All language subtitles for The Inspector Lynley Mysteries.s01e02.Payment in Blood1

Gowan...
people are waiting for their drinks.

(Dad!)

Elizabeth...

..I care about you. Oh-h!

I don't...

I don't want...

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.

Don't you want to hear them first?
Now!

Is there a problem, Stuart?

It's time to get up, Joy.

It's a lovely day.

Joy?

ARGH!

ARGH! ARGH!

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. 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
isn't over by then,

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.

As you'll have seen from the notes,
the house they're staying in belongs
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? Mmm.

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?

His bed wasn't slept in last night.

Oh, 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 he know about this? We took
clothes from everyone, said it was
in connection with the investigation.

Did you run a check on him?
Drink driving, that's all.

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...? Stuart and I...

Nothing's been decided yet.
We're living with a murderer, David.

How CAN we open? Nothing like the
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.

HAVERS: What happened there?

POLICEMAN: A woman from Westerbrae,
Hannah Ross, hanged herself
in the folly two weeks ago.

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.
Could I have your attention, please?

I'm 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 stay in Westerbrae.

Anyone who does want to leave,

please give DC Lonan
a forwarding address.

They've finished with Helen Clyde's
room. I'll take her to change.

Are you all right?
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 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?

And I saw a laptop in the video.

SOCO removed it.
Forensics are checking it now.

No sign of a struggle. I'd say
that the victim was lying down,

the killer was standing above her.

Point of entry of the blade
is precise. The victim was asleep.

Eight people... What are the chances
of entering and leaving without
meeting someone going to the toilet?

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.

Er...was he dressed? Yes.

Is this really relevant?

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

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.

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.

It's stupid, I know.

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?
Oh, er, 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.

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.

Er... 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.

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 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...

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...

May I see a copy of the changes?
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.

Er, Detective Inspector,
when you speak to my daughter,
Elizabeth, er...

Yes? I'd be most grateful, er...

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

and now, finding Joy, she, er...

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.

Oh, 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.

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.

The show will go ahead. Don't have to
check with Stuart, I'M telling you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

..Come in.

Copy approval as usual, OK?

I would like to ask you
a few questions, please, Mr Sydeham.

You manage your wife's career? I
take care of most areas of her life.

Is she your only client?

Yeah.

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!

HAVERS: I mean,
kissing Robert Gabriel's hard work.

They 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, er...

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.

You've had something on your mind
lately. 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 was that about?!
..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're a dirty bastard!

Calm down!

..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.

Robert said there's something not
quite right about Elizabeth. Her
father's protective towards her.

Try to get 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? It's
Gowan's job to attend to the boiler,
but anyone could have wandered in.

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.

Do you often 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.

Miss Sydeham? Are you all right? Yes.

The Detective Inspector would like
a word. I'll go and get David. No,
we'd prefer to talk to you alone.

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. 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. Oh, 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. 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.

Oh, 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.

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. I told him he should come
back until you catch the bastard.

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

Uh-huh.

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.

The chair tipped left, but her right
shoe is to the right of the chair.

It fell off
when she kicked the chair away.

Hannah, standing on the chair,

rope around her neck.

For the chair to fall left, she had
to kick it with her left foot.

Why did she lose her right shoe?
If she was murdered, how come
our lads didn't pick up on it?

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

They find her hanging -
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?
Were his...? 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. Blood?

Where? The right-hand pocket
of your trousers.
How do you think it got there?

I don't know. ..Yes, sorry,

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

There is no mention
of a row in your statement.

It was just a 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?

What's the problem, Lynley?

Hmm? Are you jealous? >

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. 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. Look, do what you said
you would do - hand 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!

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 �100,000.

Speak to the bank.
See if they can find out
where Hannah got �100,000 from.

Was there a letter with Gowan's
body? Officers checked his room. They
didn't mention a letter or cheque.

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

Elizabeth? Are you all right?

Elizabeth, please...

Is there a problem?
She's locked the door.

..Sweetheart, let me in.

What shall I do? Break it down?
Could she have got anything? No.

I don't know.

Don't! Don't even pretend.
You're GLAD Gowan's dead.

Why don't I come inside?

Did you kill him?

Did you kill Gowan? Did you kill Joy?

I'll call Dr Bennett.
No! You've done enough!

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! 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 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. Mmm.
..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 madness.

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 where she's gone?
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.

PHONE RINGS

Leave it.

I'd better not -
it might be important.

RINGING TONE

Come on...

Hello? Oh, thank God!
Is Davies Jones with you? Um...

We'll talk later. I have to go.
No, just listen.

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

He beat his wife. She was so scared
she moved her family 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.
Um...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 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. What
happened to not risking Helen's life?

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.

PHONE RINGS

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 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 note.

"If anything happens to me, do what
you feel is right." 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! You're absolutely right -
I shouldn't have shouted at you.
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?

POLICE RADIO:
'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.

DRUNKEN SHOUTING FROM CAR

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 badly.
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?

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