whisky,

he couldn't possibly have killed Joy.

But he did drink it.

Maybe he drank it after you came to bed.

Maybe he drank it after Joy was killed,

to settle his nerves.

No, he'd crashed out. I
put the bottle in the bin.

Like you said, you'd be nowhere
without him. You HAVE to defend him.

You don't understand.

- It's what always happens.
- Always?

He loves me.

He wants to...

but when he tries...

we have a row, and
he thinks he should...

you know... to make up.

He thinks it's what I want.

I can't bear it.

I can't bear him humiliating
himself like that.

So I stay away until he's
drunk himself to sleep.

I read somewhere you wanted kids.

You can't have everything.

Why would David Sydeham lie and

say he was awake when she came to bed?

To protect her?

Why would Joanna want to kill Joy?

Why would David want to kill her?
He needs Joanna in the West End.

Background stuff you
requested on Rhys Davies Jones.

Thank you.

I'd like you to run an urgent
check on Carol Davies Jones.

She may be using her
maiden name of Lewis.

A mother, possibly working as
a teacher in the Melbourne area.

As soon as you find anything,
could you let me know?

Bloody hell! This place
has got me spooked.

I spoke to Davies Jones' ex-wife.

He used to beat her, apparently.

Quite badly.

But there was nothing on his record.

She never pursued a complaint, too
frightened. She moved to Australia.

Look, just because he beat his
wife, doesn't make him a murderer.

She said he drank heavily at the time.

Not that that's much consolation.

You're not thinking of telling Helen!

Look, I know it's awkward,
but he's a suspect.

You could be jeopardising the case.

I do know that, Havers.

If I tell Davies Jones I know,

he'll assume I've told Helen,
which could turn him against her.

This is a ludicrous situation.

Look, Macaskin's set us up a
couple of rooms in the local pub.

It's run by Gowan's dad, John Ross.

Why don't we get some sleep

then start again in a few hours?

I'll go talk to Helen.
Get her to come with us.

I don't really know how to handle this.

- Davies Jones...
- Rhys!

...is possibly a suspect
in a murder case.

Maybe you could respect my judgment.

If not as a friend...

professionally, as a profiler.

- I don't want to see you get hurt.
- You want to protect me from myself?

Have you any idea how
arrogant that sounds?

Look, I understand this weekend
was meant to be perfect...

You and Rhys, away from
London and nosy friends.

Maybe, for a few hours, it was.

You're clinging on to what
you'd hoped it would be.

To what it is.

Was this the first night
that he'd come to your room?

What?

Have you ever spent the night
together before yesterday?

You have no right to ask me that.

- I'm not one of your suspects.
- Yes, but he is.

Havers and I have taken a room
at the pub. Why don't you join us?

Maybe we need some perspective, yeah?

And if you want to be on your own...

I don't want to be on my own, Tommy.

I've made up your rooms. I think
you'll have everything you need.

My wife was in charge of...

We were very sorry to
hear about your loss.

- It's good of you to put us up.
- Sir!

There's an old picture
here of David Sydeham.

I didn't know he'd been an actor.

As was a rather young Rhys Davies Jones.

They've used this place since Stuart took
the lease on the theatre, twenty years ago.

You never know who you're serving.

Who's the woman?

Hannah.

She was my wife.

Gowan's still got a
room up at the house.

But I told him I needed to help.
Never came back the bastard.

Got quite a temper on him. He
hit one of the house guests.

That's nothing.

Just a flash, it's over in a minute.

You're saying he's done that before?

You can take that room there.

Sergeant, you're over here.

No.

Go on.

It's been a terrible
day. You deserve it.

If I'd been caught reading
Jeffrey Archer, I'd lie.

But Joy Sinclair...?

I just said that, OK? It was stupid.

Why were you so defensive when
we asked you about your mum?

Do you feel guilty about her death?

No. No, course not. Why should I?

Well, you're a violent young man.

Hit first, ask questions later.

Any mum would be worried.

So? So what are you saying, that
Mum killed herself because of me?!

Did she?

No!

If anybody made her do
it, it was Joy Sinclair.

Well, what makes you think that?

Mum was really happy.

Then this lot from the theatre turn up.

She starts talking to
Joy. I saw what happened.

Joy asking her questions, Mum
shaking her head. I don't know why.

I tried warning her.

It says on the cover, "Nobody gets inside
a subject's mind like Joy Sinclair."

So you think Joy drove
your mum to kill herself?

I don't know.

Whatever she said, Mum changed.

- That must have made you furious.
- Aye. Aye, it did.

What's going on?

Gowan decided to come
home for the night.

I heard a noise. We
didn't mean to wake you.

You'd best get some sleep. You've
got the solicitor's in the morning.

We'll talk tomorrow.

I'll get you up to speed.

Well, I can't debrief you out here.

You're lucky I'm not
wearing my Mickey Mouse ones.

Gowan thinks Joy drove
his mum to kill herself.

Gowan is the killer? I don't buy it.

He is prone to losing his temper.

One perfectly aimed
thrust through the neck is

hardly the behaviour of
a grief-stricken teenager.

Hannah and Joy talk. One commits
suicide, the other gets killed.

Whether Gowan is a murderer or
not, there's obviously a connection.

Tea or coffee?

Or hot chocolate?

Yeah, chocolate, please.

Got any custard creams?

- I should have listened to you.
- Me?

- What about?
- Handing over the job.

If it was any other officer,

Helen might be sleeping
safely in the next room.

How do you make that out?

I'm her friend.

That's why she's being so stubborn.

She thinks I'm criticising her
professional and emotional judgment.

- Well, you are.
- Yeah, but with good reason.

The stupid woman is too proud
to admit she's made a mistake.

She's chosen a murderer
and refuses to believe it.

Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

Today was awful,

having to pretend that
nothing had happened.

I don't want to talk about it.

- Last night...
- I meant it,

I'll do anything for you.

Are you saying there's something
suspicious about Hannah's death?

Maybe.

Well, she was found hanging from a beam.

She'd been to the doctor the
day before, asking for pills.

He was worried enough
to suggest a referral...

It happened over here.

How about this?

She didn't kill herself.
She was murdered.

Murdered?

Why would anyone want Hannah dead?

No idea.

We do know that Hannah
only became agitated

once Stinhurst's lot
arrived at the house.

Chair at the left,

but the right shoes is
aline to the right chair.

If she pushed the chair in any way?

Hanna standing on the chair,

rope on her neck.

The chair falls to
the left with her kick,

presuming she used the left foot.

So, why she lose her right shoes?

If she was murdered, how come
our lads didn't pick it up?

Well, Ross calls in,

he tells them that Hannah's
missing and is in an anxious state.

They find her hanging, they
assume she's taken her own life.

So what do you want us to do?

Run a parallel investigation?

Treat it as a possible suspicious death.

What did the solicitor say?

- Wait!
- Don't!

Whatever's happened,
we can talk about it.

There is no "we".

Gowan!

I want a word.

We're discussing something here!

- I've got something to say...
- Leave us.

No. You can talk to the kid later.

You heard what he said.

We have to make a decision.

Leave us!

Take it back.

Where did you get this?

You have to take it back.

I'm well aware of how busy
he is, you keep telling me.

I have been trying since yesterday.
Look, just get him to call me, ASAP.

- Doctors' receptionists!
- We've got the results on Davies Jones' clothes.

It was Joy Sinclair's blood.

- What next?
- We interview him.

Our scientists found
traces of Joy's blood,

on the clothes we
removed from your bedroom.

Where?

The right-hand pocket of your trousers.

How do you think it got there?

I don't know...

Yes, sorry,

Joy and I had a row
after the read-through.

There is no mention of
a row in your statement.

It's nothing serious.
She had a small nosebleed.

What happened? Did you hit her?

No! Of course I didn't!

May I remind you, you
have been cautioned.

It was stress.

I lent her my handkerchief,
I put it back in my pocket.

And where is the handkerchief now?

I got rid of it.

How?

I burnt it. In the boiler.

Why didn't you put it in the
laundry with your trousers?

Or would you have burnt them too if
you'd known they had blood on them?

It was old! It wasn't worth washing.

Are you in the habit of
burning your old clothes?

Let me get this straight,

you had an argument with Joy...

..so brutal, you claim,

that she had a nosebleed.

Then you went to Helen Clyde's room,

which conveniently has an
adjoining door to Joy's bedroom,

where she lay asleep.

Is this going to take much longer?

Why? Are my questions making you
feel uncomfortable, Mr. Davies Jones?

Whose idea was it to give Helen
Clyde the room next to Joy's?

I don't know.

Elizabeth's.

She seems to think it was yours.

You may be a friend of
Helen's, Detective Inspector,

but take it from me...

a woman of her sensitivity would have noticed
if she wasn't getting my full attention.

Now, the only motive I
had for being in her bed...

was to make love to her.

My friendship with Helen Clyde
has nothing to do with this.

Really?

We've got the blood,

the means of access,

- destroying evidence...
- Yeah, but no motive.

I mean, what had Davies Jones
to gain in killing Joy? Nothing.

You want him to be the killer.

I want the killer, whoever it is.

No, you are more
determined to protect Helen.

She is a grown woman, sir.

If Rhys made a complaint,

saying you are too close to
her to be involved in the case,

the whole thing blows up in our face.

Do who you said you do,
handing the job over.

Let another officer decide if there
is enough evidence to bring charges.

Are you saying I cannot separate my personal
life from my professional life, Sergeant?

What happens next?

I say yes and you slap on
an insubordination charge?

It's Gowan!

He's disappeared.

You go upstairs. You go with her.

Gowan?

- Is something the matter?
- I don't deserve you.

That's my line.

I've never been so scared
in my life, but here goes...

I love you.

I love you too.

Gowan?

Gowan?

Sir!

No luck.

I think we should try the boiler room.

Gowan!

Gowan!

Gowan! Are you in there?

- I'll get an ambulance.
- Too late.

Sir!

I don't want you.

She's just a kid.

- Where the hell were Uniform?
- Oh, come on, sir.

It's a big house. They can't
stake out the boiler room.

Why Gowan?

Hannah becomes anxious,

dies in suspicious
circumstances, Joy is killed.

Gowan visits a solicitor,
gets very upset...

now he's murdered.

You know, even though Gowan's dead,
he still could have killed Joy.

Whoever killed Joy killed Gowan.

A word. Now!

- Tommy!
- Now, Mr. Davies Jones.

Where did you go after
we interviewed you?

I really don't want to answer that.

Mr. Rhys Davies Jones, I'm arresting you

- on suspicion of murder.
- To see Helen.

Where?

In her bedroom.

Get out.

No.

Get out!

You'd better go.

I'm not leaving you here.

It'll be all right. Please.

We'll talk later.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I understand, sweetheart.

Emotions are running
very high at the moment.

It isn't like that.
I wanted to tell you...

Remember what you used to
say about Robert, Joanna?

I was wrong.

When this is all over,

in six months' time,

how will you feel then?

When you open the paper...

and see him with another
half-naked female?

He loves me. This is
different! He told me.

Do you love him?

No. I don't want to know.

This is all so...

We've got to think it through.

I don't think I can continue,

not as your manager.

Why not?

Seeing you every day...

The business stuff will
be hard to sort out.

I'll talk to the lawyers,

get them started on it.

- David...
- To hell with me.

It's YOU I worry about.

I know how scared you get.

I don't want to see you suffer.

Are you really sure you can cope?

I only saw Gowan this morning.

What was the purpose of his visit?

There was a letter from Hannah to Gowan,

and a cheque... for one
hundred thousand pounds.

Speak to the bank.

See if they can find out where Hannah
got one hundred thousand pounds from.

Was there a letter with Gowan's body?

No, officers checking his room
didn't mention a letter or cheque.

What's the betting the murderer
destroyed both of them?

You were supposed to be protecting him.

I won't offer any excuses, Mr. Ross.

All I can say is I'll do everything
I can to find his killer.

Mr. Ross...

Hannah left Gowan �100,000.

Was your wife independently wealthy?

People used to say Gowan
looked just like me.

Couldn't see any of
Hannah in him at all.

We used to have a laugh at that.

What are you saying, Mr. Ross?
That Gowan wasn't your natural son?

I was there when he was born, and
as far as he knew, I was his father.

So did the money come
from his biological father?

If we're going to find out
who did this to your son,

we need to know the name
of his biological father.

Hannah was pregnant when I proposed.

I don't suppose she would
have looked at me otherwise.

All I knew was that she was in trouble.

I never asked who.

It made it easier to believe
Gowan was mine that way.

But you must have had your suspicions.

Hannah was a barmaid here 20 years ago,

when the theatre crowd
started coming in.

What, Stinhurst and David Sydeham?

Rhys Davies Jones came to visit Hannah

a week before she was...

I watched them sitting
in the corner over there,

talking.

Just like old times.

Thank you very much, Mr. Ross.

I don't buy it. Rhys
was just a kid himself.

Rhys was Gowan's father.

We don't know that!

Come on, get in.

Rhys thinks you're jealous.

I told him that was ridiculous.

You've been very useful
to Rhys, you know.

You provide him with the alibi for
the night that Joy was murdered,

and again when Gowan was killed.

- He was with me.
- No!

He turned up at your bedroom at
approximately the time that Gowan was killed.

You've been seeing Rhys
for, what, three months now?

Why was the first night
he made love to you,

the night that Joy died
in the room next to yours?

They've traced the hundred grand.

Regular monthly payments
into Hannah's bank account.

And?

Stuart Stinhurst made them.

Hannah was going to
tell Gowan the truth.

You murder her, make
it look like suicide.

Hannah was murdered?

- She confided in Joy.
- Someone killed Hannah?

You were scared someone would
know that Joy's new lines

referred to you and Gowan,
so you killed Joy too!

- No!
- One thing you hadn't

allowed for was the letter Hannah left
for Gowan saying you were his father!

I bought this house to be close to him.

He confronts you, you kill him, destroy
the letter, and the cheque for �100,000.

- He was my son, for God's sake!
- What about your daughter?

After her mother died,

Elizabeth had a breakdown
and disappeared to London.

She's fine now. We're fine.

For how long?!

She's about to find out her father
was unfaithful to her mother,

and her lover's her brother!

I was scared, yes!

Which is why you burnt
the rewrites to the play.

All right!

Yes.

And that's all I did.

What a choice,

your daughter or your son.

Hannah...

Hannah was the love of my life.

If I hadn't been married,
hadn't had responsibilities...

She never spent a penny of it.

The only memento I have left.

One lousy cheque.

He threw it in my face
and rushed from the room.

He never knew how much I loved him.

He seemed genuinely upset.

He's still the only person with a
motive for killing all three people.

Get me Stinhurst's doctor on
the phone. I want to talk to him.

- Why?
- Just do it, Havers.

Hi.

I've rented a cottage.

Lynley's suspicious enough as
it is. If I suddenly move out...

I can't stand this house. Please.

No, you're right.

I shouldn't have presumed. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I want to be with you.

You're all I care about.

Stinhurst was blood group O.

Gowan was type AB. Hannah was type AB.

There's no way that Stinhurst
can be Gowan's father.

Are you sure?

Davies Jones, drink driving.

There must be a record
of his blood group.

Stinhurst still believes
he was Gowan's father.

So the information doesn't
eliminate him as a suspect.

Will I risk Helen's life because you
don't think Davies Jones is the murderer?

- No.
- If she suspects him

or she get cold fit
about their relationship,

if she shows any signs of
being afraid, he'll kill her.

I'm nervous.

Just the two of us...
for the first time.

Alone at last.

What's scary about that?

What are you doing?

Robert and I are moving to a hotel.

The police have got all the details.

Robert's agent will look
after me till I get sorted.

This is ridiculous.

You can't do it without me. Do
you want to screw everything up?

As you said, emotions are running high.

We'll talk when this is over.

Joanna!

Joanna!

- Do you know...
- She is gone.

No, I mean Helen.

She and Rhys have rented a cottage.

The restaurant down
the road's not too bad.

Yeah?

Can we go now?

Can we go straight away because...

any longer...?

I love you.

Leave it.

I'd better not...

it might be important.

Come on...

Hello?

Thank God! Is Davies
Jones with you? Um...

We'll talk later. I have to go.

No, no, no, no, just listen.

Whatever I say, just act
naturally. Is he with you?

Helen! He beat his wife.

She was so scared, she moved
their children to Australia.

No.

I think he's Gowan's real father.

To keep that quiet, he's murdered Gowan

and Joy,

maybe even Hannah.

I don't believe you.

I don't want to see
you next in a morgue.

Is he with you?

Yes.

Right.

Take him to a public place.

Ross's pub.

Call me when you get there.

Whatever you do, don't upset him.

Why would Davies Jones let
Stinhurst think it was his child?

Maybe he didn't know until he came here.

Stinhurst is his best friend,

The man who revived his career.

He hasn't fought alcoholism
to see his future destroyed.

Even if this is true, it's
still circumstantial. I mean,

- unless he hurts Helen...
- For once, Havers, just shut up!

What's happened?

Nothing. Maybe we should go and eat.

- Who called you?
- No-one. A friend.

- Lynley?
- No. No. It's personal. Don't...

Why are you lying to me?

Helen!

Where's Rhys?

He left.

I didn't recognise him.

I thought...

What if you're right and
he has killed three people?

He was so angry.

There must be something that he
said to me, something I can do.

I've arranged for you
to go to a safe house.

He and I are... emotionally close.

I'm the only one who may be able to...

provoke him. I don't know,

get him to make a mistake.

- This isn't your problem.
- Yes, it is, Tommy.

You'd be using her like bait.

IF he thinks Joy sent Helen
an incriminating floppy disk.

If he find that the
content incrimination.

What happened to not
risking Helen's life?

As she was humiliated in front of me.

This is something I have to let her do.

Like she's not hurting enough?

She needs proof she's
sleeping with a murderer?

She has to put it right.

It's me. Don't hang up.

We have to talk. Please.

- Rhys.
- No, no, please...

I have to say this...

I used to hit my wife.

Not once, not twice...

Regularly.

Alcohol made me believe that
nothing was ever my fault.

I'm not sure what this
has to do with us.

I wanted to hit you.

I love you.

Too much.

The thought that I was losing you...

Maybe it isn't me.

Maybe something else is troubling you.

Perhaps. I don't know.

I'm out of control.

I can't slide back
there, Helen. I can't.

I'm sorry that I'm weak. I'm so sorry that
the only way I know how to take care of you...

is to walk away.

No, please...

Every time I look at you,
I'll be looking for your fear.

Don't go.

Not now. I need your help.

- Rhys, please.
- I can't!

What you've just said...

I-I don't want to...

Look...

something else has happened,

and despite what you may think,
you're the only person I can trust.

This came in the post. It's
from Joy. It's a short note.

"If anything happens to me, do
what you feel is appropriate."

What's on it?

I don't know. I haven't
got my laptop here.

There's a computer at the
theatre. I'll check it out.

No.

Joy sent it to ME.

All right. We'll go together. Come on.

- In the morning.
- For God's sake,

it might tell us who killed her!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry, you're absolutely
right, I shouldn't have shouted at you.

Well, well, well... we'll
check it out tomorrow.

Are you all right?

He didn't take it. It can't be him.

Oh, he's smart.

He's probably establishing
himself an alibi.

He'll be back.

She'll...

They'll be back.

We carry on as planned.

You can pour me one.

- What?
- What happened?

Car approaching. Could be suspect.

No.

Unidentified male coming into lane.

Picked him up at rear gate.

He's putting on a Balaclava.

Heading towards target's door.

ETA 15 seconds.

Maintain radio silence.

I'm gonna be sick!
Stop the frigging car!

The car spooked him.
Suspect on the move.

After him!

He's heading for the woods!

Armed police!

Put your hands where I can see them.

Show me your hands!

20 years ago, Hannah
told me she was pregnant.

She was a barmaid, for God's
sake. Did she think I'd marry her?!

Then, would you believe it?

Stuart decides he fancies her.

All of a sudden, it's love.

She's terrified he'll end it...

...if he learnt she went with me.

He's whining in my other ear,
"should he tell the wife"?

I wanted to tell him,

"I had her first, mate."

Everything's OK for 20 years.

Then Gowan falls for Elizabeth.

Stuart panics.

Hannah's going to tell him the truth.

"Relax. Elizabeth and Gowan's
OK. He's not your son."

It turns out Hannah
has been talking to Joy.

Is that how you show you care?

Planting ideas in Joy's mind?

Leaving incriminating
evidence for your son?

So, you killed them both.

I get that sorted.

You killed Gowan, too.

And then along comes Rhys,

gabbling about some computer disk.

What did she think

Stuart would say when he
learnt the kid's really mine?

He'll finish me.

I'll lose Joanna for certain.

I'm supposed to sit back
and let that happen?

Stuart and Rhys playing creative
genius - I'm just a bloody hanger-on!

It's hard to pluck a kid from
nowhere and turn her into somebody!

All these young blokes
lusting after her.

They should have seen her
stacking shelves in a supermarket!

I deserve the house, the cars,
everything I've fought for.

I'm not losing it because some
tart has a fit of conscience!

Was Gowan my son?

Look, this isn't really the place...

Was he my son?

No, I'm afraid he wasn't.

Maybe you should go home to Elizabeth.

I told her Gowan was her brother.

She doesn't want to see me again.

I had a choice.

I chose to believe you. He knows that.

I put you in an impossible situation.

- He'll understand.
- Don't!

He won't understand, of course he won't!

No wonder he lost control.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I.

No, please, stay!

Robert's driving Joanna back.

He offered me a lift.

We can't leave it like this.

I don't have anything else to say.

I'm thinking of resigning.

You're kidding?!

I went after the wrong man.

Well, what makes you so special?
That's half the Met out on its ear.

Look, I never had David
Sydeham marked for it.

I handled the situation
with Helen very badly.

No, no, no, no, you
were looking out for her.

Look, if I had a mate like...

You resign, I resign.

That's absurd. Why, for heaven's sake?

- Well, do you want the truth?
- Yes.

No-one else would work with me.

This is you being nice to me, isn't it?

Yeah.

Shall we hit the pub?