When I'm with you, it's as though Pamela doesn't exist.
- I wish she didn't exist. - So do I, my darling.
Close your eyes.
Go on.
We'll pretend she doesn't exist.
Cissy!
Cissy, where are you?
Cissy!
Philip needs changing.
- Did James say what time he'd be back? - No, Mrs Westropp.
No, my darlings, let Daddy do that. It's very heavy.
Go along with Nanny now.
- I'll see you later, Mavis. - I hope so.
- Wife indisposed again, Partridge? - Can't be all work, no play, Fisher.
Besides, don't you have your own amusement lined up?
- Thomas. - Pamela.
- Oliver. - Pamela.
Nice to see you again. Do come in.
- No James? - He's done his disappearing trick again.
And doubtless he'll reappear when there's food on the table.
- So, when can I see you? - Later. In the gun room.
Thomas and I wanted to talk to you privately, James.
Before any more damage is done.
We have a responsibility to find the source.
You're not suggesting I'm responsible
for passing information to the other side?
Well, someone is.
Prove to us it isn't you.
You have my word.
Well, sadly, that won't be enough.
There may be a mole
but it's not me.
I want to believe you, James, I do.
But I can't.
We can't allow another scandal.
Not after Profumo.
It has to be sorted out immediately.
Gentlemen,
goodnight.
I'm going to go to bed.
What if he doesn't admit to it?
God, I hate you. Oliver loves me.
He makes love to me in a way that you never could.
How does that make you feel?
- Pamela! - Don't say another word!
I hate you!
Pamela's dead, Cissy.
You have to help me.
Cissy Kohler was convicted of the murder of Pamela Westropp in 1963.
We maintain that Miss Kohler's confession
was obtained under extreme duress,
sufficient to cast doubt on its veracity
and thereby to render her conviction
unsafe.
The Home Secretary and the court agreed.
Kohler, whose lengthy stay in prison
included nearly 12 years
in the psychiatric wing of Langton Prison,
only relatively recently asserted her innocence.
Evidence put before the court
indicated that the suspect had been assaulted by the police
during the interrogation which led to her confession.
It's another damaging blow to police credibility,
following the release of the Bridgewater Three...
Bloody rubbish, Wally. We both know that.
She's as guilty as hell.
I'd have thrown away the key and not thought of it again.
Detective Superintendent Wally Tallantire, since retired,
was the officer in charge of the Westropp Hall case.
He received a good deal of notoriety for his handling of that case.
I suspect he'll receive a good deal more now,
albeit less welcome.
Who died?
You'd be wise to give Dalziel a wide berth this morning.
- What's special about this morning? - He'll be in a mood.
What with Kohler and Hiller both returning to haunt him.
- Who's Hiller? - Deputy Chief Constable to you.
He's appropriating this office to run his investigation.
This'll do nicely.
If one of you lads'll give us a hand
we've got some computer gear and files that need shifting.
It's good.
Sergeant Wield.
Constable.
What's Dalziel got to do with Kohler?
That was 30 odd years ago,
surely it's Wally Tallantire that's on the spot.
Dalziel worked closely with Wally when he was a youngster.
It's hard to imagine him young.
He won't take kindly to anyone casting aspersions.
Wally was his big hero.
He loved him. Respected him.
You're making Dalziel sound almost human.
Dalziel today is what Tallantire was 30 years ago.
What, so we've got him to blame?
Someone to blame is what Hiller needs.
Dalziel is the only one left
who had anything to do with the Westropp Hall investigation.
If the inquiry gets hot, Andy's the one likely to get burnt.
Ah, Hiller'll know Dalziel was just a face in the back of the photograph.
That's the second part of the bad news. Hiller hates Dalziel.
About as much as Dalziel hates him.
Geoff!
Is that you?
Geoff Hiller, by all that's holy.
How are you, lad?
What fettle.
- By God, it's good to see you. - How are you, Andy?
I'm grand. Who's your friend?
This is Detective Inspector Stubbs, meet Detective Superintendent Dalziel,
head of Mid Yorkshire CID.
- Hi. Glad to meet you, Sup. - Soup?
Up here we drink soup.
Or we chew it if it's homemade.
Are you going to be with us long enough to understand our little Yorkshire ways?
You may have heard some question has arisen
over the safety of the verdict in the Westropp Hall murder case?
The Home Office has ordered an inquiry.
I've heard nowt.
But let me guess, you're doing the inquiry.
Well, let me assure you, you'll get nowt but cooperation
from my department, Geoff.
- That's kind of you. - It's not kind.
It's what you expect.
- Can I speak to you for a moment? - But isn't that what we're doing now?
And having a right go at it as well.
Privately.
Of course, Geoff.
You just let me settle.
And I'll be in my office when you're ready to speak.
Bloody Adolf.
The higher up a monkey climbs, the more he shows his arse, eh?
Any messages?
Reporters, looking for a comment.
Well, they'll get nowt from me. Any of 'em.
I thought I was getting out of prison. Or am I just changing cells?
It was Hiller's idea.
This way the press won't bother you and you can take your time
readjusting.
After 35 years, taking my time is the last thing I want to do.
It's for your own good.
Look, these officers are on 24-hour duty to protect you.
Oh, good. That should make me feel more at home.
Geoff, come in.
Please, take a seat.
I think it's time to lay a few ground rules.
First, in front of the other officers, protocol will be observed.
That means "Sir" instead of "Geoff".
Fair enough.
No more Geoffing around.
Second, the inquiry room allocated to us is off-limits to all Mid Yorkshire staff
including you.
Is that all?
If you have any papers, any information related to the Westropp Hall case,
I want to see them immediately.
Well, there's no need to keep anything when the case is closed
and you've got the right villain.
It's open now.
Let me say this loud and clear.
If I find that you're obstructing my investigation in any way,
I'll bury you.
You'll have to dig a big hole.
It's in all our interests to keep things on an even keel.
Even keel, plain sailing.
Plain sailing, yeah.
That's what we want.
Pascoe!
Have they started to pull Cissy Kohler's files from the archives yet?
Well, they're stacking the boxes right now.
I need you to put together a list of anyone still living
who was at Westropp Hall that weekend.
Andy, uh, I can't.
Raymond's just...
Raymond's just told me I'm to liaise with Hiller on the inquiry.
God bless him. That'll put us on the inside track.
I'm not to discuss anything about the case or the inquiry with you.
I'm sorry.
We need to see any memoirs or papers you might have, Mr Tallantire,
relating to the case.
Wally, can you hear me?
He can't understand a word, He's doo-lally. He's gone, Chief.
Hello, Mr Rosser.
Yeah. Yeah, he's breathing.
I've brought your dinner for you.
He's just taking up space. I'll tell you what, chief...
All done, then.
Geoff!
Oh, sorry. Sir.
You've come to visit, have you?
What are you doing here, Dalziel?
I'm here to feed Wally.
Well, he doesn't manage it so well any more since the stroke.
You got to look after your own, don't you?
Well, some of us do, anyway.
I've got some nice food here.
Well, I guess you could call it food.
It's for you, Wally.
Yeah, oh, could you take the cup, for me, off the tray?
Thanks.
Would you mind putting that on the table as well, sir?
Thank you.
Right, open wide.
Come on, open.
That's it, there you go.
You haven't come to question him, have you?
Oh, you're on a loser there, sir.
I doubt if he remembers anything any more.
Sometimes he thinks I'm Maud.
That was his wife, God rest her soul.
We just wanted to see if he had any information or papers
that might help us with our investigation.
Oh. Wally?
Wally?
If you've got any papers
or anything relating to the Westropp Hall case,
can you nod your head?
No, you see, look, nothing.
You'll have no joy here, sir, I'm sorry.
Sorry about that. There you go.
Oh, if you're intending to stay, you could help me change him.
There's some nappies over there in the toilet.
Well, no, uh... Well, we'd better be off.
Eh? Oh, I understand.
You've got a lot more ground to cover for your investigation.
Well, I'm sure Wally appreciated you dropping by.
See you again, Wally.
They're going now, Wally.
Say ta-ta.
Fancy a pint, guv?
- Is this them, Wally? - Mmm.
There you go, Rosie, that should send you off to the land of nod.
Then Raymond told me not to talk to Dalziel about any of it.
There's a relief.
Well, I don't like being put in that position.
Well, it means he won't be calling here at all hours
demanding your attention like a lap dog.
Rosie will see more of Daddy and less of grumpy Mummy.
Pascoe.
Remember, you're not supposed to talk to him.
You said it was an emergency, not breaking and entering.
Who's broke owt?
Anyway, what's the world coming to
if the head of CID can't enter any room he likes in his own station?
Fair enough.
But I don't see why a man who can enter anything he likes
would need any assistance from an ordinary mortal like me.
Don't get cheeky.
Look, you know about these things, don't you?
Well, I know how to switch them on and switch them off,
but that's about all.
Give us a demonstration.
I can't, sir. Raymond gave me a direct order.
Am I asking you about the bloody inquiry?
No.
I'm asking you how you work computers, there's no harm in it.
Oh, all right, Inspector. I'll not beg.
You bugger off home and argue with the wife.
I'll sort this out meself.
Man who can play the bagpipes shouldn't have trouble with this job.
Move over.
Oh!
- What do you want to know? - Everything Hiller knows.
I can't just thump it and get it to tell me everything.
It's not an old-fashioned interrogation. Be specific.
All right. Main thing I want to know is where's Kohler shacked up now?
Not specific enough?
Well, let's not waste your talents. Give us every bugger's address.
All of them at Westropp Hall that weekend.
DALzlEL: Oh, Thomas Partridge. He was there.
The former minister?
DALzlEL: Now Sir Thomas. All round big-wig and fat cat.
James Westropp's dead.
That's one less to bother about.
Westropp's son Philip, he's still alive.
DALzlEL: Yeah, he'd have been about a year old at the time.
Oliver Fisher.
What's so special about Fisher?
DALzlEL: I don't know.
But when I find out, I'm not going to like it.
Good, Mavis Marsh stayed local.
Who was Marsh?
Ah, she was the nanny to Partridge's kids.
Who used to minister to the minister in her spare time.
That's it, sir.
That's the sum total of help I can give you on this.
DALzlEL: I understand.
And to show my appreciation, I'll treat you to a fish supper.
I'll call the station.
No, lad.
I don't want half the squad down here
to scatter dust over me haddock and chips.
- You've been burgled. - Yeah.
Mind you, if they'd wanted to make it look real,
they would've taken the telly and the VCR, wouldn't they?
Let's have our supper.
- What were they looking for? - I don't know.
Wally's papers,
my papers,
anything to do with the Westropp Hall case.
It's a little trick my mother taught me.
Anything valuable, they never look in the ice box.
Sir, I don't think Hiller's the type to resort to breaking and entering.
Neither do I.
- But you just said... - I didn't say it was Hiller.
- Well then, who would have... - The Emmies.
- The Emmies? - Ml5.
Ml6. The funny buggers.
And what makes you think they'd want to cover this up?
Instinct.
At the end of the day, Wally will be the villain
and the case will be closed.
Maybe he is the villain, sir.
For meself,
I think that truth and loyalty are in short supply these days.
The truth is, Wally did a good job,
arresting those that needed to be arrested,
based on the evidence he had.
See, I found that key in Westropp's jacket.
It's the key to the gun room, where Pamela's body was found.
Sir, Hiller's going to know someone took it from the evidence boxes.
- It wasn't in the evidence boxes. - You withheld evidence?
Kohler confessed, Wally had the culprit.
It could have placed Westropp in the room where his wife was murdered.
Westropp had an alibi, remember?
I didn't want to muddy the waters, didn't think it meant owt.
You kept it for 35 years and didn't think it meant anything?
I showed it to Wally.
He said it meant nothing. He had the guilty party.
I didn't want the buggers destroying Wally's reputation.
- That's the loyalty part. - Wally's or yours?
Sir, I think it's best we didn't have this conversation.
Goodnight.
If you don't want your fish supper, can I have it?
Stop panicking, do as I say, everything will be fine.
We've found him. I'm trying to get in touch.
I'll go to see him in person if I have to.
Listen to me, I know what I'm doing.
Look, Cissy, I'll call you later.
Just a moment.
- Miss Marsh? - You are?
Inspector St John Jones.
I'm heading the inquiry into the Westropp Hall case.
- Come in. - Thank you.
- Wieldy, can I just have a quick word? - I'm sorry.
He's asked me not to speak to you about it.
Said to say to you "loyalty".
He said you'd know what that meant.
It was a long time ago, wasn't it?
That awful night at Westropp Hall.
I feel a bit of an antique myself.
A well-preserved one.
Flattery will get you everywhere.
I was delighted Cissy Kohler was finally released.
Oh, why was that?
All those years for something she didn't do?
Seems to be quite a habit for the police to get it wrong.
It was those two policemen that upset her so much,
she'd have confessed to shooting Kennedy if they'd asked her.
By heck, they're not short of a few bob.
The older one was a right bully.
DALzlEL: Wally, um, Tallantire? That's him.
Does it smell like suicide to you, Dalziel, lad?
Murder has a certain sort of smell.
It hangs in the air like the smoke of a cheap cigar.
Instinct. A detective's best friend.
DALzlEL: If you were so sure she was innocent,
why didn't you come forward for the trial?
Well, I didn't have any evidence, as you would say,
that she was innocent. Just an instinct.
And instinct is fallible, isn't it? Besides, she confessed.
- Scone? - Oh, please.
That has nothing to do with your relationship with
Sir Thomas Partridge?
As I'm sure you know,
perfectly monstrous allegations were made about us,
which I'm sorry to say put their marriage to the test.
It was his duty to protect the government from the hint of scandal,
so he resigned.
His impeccable behaviour seems lost on ministers today.
The years seem to have treated you well.
I've been fortunate.
My years as a house mother at Beddington College were glorious.
Are you still in touch with Sir Thomas?
No, sadly. But I follow his successes in the newspapers.
Perhaps you'd like to see some of my photo albums and scrapbooks?
- Are there more scones? - Of course.
Superintendent Dalziel. I've got a meeting with Sir Thomas.
I had no doubts about the verdict, Mr Dalziel. None at all.
Nor did I find anything reprehensible
in the way Wally Tallantire conducted the case.
But if she's innocent, as she says...
"As she says," precisely.
Tell yourself a lie for 30 years and you're bound to believe it.
She certainly felt guilty at the time.
Did you keep in touch with James Westropp?
No. I hardly knew him.
- You know he's dead? - Died abroad, I heard.
Buried back here next to his wife, I'm told.
There's loyalty for you.
We all tried to get over that awful weekend.
I imagine he never did.
It was a... a terrible time.
We were on the verge of rebuilding the country,
had the government who could do the job,
and then that silly tart Keeler ruins it all.
I always heard Profumo had something to do with it.
We lost 16 years. We had to wait for Thatcher to put things right.
Keeler and Kohler.
There's a lesson in it.
Avoid women whose names begin with K?
Might be as simple as that.
When I read the papers about it,
it's as though they're writing about someone else's life, not mine.
I have no memory of Kohler or my mother.
They're fiction to me.
- But your father told you what happened. - I was quite young when he died.
My first year at Beddington.
I don't imagine he thought the details would give me any comfort.
- You went to Beddington College? - Mmm. Stayed there until university.
My house mother was the first person to tell me the sordid details of it all.
- What was her name? - Miss Marsh.
She used to look after me in the school holidays
if no aunt or uncle was willing to take me in.
All those years.
I didn't dwell on it.
Well, now I will.
If Kohler didn't kill my mother, someone must have.
Ah, well, thanks for your help, Philip.
- So what's Hiller done about Cissy? - Safehouse.
She's a sad, unstable woman.
From the deep recesses of my memory,
I seem to recall that was your description of Pamela Westropp.
Pull!
Well, same description, maybe the same fate.
Now, what are you going to do about Marsh?
Isn't she a sad, unstable woman, too? Pull!
If Kohler knows, she'll go looking.
Perhaps it's a two-bird scenario.
Help her to settle any scores she feels inclined to settle.
That'd be three birds, wouldn't it?
That would require a very large stone indeed, wouldn't it?
Don't contact me again.
Pull!
Damn.
- Hiya. - Hiya.
Arrived in the post.
Did you buy me a present?
You can always trust the post.
You going to ask us in, then?
- Hi, Ellie. - Hi, Andy.
- You all right? - Hi, Wieldy.
- Hello, Rosie. - Hi.
Wally's papers.
Wally always expected loyalty from his team
and we always gave it to him, without question.
This is the moment where you tell me to leave.
- Lf you don't, I'll expect it from you. - You don't have to say that.
If I didn't think I had to, I wouldn't have.
- Am I staying or going? - Staying.
- What about Raymond's orders? - They've changed.
Now he wants me to inform on you.
So, I suppose if I'm to do my job, I'd better stay close to you.
So you had.
Wieldy, fill him in on Marsh.
The house Mavis Marsh lives in is owned by Luxhouse Properties.
- She lives in a... - She lives in a place
well beyond her means. And it's filled with enough gear
they could do a special Antiques Roadshow from there.
Luxhouse Properties is owned by Inkerstamm.
- Partridge. - In one.
The house and a thousand a week.
A thousand a week, to keep her quiet?
- That's how it looks. - About what, Westropp Hall?
Wieldy's following it up.
Let's get busy.
Shall we go inside?
Mum?
Mum, would Daddy read me a bedtime story?
Not tonight, sweetheart. Come on. Back to bed.
Andy, there are three versions of a confession,
all with Cissy Kohler's name written on top.
All written in Wally's handwriting.
I mean, the last one matches word for word
the confession submitted to the court, written in Kohler's own hand and signed.
It doesn't look like she confessed of her own free will.
Of course she did.
I don't think Hiller would reach the same conclusion.
Well, now you know why I don't want Adolf getting his hands on this lot.
Wally drafts confession after confession and beats away at her till she signs.
Wally and I never touched her.
And the bruises on her body?
You don't follow.
She would've signed anything right from the start.
Wally wanted to make sure she wasn't protecting anyone.
We didn't beat a confession out of her.
Were you there when she confessed?
No.
I was drying me clothes.
The only way I can explain the bruises is from dragging her out of the lake.
Wally nor me,
we didn't lay a hand on her. That's the truth.
How do you get from suicide to murder?
It smelled like murder.
Oliver Fisher tells Wally it was suicide.
At first sight, that's the way it looked.
The gun was in a vice.
There was a wire around the trigger,
looped so she could pull it when she was standing in front of the gun.
The door's locked, so no one can get in.
The key to the room is on the floor near Pamela's body.
But there's something about the key that Wally doesn't like.
The blood was smeared, wasn't it?
Wally sees it.
He realises somebody's slid the key back in the room,
after she'd been bleeding for a while.
Wally's cross.
Westropp and Fisher, they say they were drinking together.
Partridge says he was chatting to Marsh.
Just chatting, at midnight, in her room?
DALzlEL: All of the above.
He didn't say so at first because of the way it would look to his wife.
Nobody heard the gunshot
because the bells of the house were ringing.
What if Marsh and Partridge lied to give each other an alibi?
Well, that would explain why Partridge is generous enough
to give Marsh a thousand quid a week.
Partridge was a junior minister, with no motive to kill Pamela Westropp.
Wally knew in his water Kohler had done it,
but he couldn't believe she acted alone. He wants an accomplice.
That's why he writes up the confessions.
I'll tell you what it looks like to me.
Everyone had an alibi but Kohler.
Wally had an instinct, all right,
to bully the youngest, weakest and least important of them till she cracks.
No important feathers ruffled, case closed and he's a hero.
Enjoying putting me in the dock, are you, Pascoe?
Nothing to enjoy about this, sir.
So, in Wally's eyes, the case is closed, right?
Then why does he keep all these papers?
The more you dig, the muddier the water.
He was writing a book about the case.
Ten years ago or so, he was on the verge of getting it published.
When the publishers pulled out, he was gutted.
You put all that work into something, you don't just throw it away, do you?
What do you mean, pulled out?
Here's a letter from the publisher.
Reynolds & Son. They bought it.
But it was never published?
Wally was a lot of things. A writer, he wasn't.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Cissy Kohler's confession might turn out to be a fine piece of fiction.
Bath's full.
It's cold.
Check upstairs.
I do apologise for frightening you.
I couldn't trust the police.
Is that meant to make me feel better?
Well, it would be convenient for them, wouldn't it,
if something happened to you?
I think your life's in danger.
That's why I moved you as soon as I did.
Why would anyone want to harm me?
He knows you're out.
Now that you're free, you're a threat to him.
It's best if I'm blunt. He wants you dead.
I'm nearly dead as it is.
Hasn't he hurt me enough?
Well, he has his secrets, I suppose,
and you can reveal them.
I won't let anything happen to you, love.
I've ordered some food. Thought you might be hungry.
Oh, God.
Go...
Go.
Go before he comes back for you.
He'll try again, Cissy.
Long as he lives, he'll try again.
Take it.
I can't get to the telephone right now.
Please leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you.
The last person to phone here was Mavis Marsh, yesterday afternoon.
- Are her things gone? - Far as I can tell.
Come on.
- Has she gone? - Yeah.
Good. Now, she took the gun.
Do you think she took the bait?
Well, she wrote to him, so she knows where he lives.
Ah, let them get on with it.
One stone, several birds.
Exactly.
Mavis Marsh is dead. Sir, I wouldn't go...
- Has she already gone to the morgue? - Yes, sir.
- Room's exactly as it was found, sir. - Oh, aye?
Where are the photo albums?
- Who found the body? - I did.
- I want him removed, immediately. - I don't think so, Adolf.
This is my patch and my crime scene.
You put your hands on me, Stubbs, I'll break 'em off
and you'll be true to your name.
She died of natural causes. This is no crime scene.
Is that right?
No forced entry, no signs of a struggle and no wounds to the body.
Save it. I'll wait for the postmortem.
I reckon she died of a heart attack.
- Why is he breathing my air? - After you hounded her.
- You... - No!
He has knowingly interfered with my investigation
after I expressly warned him not to.
You never expected me to stand by and watch him rubbish Wally's career?
That's his excuse?
Mavis Marsh is dead. Cissy Kohler is missing.
Oh, you're trying to blame that on me as well, are you?
Did it cross your mind the two might be connected?
Look, rather than you have a go at me,
maybe you should get on your bike and go and look for her.
If she knew you were on your way to see her,
I don't blame her for doing a runner.
Oh.
Embarrassing to lose the star of the stitch-up.
Andrew.
Chief Constable, I have to make my report to the Home Secretary.
Please let me tell him you have not lost control of your men.
I've upset him.
Andrew, tell me, do you ever long for an easy life?
- I'm sorry to take your time. - So am I.
Westropp Hall was 30-odd years ago.
- I told your colleagues... - I wanted to let you know
that Mavis Marsh is dead.
Is she?
I thought you should know right away, because of your daughter.
You did have a daughter with Miss Marsh, didn't you?
We found papers among Marsh's belongings.
I believe Catherine was her name?
I had fully expected to be long gone when this day came.
Yes, Catherine's my daughter.
Yes, I look after her and her mother.
Well, I'm sorry to bring such bad news.
What other news do the police ever bring?
I'm surprised you don't want to know how she died.
Choking on her own venom, no doubt. Enlighten me.
- It seems she had a heart attack. - That's odd.
I wasn't aware she had one.
We haven't ruled out foul play.
Well, if you find out who did it, let me know.
I'll send them a thank you letter.
Why did you make such an effort
to keep your relationship with Mavis Marsh a secret?
Catherine is mentally handicapped.
She's well cared for at Moores Manor
and Miss Marsh has profited handsomely from our arrangement.
She had extortion down to a fine art.
If it's your daughter, it's hardly extortion.
I'll be honest with you.
I didn't like Miss Marsh.
In fact, her death is something of a relief.
But the only thing I'm guilty of is living up to my responsibilities.
I don't believe that's a crime.
DALzlEL: Wieldy, Pascoe.
Going on me holidays.
You can look after things while I'm away.
We've got a bit of a going-away present, if you've got a moment, sir.
Have you?
If you want to bury a book, what do you do?
You buy it and never publish.
Reynolds & Son, the publisher of Wally's book?
They were bought by Inkerstamm in 1984, eight weeks before the general election.
He's a clever bugger, that Partridge, isn't he?
DALzlEL: Have a proper look around Marsh's.
I had a proper look.
Then why are we stumbling about in the dark?
You've got a murder to investigate. Do your job.
We don't know if it was a murder yet.
- The postmortem's scheduled... - You don't need a postmortem!
Look, that woman kept her house locked with a chain on the door.
I didn't notice that Hiller and Stubbs had busted it down to get in.
She had a visitor. She made him some tea.
There was only one cup.
The killer washed it up and put it away.
- How do you know? - There were three tea bags in the pot.
She let somebody in she knew and trusted. That somebody killed her.
Kohler?
Well, she's got the right CV, but it's too well thought out.
Kohler or Partridge wouldn't have done such a neat job.
What are you going to do now, sir?
Me?
I'm on holiday.
Mavis? Mavis!
Can you come to the phone, please, Mavis?
Mavis, I think they're trying to kill me. Please.
Is there anything else?
Something you've kept from me, Wally?
If they're prepared to kill to keep something quiet, what is it?
What does Kohler have to do with it?
Did we get it wrong, Wally?
Did Westropp kill his wife?
Mavis? Mavis!
Can you come to the phone, please, Mavis?
Mavis, I think they're trying to kill me. Please.
What were you doing at Marsh's?
Has he told you anything?
- Did you send him to Marsh's? - I don't think this is the right time...
Is this your idea of loyalty, is it, Dalziel?
Let your friend get the sharp end?
Peter?
I want to speak to him alone.
- Anything you say... - Geoffrey, please.
You should see the other guy.
Right, tell me I'm a good detective. I found it in the ice box.
I think Kohler's in London. She thinks someone's trying to kill her.
That's a letter from Westropp, dated two weeks ago.
I think Westropp's alive.
What am I?
Oi!
Go away.
She'd taken some sort of digitalis preparation.
Slows the heart rate down.
If you get a common or garden arrhythmia,
your heart rate slows down, blood doesn't get to your brain
and you faint.
Well, this wasn't fainting, this was dying.
Aye, I think I'd have noticed if she was alive.
If you get a build-up of the drug or an overdose, the heart can stop.
Looks like that's what happened with Miss Marsh.
Up to the coroner.
I'm sure she was murdered.
Looks like you're wrong about that.
You were wrong about something else, as well.
- What? - You told me she was a mother.
Mavis Marsh never had a baby in her life.
Of that I'm absolutely certain.
James Westropp.
Have a seat.
Just bear with me.
Your name is...
Mavis Marsh.
Fancy meeting you here.
Stay away from me.
It's funny.
It seems that whenever we meet,
I've got questions and you've got answers.
Maybe you don't remember me.
I remember you. Leave me alone. Don't come near me.
I've no interest in hurting you.
There's no one staying at the clinic by that name, Miss Marsh. I'm sorry.
- How can I help you, sir? - Me?
Oh, I'm interested in some liposuction,
and if that works, I've got some other parts of me
- that could do with an overhaul. - This is a cancer clinic, sir.
Is it? And I thought Mavis was here to have her breasts done.
You! Move away, right now!
Look, no one's going to hurt you.
You've never been more right. Where's James Westropp?
I told you, there's no one by that name at the clinic.
Put the gun away.
No. Please don't doubt how serious I am.
If you know where he is, you'd better tell her.
I've been given strict instructions.
For God's sake, woman, give her what she wants to know!
He... He went home.
He went home this morning, to Yorkshire.
Don't try to follow me. I'll use this! I have no reason not to.
Do you understand?
I'm calling the police.
I am the police.
All right, Kohler, calm down.
Leave me alone. I won't be your victim any more or Westropp's.
Turn around and walk away.
I'm the best chance you've got of staying alive, Miss Kohler.
Of course you are.
Now, do as I tell you, or I'll shoot. Walk away.
I can't.
Give me the gun. I won't hurt you.
You don't understand, do you? You can't frighten me any more.
I've got nothing to lose.
That was me trying to kill you.
No, as soon as we've finished our inquiries,
I'm sure the coroner will be able to reach a verdict.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Solicitor for Marsh's estate.
Anxious to tidy up things for the beneficiary.
- Aren't we all? - Cheers.
Who was it? Cheers.
A man called Phillip Jacklin.
That was Kohler's brief.
I need some answers.
Did Marsh pay you to work on the Kohler case?
Attorney-client privilege. I'm sorry.
That looks like it hurts.
It does.
It's hard to be patient when you've got a nagging pain.
So let me just get to the basics.
Marsh was extorting money from Partridge for a fictitious child.
That makes you an accessory to extortion.
What are you talking about?
The pathologist's report said Marsh never had a child.
Moores Manor has no record of such a person,
so let me just ask again before the pain becomes too much,
what was Marsh's interest in Kohler?
Mavis came to me about two years ago and told me about Cissy Kohler,
how her confession was unsafe.
What, just out of the blue?
We'd been negotiating with Partridge to increase his payment
for his daughter's maintenance, Catherine.
Partridge didn't want to pay any more. He felt the state should pay.
It was a difficult time for Mavis.
She was worried about her daughter's future well-being.
She never had a daughter.
So you say.
DALzlEL: Mavis is dead, Cissy.
Is she?
What did you and Marsh want from Westropp?
I know she was helping you to find him.
I didn't kill her, if that's what you're thinking.
You're not much of a mind-reader.
I'm thinking why is she dead?
Why did someone kill Fisher?
Why are they trying to kill you?
I thought you'd be able to tell me.
I reckon I'm risking my life talking to you.
So I'd be grateful if you'd make it worth my while.
I'm not forcing you to be here.
If you didn't kill Pamela Westropp, who did?
You killed her.
You killed my wife.
I think we both know who killed her, James.
The question is, what do we do now?
Hold on.
Do you really think that I had something to do with this?
Oliver was having a drink with me, James.
Where were you?
This will haunt you for the rest of your life,
however short it might be.
Tell me.
Pamela's dead, Cissy.
You have to help me.
James did it.
He did it for you, Cissy.
He would do anything for you. Don't you see?
We have to help him.
We'll make it look like suicide.
No one will ever know.
If you love him, you'll help me.
I don't suppose a man like you could understand love,
or the way I felt.
You're right.
I'm so thick, I don't understand murder,
nor someone who's innocent who tries to commit suicide.
I loved James.
I didn't think I deserved his love.
Going to jail for him was the way I could prove I loved him.
You were told he was dead in 1968.
Well, I died, too, I suppose.
It made no difference whether I was in prison or not.
What changed your mind?
Mavis came to see me a few years ago.
She told me that James was still alive. She had proof.
His son Philip went to Beddington College.
She befriended him.
Poor boy had lost both his parents, she thought,
until he told her the truth.
I was in prison
and he had abandoned me.
So I hated him.
Simple, really.
But what'll you do you when you find him?
What's the gun for?
- Leave me alone. - I can't.
I don't know who killed Mavis.
I don't know why Fisher was so interested.
And I don't know why he's dead.
I don't know why Westropp has suddenly been recalled to life.
So Marsh was afraid her little scam with Partridge was about to dry up
and decides to help Kohler get out of prison after 30-odd years?
It rattled Partridge. He kept paying.
Kohler had no interest in making an appeal.
Marsh paid for it.
No. I don't believe she's a good Samaritan.
There's something else. Keep digging.
We haven't hit bottom.
- Any sign of Kohler? - Oh, aye.
She's here with me.
And that's where she's going to stay.
Yeah. Mind your own business.
- What? - No, I wasn't talking to you.
Look, I'm bringing Kohler back with me.
Then you and I will visit Westropp, wring some sense out of him.
Oh, and, Pascoe, Oliver Fisher's dead.
Confirm it, will you? Then tell Hiller.
Right.
Ready?
Bloody toy cops.
Why would anyone want to live in London?
Give me the gun. Don't want you hurting yourself.
Open the boot.
- You what? - Open the boot!
- Give me the keys. - Don't do anything you might regret.
I've got nothing but regrets. Now get in.
Now!
This is bloody stupid.
God!
You won't get away with this, you know.
Hello!
Anybody out there?
Hey!
Deputy Chief Constable Hiller, I am Chief Superintendent Davis,
Police Internal Investigations.
Oh, sodding mobile phones!
Can't even get a signal when you want one.
Hey!
Anybody out there?
The boot of the red car!
Oi! Hey!
Hey!
Well, I don't know the details, but he's gone.
And another strange thing,
there's no report of any kind of shooting in a London hotel.
Well, that's not that strange.
Fisher was a senior officer in the security services.
They're unlikely to broadcast his murder.
Hiller gone home, sir?
Yes, very much so, I'm afraid.
He no longer has a role in the Westropp Hall inquiry.
He's under investigation for falsifying his expenses in South Thames.
And he seemed like such a nice man.
But as the good book teaches us, Peter,
the Devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape.
Hello! Hey!
Hey! Put it down!
Oh!
Thank you.
Very kind of you.
Detective Superintendent Dalziel. Get your gear off me car.
All right, mate, give us a minute.
Where's me keys?
Have you seen me keys?
- No, mate. Have you seen them? - No, I haven't seen them.
You might as well take it. It's no good to me.
I've got no keys, have I?
Taxi! Taxi!
- Have you been saved? - More than once, as it happens.
Oh, that's the power of forgiveness.
I'm not good on forgiveness. Revenge is more my cup of tea.
- Revenge is never sweet. - Obviously you've never tasted it.
In the New Testament, it says if you...
Ma'am, I was brought up not to be rude to nice ladies.
So if you'll leave me alone, I won't have to change my ways, will I?
Oliver Fisher.
My God, lad, years haven't treated you well, have they?
Mind you, you haven't started to decompose, yet.
- You found religion? - No.
But with you and Westropp coming back from the dead,
there's two good arguments for it.
I'm going to give you some simple instructions.
Give me the Bible, forget about Kohler and let events take their course.
I'm sorry, you'll have to say that again.
I didn't understand.
Do as you're told.
Why start now and change the habits of a lifetime?
Cigarette.
Now get up. Move slowly.
So, you made Cissy believe that Westropp was trying to kill her.
And your death was a little piece of theatre designed to convince her.
So you give her the gun.
Then you point her in the direction of Westropp.
How am I doing?
Taxing my patience.
And after she kills Westropp,
she's either shot by well-meaning police,
or she'll be found dead, a victim of suicide.
Case closed.
You're interfering with an official investigation.
Your hounding of Kohler might very well lead her to some desperate act.
Now, that's what I've seen.
That's what I'd have to testify.
This is a fascinating book, you know.
Seems that Cissy Kohler used to write her memoirs in it.
So whatever happens to her, her memories live on.
That's how books are. They're immortal.
- Give it to me. - I don't think so.
This is a no-smoking carriage, sir.
Oh, is it? Oh, sorry.
- Where are the smoking carriages? - Two down, sir.
Thank you.
Nice, uh, chatting to you.
My apologies, everyone.
So sorry about the horrible smell. Very bad habit I've got.
I'll give up one day.
Stop where you are, sir.
British Transport Police. May we have a word?
Keep walking.
In here.
What are you going to do? Shoot me here?
Oh, well.
I was sure she kept a diary.
What else would you do for 30-odd years?
I'll see that you're charged with obstruction of justice.
Well, no one likes a bent cop, do they?
Thanks.
Here, give this to your favourite charity.
And God bless.
Pick it away, you fool!
Sir?
Your obstreperous friend never understood
that I was interested in the same thing that he was.
And now they'll have my head for it.
He warned me.
Why don't you warn him?
Marsh's death will be put down to natural causes.
Do you know who killed her?
I did.
You did. Dalziel did.
We all did.
We opened a box that we shouldn't have opened.
The only thing that I was meant to discover
was Wally Tallantire's culpability in obtaining a false confession.
But I reported that Marsh's death was murder
and that James Westropp might possibly be still alive.
Within a few hours, I was removed from the inquiry.
My career is finished.
If Dalziel digs too deep,
he'll find it's his own grave.
He's got Cissy Kohler and he knows where Westropp is.
Then it might be too late.
After the weekend, Pamela insists on going to London.
I'll let her go by herself, so we can spend the time together.
This was the last time, James.
Please, don't.
Don't say that.
I can't make love with you and look her in the eye in the morning.
I can't do it any more.
How can you?
I don't look her in the eye. I don't look at her at all.
It's as though she isn't there.
James! James, are you in there?
After the weekend, I'm going to tell Pamela I'm leaving.
It's better for all of us.
I would do anything for you.
No.
No, you wouldn't.
Cissy?
James?
I'm Philip.
We hoped you'd come.
Please, come in.
It's very early, but I know he wants to see you.
He doesn't sleep much any more, just on and off.
Come.
James, is that you?
What's left of me.
Dear God, the number of times over the last 30 years
I've wanted to hold you...
But now, with you standing in front of me,
I feel nothing but shame.
Say something to me, Cissy, please.
I'm dying.
Yes, you are.
You'll very soon be dead.
Here, look after this.
Kohler's got a gun and murder on her mind.
And that's precisely what Fisher wants.
- I thought Fisher was dead. - He'll wish he was.
I spent 30 years in jail for you.
No, you didn't, Cissy.
I know Fisher killed her.
You ran away.
You left me with nothing.
I had to go away, Cissy.
It had nothing to do with you, or Pamela.
- Liar. - My whole life has been a lie.
I've nothing to gain by lying to you now.
There's a thousand ways to make you go away.
But it'd be easier if you did it yourself.
I'll make a deal with you.
Give me the Bible, go home, retire.
I'll make sure you still get your pension. Fair?
Where's Kohler?
Fulfilling her destiny.
With Westropp?
One hour, with any luck he doesn't exist.
The Bible, then go home.
It's in the car.
I'll get it.
A car accident is required. See to it.
I'll make sure Kohler's done her part.
Go for it.
How you did the unthinkable for me.
You bore my guilt without complaint.
What an astonishing act of love.
Don't weep, my darling.
I don't blame you.
I spent 35 years trying to forget.
And you spent them trying to remember.
I spent my life wanting to be with you.
When I heard you were still alive...
I received your letter. So much anger.
I don't blame you for that, but why did you want money?
Hmm?
Of all the things you could ask of me...
I never asked you for money.
Mavis Marsh wrote the letter.
She asked for the money.
He's still alive, Fisher.
Don't look so disappointed.
He was expecting you to find Westropp and kill him.
I'm sure he had the same fate in mind for you.
I'm very disappointed, Oliver.
Once they'd released Cissy, I knew the past would find me.
I hoped it would, Mr...
Dalziel.
You... You were that pushy chap who worked for Wally Tallantire.
I still am.
I see.
Would you take me through to my drawing room, please?
Wait for me, Cissy. I won't be a minute.
Pascoe, keep an eye on Fisher.
I'm going to need to talk to him.
It was a spooks' weekend.
Me, Fisher and Partridge,
all of us involved in the security service.
They both thought I was the mole.
But it wasn't that simple.
Pamela was having an affair with Fisher.
I was in love with Cissy.
We both knew, but it was not spoken.
The Age of Aquarius, perhaps.
But not of fidelity.
No. Apparently not.
I gave the information to Pamela.
I used her disgracefully.
In a way, I did kill her.
She told Fisher.
And Fisher was the leak.
- You would say that, wouldn't you? - Hmm?
To coin a phrase.
Yeah.
One of Miss Rice-Davies' best moments in that sordid Profumo business.
Yes, I would say that,
because it was true.
Painfully true.
I... I was spying on our own spies.
My role was to find the traitor in our midst,
and then, over time, put him to good use
by feeding him false information.
A regular James Bond.
Without the toys.
No one knew.
However difficult it is for you to believe now,
I had an affection for Pamela.
I felt guilty about having manipulated her.
I tried to warn her.
Listen to me!
You're never to see him again.
Why should I stop seeing him? Does it make you jealous? You hypocrite!
Because if you do, you'll be in danger.
You sleep with her, don't you?
James, don't you?
I hate you!
See, Oliver loves me.
He makes love to me in a way that you never could.
How does that make you feel?
Relieved, then anxious.
Pamela!
I realised I shouldn't have said anything to her.
It caused her death.
And he knows about us.
He told me I'm never to see you again.
I'm leaving him. Then we can be together.
What did he say?
He said I'd be in danger.
Am I in danger, my darling?
He killed her.
DALzlEL: Why did he kill her?
He had to.
She was the living proof that he was the leak.
You expect me to believe that?
Well, personally, I don't care whether you do or not.
I don't care very much about any of it, except Cissy.
Impending demise has that effect.
If you don't care, why are you telling me?
Because you care.
If you love Cissy, how could you let her go to jail?
Oh, duty, loyalty. I didn't feel good about it.
The tragedy that both Fisher and I had destroyed women who loved us
was not lost on me.
Then events overtook me.
Someone told the security service that I was the mole.
So I conspired to make myself dead before they could do the same.
Why don't you give your feet a rest, Mr Fisher?
You're not going anywhere.
- This is the truth? - And it doesn't set you free.
Ahh!
I shot him in self-defence.
Arrest me.
They've already given me my death sentence.
Did you see what happened, Pascoe?
No, sir, I was lying on the ground.
All I want is to make my peace with Cissy.
You won't have to beat a confession out of me.
I didn't beat a confession out of her.
I didn't have to.
She killed Pamela. She told the truth.
And she's the only one of you lot I know has done at least that.
You killed her, Cissy, didn't you?
- Pamela! - Don't say another word!
I hate you!
DALzlEL: You followed Pamela to the gun room.
I'll put one in for you, too, shall I?
I trusted you with my child.
And you steal my husband?
I'll kill you both.
DALzlEL: You were frightened. You thought Pamela would do it.
You haven't got the nerve.
DALzlEL: No one beat a confession from you.
The bruising on your neck, it was from the recoil of the gun when you shot her.
You left the room, but there was nowhere to go.
You heard footsteps approaching.
So you hid in the shadows.
Fisher found the body
and then saw you watching him in the doorway.
Pamela's dead, Cissy.
You'll have to help me.
DALzlEL: And you went along with Fisher's plan
to make it look like suicide.
And you would have said nothing,
until Wally unravelled the false suicide.
Just put the key in Westropp's jacket.
When they find it, I'll change my story, say I wasn't with him,
that I lied to protect him.
It'll be enough to see him done.
DALzlEL: Then you realised you had to confess to save Westropp.
You're lying to save yourself.
You had to say it was her,
or you'll end your career in disgrace.
It's not a lie.
It's all in the good book.
Is it true?
I loved you so much.
I would have done anything for you.
Yes, well, Wally will be able to rest easy now.
- And you, too, eh, Dalziel? - Yes, sir.
Self-defence?
Uh, that's what Mr Westropp told us, sir.
- That's a story that's hard to believe. - Is it?
Well, given that Westropp had already died.
And are you familiar with Lazarus, Andrew?
No, sir. I didn't work on that case.