Dalziel and Pascoe (1996) s11e01 Episode Script

The Cave Woman

They've been down
there for two hours.
Thank God the dams we put in
are still diverting the floodwater
from Crossley Passage.
Yeah, but if it keeps
raining like this?
We'll check the weather forecast
every half hour.
Over here!
I'm here! Help me.
Somebody, please!
Help me!
Lateef! Listen.
Hold it down a sec.
It's her! We've found her.
Set up the HeyPhone.
Let's contact Maddern.
Underground to surface.
We've located Hazel, over.
Well done, Ruskin.
Give me a casualty sit rep
as soon as you can, over.
We've found her, Gary.
She's going to be OK.
Oh, thank you. Cheers.
Gary and me got cut off
by the water.
I tried to find another way out.
Suddenly all these rocks
came crashing down.
We'll have you out in a jiffy, Hazel.
She's in a bad way,
and her location is dangerous.
We're getting her splinted
and onto the stretcher now,
but it'll be a tough ascent, over.
'I'll put Air Ambulance on standby
to airlift her to hospital, over. '
I've just recced the second pitch.
The entrance is flooding.
We're looking at 2ft diameter max.
In her condition, we can't afford
to spend the night down here.
We'll just have to push on
as quick as possible then.
Lateef
Give us a hand.
I'm caught on something.
Locked yourself out?
I'm fine, thank you.
You looked like
you might need some help.
I told you, I'm fine.
Thank you.
Right, then.
Good night.
Charlie!
Hi, sis.
Who was that?
Just some guy.
Anyway, where've you been?
I forgot where I'd put your keys!
And you're sure you haven't had
anyone with that condition come in?
I'm a relative and I am worried.
I am worried sick.
My name is Mary. Mary Evans.
Haven't they got
anything better to do?
That's no way to talk
about the British press.
They're looking after our interests
by keeping us well informed.
Hello!
I had no idea you were into bondage.
- Very funny.
- I think it looks sexy.
Sounds like it was a nightmare.
It wasn't the easiest rescue,
but she was conscious, so we're hopeful.
Where's this body I was
dragged from my dinner for?
On its way up, sir.
Shall I stick around?
- How long have you been down?
- Nine hours in total.
Oh, well, you won't
be knocking off yet then.
Don't be daft.
Get off home. We'll cope.
- If you're sure.
- Yeah, go on.
But as you've only worked half a day,
I want you sharp as a pin tomorrow.
And don't expect
to be treated like a hero.
I won't, boss.
He's a good lad, that one.
You'd never guess it,
the way you treat him.
It's management, Peter.
Keep your team on their toes.
Superintendent Dalziel.
What a pleasure.
Maggie Ruddlesdin.
I thought you'd buggered off to London.
- No, I'm happy at Wetherton Argus.
- Small fish in a small pond, eh?
What was your last scoop?
Dodgy chicken nuggets at the Co-op?
Very funny, Dalziel.
Now, I hear you've found
some sort of a caveman.
Really? If you know that already,
why are you asking me?
Bloody hell.
Wetherton's own Tutankhamun.
The wrapping-up looks hasty,
but it did the job.
We'd better check the polythene
for fingerprints and a maker's mark.
Obviously a woman.
Petite. Around 5ft 2in.
Body's been stripped
of clothes and jewellery.
Where the hell did it come from?
All this rain must have
washed it out of its dry hiding place.
Well, one thing's for sure,
she was down there a long time.
The polythene was made
by a company called Stikpol.
Started up in '78,
and out of business by 1990.
That's a lot of missing persons
to trawl through.
I've got someone tracing
the former owner of the company,
see if they can give us anything.
Morning, Frank. Anything useful?
Multiple fractures to bones
suggest a fall from a great height.
The fatal injury was to the head.
She received a number of blows.
Any idea what with?
There's no sharp edges.
A bar or a bat.
20 to 40 years ago.
We knew that already
from the polythene. What else?
There's a scar on her left arm
you can still see.
It would have been a real corker
when she was alive.
That all?
We've removed samples from
the body and hair. They're with Forensics.
By the way,
nice to have you back, Frank.
Nice to have you back, Frank.
Ah, well done.
I can't! I can't!
Why don't you do it, Charlie?
Love you, Charlie.
Hey, who's a clever boy then?
What's that fella called?
Sherpa Tensing?
That's mountaineering, boss.
- He had to climb out, didn't he?
- How well do you know those caves?
Pretty well.
Get back there and see
what else is lurking in them.
- I'd love to, sir. I've got a theory.
- Oh, aye?
Those potholes are like
Piccadilly Circus in the summer.
- Every inch gone over 50 times.
- How's the body stayed hidden so long?
the tunnel wall that fell on Hazel
must have opened up new passages.
We should do a systematic search
from where we found her.
There's a woman downstairs, sir.
Vanda Dewhurst.
Says she might know
who the cave woman is.
Does she now?
Get a team together.
I'll speak to the Cave Rescue guys.
Whoever. Just get back down there
as soon as you can.
I think the body found in the caves
might be my sister Lynn.
Why do you think that?
It says the body
might have been there some time.
Lynn went missing in July 1985.
She was 29.
- Did she have any distinguishing marks?
- She had a scar on her arm.
- Which arm?
- Here, on her left one.
- So you say her name was Lynn Dewhurst?
- Barron. Lynn Barron.
She kept her husband's
name after they were divorced.
- You probably know him.
- You mean the Chief Constable?
Yes.
Hello.
I thought it was you.
Did you get into your flat OK last night?
Yes, thank you.
No-one likes to be locked out.
No.
So have you worked here long?
A couple of years.
I don't know exactly.
You must love books,
being a librarian.
Yeah.
A clever girl like you. I bet you
could work anywhere you wanted.
I'm not sure about that.
I'm afraid I've got to get going.
Time for your break, is it?
I've got the afternoon off.
- Oh, lucky you. Doing anything nice?
- It's my father's birthday.
Well, it's been nice chatting.
Lynn Barron -
she was reported missing
on the 20th July 1985.
Last seen getting off a bus
at Redmoor.
Body never found, query murdered.
There's one suspect - Eddie Summers.
He was 31 at the time,
interviewed twice under caution.
He'd written Lynn a threatening note.
- What happened to him?
- Died in a car accident the following month.
Looks like a bit of a tosser.
Says here he was
an amateur boxing champion.
Noticed who the Senior
Investigating Officer was?
You're kidding.
This case is going from bad to worse.
Andy, Peter.
Come in, come in. Have a seat.
- Cuppa?
- No, you're all right, sir.
So are you sure it's Lynn Barron?
We're doing a DNA match on her sister,
but we're fairly certain it's her.
And it looks like murder, sir.
Oh, God.
We noticed you were
Senior Investigating Officer.
Is there anything we should know, sir?
Eddie Summers was
the only one really in the frame,
but we couldn't get enough on him.
- No body, no forensics and then he died.
- Precisely.
But he'd threatened Mrs Barron before
and had a history of violence.
There'll be a lot of media interest.
And the rest. The new Chief Constable's
ex-wife turns up dead after 20 years
and his Deputy was
Senior Investigating Officer.
I'd better break it to him.
Oh, my goodness!
- That was brilliant.
- You're so clever.
Thank you, Charlie.
That was just the best birthday present.
You're welcome, Dad.
- It's a payback, really.
- How?
You encouraged me to make films.
When you're a famous director,
and earn lots of money, can I quit work?
Like that's going to happen.
I can barely feed myself!
What do you expect,
selling popcorn in a cinema?
After all the money your
father spent on your education.
Can't you get a proper job?
He's following his dreams,
aren't you, Charlie?
Doing something you love.
That's the important thing.
- Right, are we all ready?
- What's all this then?
- Oh, take a wild guess.
- Wow, Sophie!
# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday, dear Dad #
What?
Oh, Dad's phone, by any chance?
Don't answer it.
It's your first week off in months.
Sorry everyone.
Yes, hello, Barron speaking.
Pyke must hate Barron's guts.
He was hoping to be Chief Constable, wasn't he?
Yeah, but Barron was always
going to get the top job.
Seems unfair.
Pyke stuck with the force.
- Barron spent 10 years with the Home Office.
- Life's not fair, Peter.
I thought you were giving up.
I am.
That was delicious, Sophie.
Well, it's lovely to spend time
with the two of you.
It doesn't happen as often
as it should these days.
I don't see much of them either.
Dad's been on the phone
a long time, Charlie.
What's he saying?
He keeps turning,
so I can't quite tell.
- I think someone's died.
- What?
Dad?
They think they've found
your mother's body.
Lynn? Oh, my God!
Where did they find her?
Crossley Passage.
The police are on their way over now.
I don't want to be here when they come,
I don't want to talk to them.
Don't worry, sweetheart,
you won't have to.
I'll come with you.
Nice house. So this is what you get
when you behave yourself?
You'll never know, will you?
- Nor would I want to.
- It isn't his anyway.
- File says it belong to his mother, Maisie.
- Cosy.
- Superintendent Dalziel, DI Pascoe.
- Sir.
I'll leave you alone.
Maisie?
Oh, yes.
So, gentlemen
what do you want to know?
- You and Mrs Barron Lynn
were divorced in 1983?
Yes, Lynn suffered from post-natal
depression after Nerissa was born
and it led
to the breakdown of our marriage.
But she still visited the family home
when she disappeared?
Yes, Nerissa and Charlie
were her children too.
And she was coming here
the day when she was last seen?
Yes, she was going to watch
Live Aid with the kids.
But she never arrived.
You never saw her that day?
No, I was at a police reunion
until the early hours,
then I drove from there to Manchester Airport
to catch a 6.30am flight.
I was in France for the next three days.
The main suspect,
Eddie Summers, did you know him?
Not really. He was a friend of Lynn
and her sister when they were younger.
Frankly, I thought he was
a rather sad character.
He'd been a boxer.
I think all those blows to his head
had taken their toll.
One last thing.
We notice on the file that
Sophie, your present wife,
originally came
to work for you as a nanny.
Oh, that was a year after Lynn went missing.
There's no point
in our talking to her then.
I wouldn't have thought so.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
- Thank you.
Hang on, this looks promising.
Hold on!
That'll do for today. I know when
everyone's had enough. Bring him up.
- How did you get on, Vez?
- Not great.
We found nowhere in the caves
you could drop a body down.
Well, it got down there somehow.
She was hardly murdered by a bunch
of marauding potholers, was she?
- Ignore him.
- It's a maze down there,
- it's just gonna take time.
- It's been pissing down with rain.
Any evidence connected
to that body will be washed away
if we don't get a shift on.
- We're trying our best, sir.
- Bollocks!
There you go.
Thanks.
Whatever I do,
it's never good enough for him.
That's how he is. You know that.
I just wish I could find something
in those bloody caves.
You will.
I hope so.
Anyway,
how was your date last night?
Like I'm gonna tell you!
The police called me this afternoon.
They want me to go in
and have a chat tomorrow.
Yeah. They left a message for me here too.
So what's the problem?
I just don't want
to dig everything up again.
They're trying to work out
who killed our mum.
Charlie, I know you loved Lynn,
but I remember what she was really like.
If Mum and Dad hadn't adopted me,
I don't know where I'd be now.
It was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
And me.
Look, we'll go to see
the police together.
It won't be so bad.
All right.
Thank you.
What are you doing here?
I left my mobile phone here yesterday.
I've come to collect it.
Well, go on then!
Don't do that!
I hear the cave woman
is Barron's ex-missus.
- Oh, yeah?
- Come on.
You must realise by now what
a pig's ear lain Pyke made of that case.
- Do you think?
- I know.
In 1985, just outside of Manchester,
three months before Lynn Barron went missing,
similar victim profile.
Body wrapped in polythene.
David Streeter
got put away for that one.
- Streeter?
- He's a right nasty piece of work.
Rape and murder, mainly.
- Do you think he killed Lynn Barron?
- Amongst others.
I've been looking
into him for a while now.
Not a man for controlling
his urges, our Mr Streeter.
Thanks.
- So, what do I get in return?
- Sod all!
Oi, Posh.
- Dig up everything you can on a David
Streeter. - Yes, sir.
You might have to talk
to Greater Manchester Police,
but that won't bother you, will it?
- Andy?
- What?
I've been looking at Lynn Barron's
last known movements.
- She was travelling from Manton to
- Where her sister lives?
From there to the Barrons'.
Never turned up.
And she was reported missing
the following morning?
That's the thing. She wasn't
reported missing until a week later.
- Who did report her missing? Her sister?
- No.
John Barron's mother.
Can you tell us why it took you
so long to report Lynn missing?
Don't know what you mean.
Well, she was coming here to visit her children
on the Saturday she disappeared.
Mm-hmm.
But you didn't phone her sister,
your son in France or the police
to say she hadn't turned up.
Look, Lynn was deeply selfish,
completely unreliable.
She was always letting her daughter down.
Nothing unusual about that.
Her daughter?
What about her son?
Charlie?
Well, he wasn't really her son, was he?
Or John's either.
You look nice today.
Why do you keep following me around?
I really don't mean any harm.
Not to you
Nerissa Jane.
How do you know my middle name?
I know more about you than you think.
Look. I've been patient with you,
but this has got to stop,
or I'll call the police, OK?
- You all right, Nerissa?
- No.
No, I'm not.
I'm gonna have to ask you
to leave the building.
Charlie!
What are you doing out here?
Just thinking. I saw Gran burning
some stuff out here earlier today.
It reminded me of something
I saw after Mum disappeared.
What was that, sweetheart?
Gran.
She burned Mum's clothes.
No. You must be wrong.
Your mum wasn't living here then.
All her clothes were long gone.
It was definitely
after Mum disappeared.
That's what I don't understand.
How did you get on
with your mum, Charlie?
What was she like?
Like a mum.
Smelled good, looked good.
Held me when I was upset. Bit quiet.
I missed her when she wasn't there.
Do you remember when you saw
your mum for the last time?
She was meant to show up
to watch Live Aid with us,
but never did.
So when did you
actually last see her?
A few days before she went missing.
I can't be sure when.
- Where?
- At her place.
Was anybody else there?
Yeah, it was me, Mum, Nerissa.
I told you, I'm fine.
But we didn't speak to her.
- Why not?
- She and Mum had a row about something.
You didn't mention that
at the time you were interviewed.
Well, we were told
to keep everything short.
- Who by?
- I think it was Mr Pyke.
Why weren't you and Lynn talking
when she disappeared, Vanda?
Who said we weren' t?
- Her son. Charlie.
- Well, he's wrong.
His father probably told him
another one of his lies.
- What do you mean?
- Ask John Barron.
I'm asking you.
You lot were determined to find
Eddie Summers guilty for Lynn's murder.
He was an innocent man.
He had convictions for assault.
Once, when he was drunk.
He was a boxer.
People were always trying to have a go.
He also wrote Lynn a note,
warning her to stay from Barron.
He didn't mean
he was going to hurt her.
- Eddie cared for Lynn as a friend.
- Not a lover?
No.
When they were younger, yes,
but not at that time.
How can you be so sure?
Did your sister tell you everything?
After John and Lynn split up,
she came to live with me.
We became very close.
And yet you were very slow
to report her missing.
- Why was that?
- I thought she'd stayed over with the kids.
You didn't call her to check?
I didn't like to ring that house.
My interest was never
welcomed by the Barrons.
But I don't understand
how any of this is relevant!
I've kept on saying it.
Eddie couldn't have killed Lynn that
night because he was here all night.
On the sofa.
I don't remember
seeing that in your statement.
I told Inspector Pyke at the time.
I thought that would be the end of it, but
they wouldn't leave Eddie alone.
Oh,
to what do I owe this privilege?
I've got to ask you
about something, Maisie.
Something Charlie told me.
What's the boy been saying now?
Why have you always
got to take that tone?
Because he's never been anything
but trouble in this family!
That's so unfair of you.
He's been a joy!
- Well, I haven't seen it.
- Because you've never looked.
So, what's the boy been saying?
That he saw you burning
Lynn's clothes out here,
after she'd gone missing.
Is that true?
No. It isn't.
What's he trying to insinuate?
- That I killed Lynn?
- No!
I should hope not!
You can leave the tea.
Yes, sir. I'll be there in about
20 minutes, half an hour.
All right, bye.
- Who was that?
- Pyke.
Wants me to go
and give him a progress report.
Maybe you can ask him why there
are so many gaps in his investigation.
I might just do that.
I just wanted to know
how things are going.
There's not a lot to tell, sir.
We're still waiting
for more forensic results.
It was a terribly difficult case,
but Summers' threatening note to Lynn
was the clincher for me.
Certainly gave motive.
Shame he killed himself. I think we
could have got a confessi on there.
His death might have
been an accident though, sir.
Yes, of course.
There are a couple of details
about the initial investigation
which I'm confused about, sir.
Oh?
Why didn't anyone look at
the Chief's movements more closely
the night Lynn went missing?
To eliminate him
without a scintilla of doubt.
Given the media these days,
we just got to be covered.
He was at a police reception.
But there are a couple of time gaps.
They were insignificant,
and of course we know now that
the body was dumped 20 miles away.
That's where the body was found, sir,
but not where it was dumped.
True. But still
And Eddie Summers stayed with
Vanda Dewhurst the night Lynn disappeared.
That's not on file.
I don't know
how you've found Vanda Dewhurst,
but I recall her being
two sandwiches short of a picnic.
We were very rigorous
in our investigation, Andy.
If she said it,
it would have been recorded.
Of course, sir.
All right, love?
- Streeter.
- What? Aren't you glad to see me?
- What do you want?
- You've been spreading crap about me again.
I told you I don't want to talk to you.
Why can't you leave me alone?
OK, OK
I've done my time.
I've kept my nose clean.
Now, because of crap you've written,
some bastard copper's
been round trying to pad me up
for something I didn't do.
Saying I murdered someone else.
- Nothing to do with me.
- Bollocks.
Who else would have
put the idea in their heads?
- It wasn't me.
- Liar!
This is your fault, you stupid bitch,
because of the shit
you've been put out about me.
One more word,
and you'll find yourself dead. You got me?
Sir?
Davey Streeter's been
out of prison for 18 months.
What?
And Manchester suspect he's guilty
of the violent murder
of a prostitute whose body
they found a couple of weeks ago.
Could he be our killer?
Ruddlesdin was right.
He wrapped his victims in polythene.
Ruddlesdin's a bloody idiot.
She can't have got it right.
- Sir.
- Not now, love.
Charlie Barron's still here
and worried about his sister.
She hasn't been seen
since she left work four hours ago,
and she's not answering her phone.
We'd better start looking for her then.
Andy! Peter! I've heard
Nerissa Barron might be missing.
- What's the latest?
- No reported sightings.
We're looking at a possible
suspect though - Davey Streeter.
- He may be linked to Lynn Barron.
- We're on our way to Nerissa's now.
I'll come with you.
I just don't understand.
This is so unlike Ness.
- I can tell something's happened.
- She's going to be OK.
We've got to believe that, Charlie.
I've lost both my mothers
sorry, Sophie. And now Nerissa.
- Why is this happening to me?
- Charlie, you've got to stay positive, yeah?
It's like I'm cursed.
Well, if you are,
it's my family that are suffering.
- Mother! For God's sake!
- Well, you've spoilt that boy.
You should be here, concentrating
on your own flesh and blood,
that boy is still
demanding your attention.
I adopted him, I chose to be his father.
He did not choose me!
If something should happen to Nerissa,
where would you be then?
I'm not arguing again.
Charlie is my son and I love him,
and if you can't accept that fact,
it's you who shouldn't
be part of this family.
This man Nerissa was seen
arguing with at the library,
could he be this Streeter character?
The same man who
killed this girl's mother
has come out of prison
all these years later,
and done the same thing to her?
It doesn't make any sense.
Streeter might have
a grudge against Barron.
Yeah.
Alternatively, Nerissa
could just be visiting a friend.
We can get a DNA match off this.
Let's get back.
- Any luck?
- There's no way through.
We're not going to find a connection
to the upstream passage from here.
Let's get back. It's gone six.
The initial Forensic report on Lynn Barron
indicates traces of iron
around the scalp wounds.
The murder weapon was made
from iron then. Anything else?
Probably a spanner or a crowbar -
the weapon was curved.
What about
the particles in her hair?
Pollen, apparently.
Let's get a forensic botanist
to have a look at those.
There were also
traces of peat in her hair.
They've been shown to be a match to the
peat you find on the mid-Yorkshire moors.
Could that have come from Heston Moor?
Where the potholes are?
No, no, that's miles out.
There's only peat on
the Redmoor side along the A147.
Which is where the driver
remembered Lynn getting off the bus.
Bit of a walk from there to Barron's.
- She could have been picked up.
- Yeah,
anything could have happened to her.
- You've got to help me.
- What happened to you?
That madman is after me.
He says he's going to kill me.
You what?
Streeter found me.
He says I have to leave him alone
or else he's going to kill me.
Streeter's here in Wetherton?
Yes! Do you believe me now?
Have you got somewhere you can go?
Get in.
Hello? Police.
Anyone in there?
Open the door!
Come on. Police!
Open this door now!
I know you're in there.
Open it up!
Police!
Come on!
Open this door now!
What the hell are you doing
back here after all this time?
I told you never to come back.
I don't care any more.
Don't you mess around with me.
Just leave me be!
You'll go to prison.
What for? I haven't done anything wrong.
I never did anything wrong.
That's what you say.
You'll rot in prison
for the next 20 years.
I'm going to be dead in three months.
Prison doesn't scare me any more.
I take it there's no sign
of Nerissa Barron yet?
- No, sir.
- What about Davey Streeter?
- Still looking, sir.
- But you're not though, are you?
You're sitting here on your bum
behind your computer screen.
You've got to get out there!
That's what policing's all about!
- Bad night.
- Lateef, what have you got for me?
Still nothing, sir. We're dealing
with totally uncharted caves here.
All we can do is get down there
and head in the right direction.
Well, get your arses back down there!
You're no bloody good to me up here!
- You all right?
- Yes, sir.
I just don't want to let
Mr Dalziel down, that's all.
There's no-one better than him
and everyone round here knows it
Except you of course, sir.
Yeah, yeah Remember,
you can only do your best!
Sorry to bother you.
Have you seen this man around here at all?
No, don't recognise him. Sorry.
How about this one?
Oh, dear, yeah.
Yeah, I do recognise him.
This is my tenant, Allan.
- Allan Vibert.
- Your tenant. Are you sure?
Well, fairly. It does look like him.
Why? What's he done?
We need emergency back-up
at 18 Similton Street.
You were right, Posh.
This is our man from the library.
Looks like an overdose.
He's dead.
No fingerprints.
Must have had something to hide.
He's done a good job.
Nothing here that IDs him.
Well, this isn't like any
junkie's flat I've ever seen.
Looks like someone's wedged
this door open with a size nine.
Sir!
I reckon if we take this one,
we'll be veering due north,
which is where we need to be heading.
Parvez,
we've been going for four hours.
Everyone's cold and knackered.
I think we should call it a day.
- Can't we do one more push forwards?
- No, we've got to get back.
What happened yesterday?
I was outside my place
when he came up behind me
and injected me with something.
The next thing I remember,
I was in his flat.
They found morphine in your blood.
I've never taken any.
We guessed that's how
he over-powered you. You'll be OK.
Your medical examination shows
that you weren't assaulted in any way.
Did he say anything to you?
I was drifting in and out
of consciousness.
It's all a bit dreamy.
He was gentle, kind.
Do you remember anything else?
I was coming to at one point,
and there was a knock at the door.
That's when he moved me
from the bedroom into the bathroom.
And then he injected me again.
So you didn't hear anything?
No, nothing.
The next thing I remember
I was in the ambulance.
Darling, it's all right now.
You're fine, sweetheart.
Thank you so much
for finding her, Mr Dalziel.
Sir, I checked Barron's
car insurance details
from the time of Lynn's disappearance
like you asked.
- Anything?
- Two cars insured.
- The Bristol?
- Yeah, and an Austin Maestro.
- But it was all legit?
- Yeah.
Although there was one thing.
In May 1985, another named driver
was added to the insurance.
- Sophie Atkinson.
- Sophie?
The current Mrs Barron, sir.
Back inside.
I was so frightened, Ness.
Tell me about it.
- Have they worked out why he did it?
- He was just sad and lonely.
And now he's dead.
I almost feel sorry for him.
You specifically stated that
Sophie wasn't working for you
- when Lynn disappeared.
- I wasn't.
I was there for a couple
of months beforehand,
but I'd already left by then.
It didn't seem important.
You're now married to a man
whose first wife went missing
a week after you left
their employment.
Can you not see how that
might have been important?
It was a mistake not to mention it.
Just for the record, when did
your relationship start, exactly?
I fell in love with John and the children
just after I arrived at that house.
In April 1985?
Around that time, yeah.
Did Lynn know?
Lynn and I were long divorced by then.
It was none of her business.
But did she know?
- Yes, she did.
- And how did she take the news?
Not very well, which is why we
thought it would be a good idea
if Sophie went away for a while
until she'd cooled down.
- And did she?
- Yes, she did.
I reassured her that no-one would or could
replace her as the children's mother.
This is the address on the
bank statement in Vibert's flat.
- Mrs Vibert?
- What do you want?
DI Pascoe. I'm afraid I've got
some bad news about your husband.
Right, I'll go and get him. Allan!
- What is it now?
- Come here!
You were right. The handprints
had been burnt off using acid.
This man didn't want to be traced.
Yeah, he'd stolen another man's
identity, Frank.
I'd worked that out myself.
So what killed him?
Fatally high levels
of morphine in his system.
Like Nerissa Barron.
But why?
Well, see these colour changes
on his skin here?
These bruises,
and the appearance of his nails -
tests show our man
had advanced cirrhosis of the liver.
He would have been in a lot of pain.
Hence the morphine.
An alcoholic?
No, it looks more like
a genetic disorder to me.
Oh, and he'd also
suffered some kind of stroke.
This man makes me look
like an advert for good health.
It gets worse -
the muscle wasting from the stroke
meant that he had almost
no power in his left arm.
So he couldn't have injected
himself in his right arm?
Exactly.
This is a murder.
- Any luck?
- Nothing.
By my calculations,
we're under Redmoor,
and Collingwood's not far off.
All we've got is a spur
to the south-west to do.
The terrain might be unstable.
There's a lot of water coming down.
What's the point of going back now?
We're so close.
Well, I'm going on.
Who's coming with me?
I will.
- How many guide ropes have you got?
- Two.
You're gonna need them
at the next bit.
I can feel a draught! Come on!
I've been coming down here for years,
and never seen this stuff before.
Where's it coming from?
Come on, let's head back.
- You look lost in thought, sir.
- Eh?
Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
Posh, see if you can fish up
Eddie Summers' dental records.
Do you mind me asking what for, sir?
Eddie Summers
didn't die in a car crash.
He was never in one.
And if I'm right,
we're all in trouble.
Oh no!
Parvez! Millsy!
Parvez! Millsy!
Rain must be torrential up there.
Maybe we should head back to that
open gallery and sit this one out?
Nah, let's push on.
We can't go back that way.
Get moving! Come on!
We need to get higher!
Mills! Mills!
Mills!
- We're going to drown!
- I've got you!
- We're gonna drown!
- No, you're gonna be all right!
Put this mask on.
It'll help you breathe.
Breathe!
We've got two down there.
Where's Lateef?
He got caught up
with the rising floodwater.
There's a fresh new rescue
team on to it now.
I'm going to co-ordinate
from up here.
Slow down, Andy.
I just want to get there.
I want to get there in one piece!
We really shouldn't be doing this.
If it was anyone else,
I'd call it quits now.
If these conditions get much worse,
we'll have to go back.
Let's push on for now.
Sir!
Have they found him yet?
- No.
- I don't understand. Why not?
We were already very deep.
Then Mills and Lateef moved on
without the rest of us.
We've no idea
how much further in they went.
But they might just be
taking a long time wading back.
It takes a lot out of you.
Right.
- Look at the time.
- I know, I know.
Let's just push on to the sump.
With the amount of air we have left
we shouldn't risk it.
The sump. And then we turn back.
Mr Lateef?
Superintendent Dalziel.
I work with your son.
Yes, I know. He's talked a lot about you.
Good to finally meet you.
This is my wife, Sameen.
Pleased to meet you.
Have they found them?
Not yet.
We've been through
this before with Parvez.
They've got survival gear.
I'm sure they're just waiting
for the water to go down.
- Yes. They'll be fine.
- Of course they will.
Excuse me,
I'm just going to have a word
How much longer?
I think we've got to be realistic.
Conditions are atrocious down there.
This could take a while.
Help! Help!
Hang on! Lateef!
Over here!
Over here! Quick!
It's been almost five hours.
I can't stand this.
I wish I'd never sent him
back down again.
You can't change things now, Andy.
YEAH!
About bloody time.
What's going on?
I'm afraid, he didn't make it.
What?
Where are the paramedics?
He might be still alive.
He's been dead too long.
Come on, he can be warmed up.
You've got to try!
What have you done?
This is all your fault!
You did this. You made him
go back down there! You killed him!
You did this!
You killed him!
Why don't you say
what's on your mind, Peter?
Nothing to say.
You could say that
I'm a pathetic, sad, old bastard
who bullies his way through life
to get what he wants.
That's what everyone else will say.
Well, you can't make me say it.
It wasn't your fault, Andy.
Do you know what's really sad?
It was.
And Lateef's death
was a complete waste.
It's achieved absolutely nothing.
I can't believe
you're back here already.
Why don't you take a few days off?
What's the point?
I'd just sit around moping.
I suppose.
- Ness, can I ask you something?
- Of course.
The night Mum went missing - do you
remember her coming to the house?
No.
You know she didn't turn up.
Why are you asking that?
Because I saw Gran
burning her clothes that night.
Charlie, it was so long ago,
it could have been any night.
It was that night. I remember.
I came to tell you,
but you were asleep.
I switched your TV off.
Live Aid was still on.
You're memory's just
playing tricks on you.
Let it go.
Look, I've got
to get on with things.
I'll call you later.
He looks so at peace, doesn't he?
Yes.
He was a fantastic lad.
We were always very proud of him.
Everybody loved him so much.
He was very popular here.
He was always telling us
stories about all of you.
Did you think he was
a good policeman, Mr Dalziel?
Very.
He was dedicated
strong bright.
Exactly what the force need needs.
That means a lot to us.
We know how much he looked up
to you and respected you.
Were Lateef's parents OK?
They're coping.
So, what's happening?
It turns out that the mud
on the door frame at Summers's flat
- had short brown dog hairs in it.
- And?
And it's possible that our murderer
might own a dog with short brown hair.
So all we've got to do
is find someone with muddy boots,
who owns a brown dog.
- There can't be many of those in Yorkshire!
- It's a start, Andy.
Eddie Summers's dental records
have been checked against the body.
They're definitely the same man.
Why didn't someone do that 20 years ago?
The body found in the car was too
badly damaged to do a dental check.
How did they identify them, then?
The inquest accepted
the circumstantial testimony
of someone who had seen Summers
drive away 30 minutes earlier.
- Who was that?
- Vanda Dewhurst.
- We need to talk, Vanda.
- Can't you see I'm busy?
Eddie Summers is dead.
He died two days ago,
of a morphine overdose.
You knew he was still alive,
didn't you?
Eddie Summers didn't sleep
on your sofa the night Lynn died.
You were having an affair,
weren't you?
No, we weren't.
I loved him very much,
but he only ever loved Lynn.
Did Lynn know that?
Of course she did.
Tell us what actually
happened that night.
Lynn had been low for a week,
because she'd found out
about John and Sophie.
That night, she told me
she was going to take the kids
and she was going
to live with Eddie as a family.
I knew that she didn't love him.
So I told her the truth - that I did.
She stormed out,
and I never saw her again.
I've never regretted anything so much.
So then you helped him escape?
No, I didn't.
I thought he was dead
in that car crash.
Then out of the blue,
five years later,
I got a phone call from him
saying he was living in Scotland.
How did he get there?
Who helped him?
I don't know.
He wouldn't tell me the details.
He wanted to protect me.
But you saw him?
I used to visit him.
But two years ago,
his health had deteriorated so much
that I made him
come and live here with me.
Here?
How did you manage that?
People must have noticed.
We don't get many visitors out here.
And if anybody did come,
he went down
to his room in the cellar.
So what happened?
I came home one night,
three months ago,
and he'd gone.
And you'd no idea where to?
I searched for him everywhere.
I went back to Scotland.
I rang round hospitals and hospices.
I thought he might be dead.
Where did you find him?
He'd moved in
opposite Nerissa Barron.
And then he kidnapped her.
Can you think why
he might have done that?
Nerissa?
Of course.
He was her father.
If Vanda's telling the truth,
say John Barron found out
his daughter wasn't his own,
would that have been motive
for murdering his ex-wife?
I doubt he'd risk
his glittering career for that.
Lynn was obviously
jealous of Barron and Sophie.
Maybe it was something
to do with their relationship.
But Barron was divorced from
Lynn by then. It wouldn't matter.
It would if someone else was taking
your place in your kids' lives.
- Take it from someone who knows.
- Perhaps.
We should check Nerissa's
DNA against Summers's anyway.
We could.
What's wrong, Andy?
It's Lateef's funeral in two hours.
I'm not sure I care
about any of this right now.
If you don't,
we won't solve the case.
- Then he will have died for nothing.
- I killed him.
Rubbish!
He died doing what he loved best.
Being a policeman.
It's a risk we all take every day.
Kim.
Thank you so much for coming.
I just wanted to pay my respects.
Parvez would have appreciated it.
Can we give you
a lift to the funeral, Andy?
I thought we might
be able to chat on the way.
I'll see you there, Peter.
- Sir.
- Dalziel.
"Was Wetherton Officer's
Death Avoidable?"
Who's been feeding
them this information?
You know how these things work, Andy.
If the press scent blood
Obviously, a tragic business, Dalziel.
I heard Lateef was a good man.
One of the best, sir.
Unfortunately,
as far as the press is concerned,
we flouted Health And Safety regulations
and risked his life unnecessarily.
- So what are you saying?
- We're not going to launch an official enquiry.
- But consider this a gentle warning.
- That's very good of you, sir.
Just make sure you
tread carefully from now on,
- OK, Andy?
- I will.
I wonder what the press will make of
the main suspect in your ex-wife's murder
showing up alive,
20 years after being declared dead,
kidnapping your daughter,
then being murdered himself?
- Remember who you're talking to, Dalziel.
- Yes, all right, lain.
So, Eddie Summers was still alive?
Hadn't anybody told you, sir?
No, they hadn't.
That surprises me.
Our investigation seems to be
springing leaks left, right and centre.
So he didn't die in that car crash?
- Apparently not, sir.
- Then how?
That's what I intend to find out.
What are you still doing here?
Just trying to see
if we've missed anything.
I want this case solved
for Lateef's sake.
Why don't you spell it out?
Say what you want to say.
Come on!
You're hard on yourself
and on everyone else.
You want us to be like you.
So you push us, and you push us,
but we can't all be like you.
If Parvez hadn't worshipped you,
he'd still be alive.
Do you think I don't know that?
If there was anything I could do
to bring him back, I would, but I CAN'T.
Well?
There's no easy way
to put this, sir, but
we have reason to believe that
Eddie Summers was Nerissa's father.
How dare you come
into my home and say that?
That is complete rubbish.
Where'd you get this from?
- I'm afraid we can't say, sir.
- You can't say!
It's that bloody sister of Lynn's.
It's total lies!
DNA reports confirm it to be true, sir.
- DNA?
- Yes, sir.
Morning, sir.
There's a cup of coffee
there for you.
Thanks.
Interesting report
from the forensic botanist.
Go on.
The pollen in Lynn Barron's hair.
It's a type of moor grass
that only grows on peaty soils,
and it has an earlier
season than most grasses,
so you wouldn't find
that type of pollen after mid-July.
Where does that get us?
We're lucky. He's saying
we can pinpoint the time of death.
- After 20 years?
- Met Office records.
It started raining early-morning
on Sunday the 14th,
and then rained
almost solidly for a week after.
And because that type of pollen
was right at the end of its season,
after all the rain,
it's almost certain
it wouldn't occur again
until the following year.
That gives us a window of only
five hours from when she was last seen.
That's very helpful.
- Thanks, love.
- You're welcome, sir.
- You've gone too far this time, Dalziel.
- Sir?
Why didn't you come to me,
before telling John Barron
about the paternity of his daughter?
We had to talk to him.
It was relevant to the inquiry
into his ex-wife's murder.
Enough, Dalziel! I want this case
wrapped up in the next 24 hours.
Sir, Nerissa Barron's
in front reception.
She needs to speak to you urgently.
Remember, Dalziel.
No more.
What a mess.
- Miss Barron?
- Dad told me about the DNA test you did.
To establish that
Eddie Summers is my father.
What exactly are you trying to prove?
First your mother,
and now your father are dead, Nerissa.
I'm just trying to find out why.
John Barron's my father.
He and Sophie couldn't have
done more to give me a happy life.
I don't understand why you're
persecuting my family like this.
We've done nothing wrong.
We're not persecuting anyone.
Do you not care what happened to them?
If not to Eddie,
then at least to your mother!
My mother?!
That's a joke!
I despised her.
Do you know what that woman did?
When I was nine years old, she told
me that Eddie Summers was my father.
Can you imagine
what that was like for me?
It must have been
very difficult for you.
That's an understatement.
She was threatening
to take me and Charlie away,
threatening everything I ever loved.
She said she was
going to take you away?
Yes. To live with my real father.
I didn't want to leave my dad
and go and live with her
and a man I'd barely met before.
She told me she loved Summers.
She'd never wanted to spend any time
with me and Charlie before then.
Suddenly, she wanted us to be a family.
When did all this happen?
The night that I killed her.
Do you realise what you're saying?
I killed her.
I hated her.
Vanda!
Vanda!
Vanda!
Vanda!
Mum said she'd come
to watch Live Aid.
I didn't care,
but she'd promised Charlie.
She made such a big thing of it,
and he really wanted it to happen.
What happened, Nerissa?
Gran had sent us up to bed.
Then I heard a noise outside.
That's when I saw her.
She was sitting out in the garden, drinking.
- Your gran?
- No, Mum.
Everyone else said that
your mum never came home.
Well, she did.
What did you do then?
I went to the kitchen drawer
I got a hammer.
I went outside
and I hit her again
and again and again.
You got a hammer, and you hit her?
How did you get rid of the body?
I don't remember.
You don't know what happened next?
No.
You didn't get your mother's body
underground on your own.
You were nine years old.
Who helped you?
I don't know.
It's a blank.
Vanda?
Oh, Vanda
- What were you doing here, sir?
- I came to talk to Vanda.
After all these years?
She told you that Eddie Summers
was Nerissa's father.
I wanted to straighten things out.
And now she's dead.
You honestly think I would
have called you if I'd killed her?
I could have walked away.
Nobody knew I was here.
I have nothing to hide - nothing.
Your daughter has confessed
to murdering her mother, Mr Barron.
Would you mind telling me
when this happened?
This morning.
We've released her on police bail
pending further enquiries.
Dad just texted me.
Why are you doing this?
Why won't you talk to me, Nerissa?
I know you didn't kill Mum.
I want to help you. You're my sister.
She wasn't your mum.
And I'm not your sister.
There's no blood between us.
Now, please just leave me alone.
I'm sorry, Charlie.
I've been going through the stuff
we found in Lynn Barron's bedroom.
- And?
- I found these newspaper clippings.
About a hit and run
in Wetherton back in October 1979.
A young mum and her son.
Mandy Phillips died but the son was unhurt.
- Who was the driver?
- Never caught, according to the articles.
But what's Lynn Barron doing with these?
Was she involved?
Indirectly, I think.
Look at the name of the boy.
Charlie Phillips?
His mum was deaf.
So this Charlie is Charlie Barron?
I think so, sir.
- Who is it?
- Nerissa?
It's lain Pyke.
A colleague of your father's.
Hi, I'm not sure
if you'd remember me
Yes.
Hello. It's been a few years.
Yes, yes, it has.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
No. I was just pottering.
I just wanted to check you were OK.
I know you've been
through quite a lot lately.
Yes, it's been quite a week, though
tell Dad I don't want anyone else
coming round to check up on me.
I'm sorry.
It must have been awful for you
when they found your mum's body.
Then that man, Summers,
coming back after all this time.
Yeah.
'What the hell are you doing
back here after all this time?!
'I'll be dead in three months.
'Prison doesn't scare me any more. '
It was you. You were there.
You killed Summers.
I checked the adoption records.
Charlie Phillips was taken into care
after his mother was killed in a hit and run.
But he had what's known
as a "social uncle".
Eh?
It's an adult who pays visits,
takes the child on weekend trips -
special days out, that kind of thing.
I could do with one of those.
Who was it?
John Barron.
Why was Barron taking
such a keen interest in this kid?
Well, he was working here
at the time of the accident.
Perhaps he took a shine to him.
Maybe.
When did the Barrons
actually adopt Charlie?
February 1981.
Two years before they divorced.
I wonder if Charlie's adoption
had anything to do with
the break-up of their marriage.
What's this?
Catching up on old episodes of Bergerac?
No, just some videos
we found in Lynn's bedroom.
What's on them?
Family footage, mainly,
shot by Charlie.
When were they filmed?
Hard to say. Early '80s?
I wonder if Charlie's got any
from nearer the time of Lynn's death.
They might just give us something.
Hi.
I'm not sure what
use these will be to you.
I've watched them
all a thousand times.
But if you think they'll help
Thank you.
Hello, Charlie.
Hello, Mummy.
- What are you doing?
- Videoing you.
- And how does Mummy look?
- Beautiful.
Sweet little Charlie!
I love you so much!
And to think, if Daddy hadn't
done what he did, we wouldn't have you.
Don't you think
that's an odd thing to say?
Not really. We know that Barron
did that surrogate uncle business.
Well, I'm with Posh.
Something about it strikes me as strange.
Charlie said there
was nothing on those tapes.
But he wouldn't have
heard her say that, would he?
- Because he can only lip-read.
- I'm not convinced.
We're going to need
something more solid.
What are you doing, hiding in here?
I can't bear the tension
in this house at the moment.
- With your mother, you mean?
- Mmm.
She's gone out.
You know what Charlie said?
You don't think?
What, that she killed Lynn? Sophie!
I'm sorry, John. I had to ask.
I don't know.
I feel this family's crumbling apart.
All I ever wanted to do
was take care of you all,
make sure everyone was happy.
And you've done a fantastic job.
Have I?
It doesn't feel that way right now.
Things will get back to normal.
You'll see.
You all right, boss?
About time. Where have you been?
- What's so urgent?
- I've checked the traffic accident reports
from the night that Mandy Phillips,
Charlie's real mum, was killed.
I don't get you.
Pyke and Barron were
on the same shift that night.
They claimed their car
skidded and hit a lamp-post,
causing serious damage
to the bonnet and one of the wings.
- They claimed?
- It was verified at the scene by Traffic,
but they were both uninjured.
It might just be a huge coincidence,
but what if they killed
Mandy Phillips and tried to cover it up?
There's only one way to find out.
Hello. Sorry about the dog.
You can wait in there.
Come on, Tyson. Come on.
Bloody hell, a Staffie.
I'm not blind.
We'll have to see if these hairs match
the ones we found at Summers' place.
Another coincidence.
So early on a Sunday?
This must be important.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?
It's just a quick question, sir.
About an accident you had on the
night of the 29th of October 1979.
An accident back then?
I don't really remember.
You and Mr Barron were on traffic duty.
You brought your
patrol car back damaged.
Did we?
If you say so.
I really don't remember.
It was 26 years ago.
Of course, sir.
We just wondered
There was another accident
in Wetherton that night.
A hit and run.
They happen all the time,
don't they?
This one involved
a young woman and her son.
We have reason to believe
the boy was Charlie Barron.
John Barron's lad?
Yes, that's right.
I remember now. Terrible business.
You weren't involved in that
accident at all, were you, sir?
That's absurd!
You're on very thin ice here, Dalziel.
We definitely rattled his cage.
The only person who knows anything
about that accident is Charlie.
- He was five at the time.
- Well, we could try cognitive on him.
Why don't you go and have a chat?
Did your father ever say
anything to you about the accident?
I asked him about it
when I was about 13.
He told me the barest details,
but I could see it upset him,
so I never asked again.
Would you submit yourself
to a cognitive interview, Charlie?
I'm sorry, what does that mean?
We're slowly going to try and obtain
information about your mother's accident,
by getting you to recount
what you can remember.
Then we'll go over it again,
and see if there's
any more detail we can fill in.
Now, some of this might
be very hard work for you, Charlie,
so feel free to say when you've
had enough or need a break, all right?
'OK.'
Sorry to interrupt, sir,
but Forensics have managed
to obtain a mitochondrial DNA profile
from those dog hairs
you took from Pyke's house.
Speak English.
They're a match.
So Pyke did kill Summers.
Should we bring him in?
No. Let's see the outcome
of Charlie's interview first.
We might be able to bring
him in on a manslaughter charge.
I'm walking along a dark street.
With your mum?
Mum
she's holding my hand.
So you're standing
at the side of the road?
Then what happens, Charlie?
Do you see any cars?
I'm not looking.
There's something
on the pavement that I want.
TIRES SCREECH
It's OK, Charlie.
- You're doing really well.
- She's not moving.
I can't see cos I've got
this light in my eyes.
Is there anything you can
tell us about the car, Charlie?
What colour it is?
Light
blue.
I can just see
this blue light.
You're doing great, Charlie.
Just try one more time.
Is there anything else?
Anything at all?
Dad.
Dad.
Dad was in the car.
'Well, done, Charlie.
'Well done. '
During cognitive interviewing,
Charlie Barron has remembered
the night that his mother
was killed in a hit and run in 1979.
It's incredible
what can be done, isn't it?
He placed you and John Barron
at the scene of the crime.
I'm afraid the technique
must have failed then.
We weren't there,
as I've told you before.
- We don't believe it has failed.
- This won't stand up in court.
If that's all you've got,
I suggest you let my client go now.
It's not all we've got.
We've got evidence linking you
to the death of Eddie Summers.
What evidence?
Dog hairs found
on the doorframe at the scene
have been matched
to those of Mr Pyke's dog.
This is ridiculous.
What are you trying to do?
Pin every crime in Wetherton on me?
Just like you tried to pin Lynn Barron's
murder on Eddie Summers?
Are you accusing me
of Lynn Barron's murder as well?
Did you kill her?
- No, I didn't.
- You had the perfect opportunity.
We've found several flaws
in your investigation.
And as Senior Investigating Officer,
you never had to consider
yourself a suspect.
Why would I have
wanted Lynn Barron dead?
- Perhaps she knew about the hit and run.
- Don't say any more, lain.
I'd like five minutes
to talk to my client alone.
The geological report
on Lateef's pink rock's come back.
There are only two seams
round here it could have come from.
Here. And here.
This is approximately
where Lateef reached underground,
where they'd have
been closest to this seam.
We need to look for places along it
where the body might've been dumped.
That looks like the only possibility.
Collingwood Lead Mine.
The mine was shut down 70 years ago.
Are there any remaining shafts?
Just the one, apparently.
Someone might have
dropped the body down there, then.
All we've got to go on
is this 90-year-old map.
Nothing much
has changed in that time.
If anyone asks,
this wasn't my idea, OK?
Hold it. Hold it.
Hold that a minute.
Here! Over here!
About bloody time.
What is it? It looks like
the remains of an old pump house.
But I think this is what
we've been looking for.
Pink rock.
- But what's this?
- An old well.
I told you he'd come good.
How do you know this is the one?
I've been tracking the depth,
width and flow of the water all the time.
It's directly under here.
How deep is it, do you think?
So the body could
have been thrown down here,
then washed away
in the recent heavy rains.
Lynn Barron's murder weapon
might still be down there somewhere.
Do you reckon I could get down?
Yeah. And I'm going
to sleep with Halle Berry.
Well, we'd better get
someone here who can, then.
Are you there yet?
I'd say
there's about another 30 feet.
There's a big cavern down here -
big enough to wash a body through.
I've reached a ledge.
20 foot from the bottom.
There's something under here.
- What is it?
- I've no idea.
I've attached it to the line.
Pull it up.
It's a jack.
A jack for a Bristol.
Barron's car.
Oh, my God, Dalziel.
There's something else down here.
What?
So, gentlemen,
what can I do for you now?
I don't know how to tell you this, sir.
- Do you want to sit down, sir?
- Stop being so melodramatic, Dalziel.
Spit it out. You've already
given me one piece of bad news.
The thing is, sir
Come on. Well?
It's your daughter.
We've just found her body.
I'm afraid she's dead.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
How?
How? Where was she?
We found her in a disused well,
just over the hill.
Oh, God.
Nobody else was in there.
Then this couple walked in,
about halfway through the film!
Sophie?
Oh, Charlie
Oh, Charlie
OK
I want to tell you about this.
No more lies.
So tell me
I killed Lynn.
She found out about me and Sophie
and she didn't like it.
So you murdered her?
No! I didn't mean to.
I got a call from my mother.
Lynn was at the house.
She was threatening
to take the children away.
I got over there,
and I tried to calm her down.
I suggested we take a drive, talk about it.
You're not listening to me!
You're not listening to me, John!
I'm taking them with me,
and there's nothing
you can do about it! I mean it!
I'll tell everyone what you did,
that you killed Charlie's mother!
Let's see whether they
let you keep the kids then!
I knew what she was capable of.
I couldn't bear the idea
that I might lose my kids,
so I-I-I
pretended to have a flat tyre.
I hit her over the head
five, six, seven times.
I couldn't believe what I'd done.
I still don't.
I didn't have much time.
I, er, I stripped her
and
wrapped her in polythene
that I'd found in a farm shed nearby.
I didn't think anyone
would ever find the body.
So you were the only one
who knew it was there?
No. Pyke knew.
Pyke knew everything.
He put Eddie Summers
in the frame for Lynn's murder
to take the heat off me.
As loyalty to a colleague goes,
that's pretty extreme.
He owed me.
He was driving the car
the night we hit Mandy Phillips.
I lied for him,
put my career on the line for him.
We know.
How?
Charlie submitted
to a cognitive interview.
And he remembered?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Poor Charlie.
What have I done to him?
Pyke killed Nerissa, I know he did.
We're well down that road.
Somebody saw him
going into her flat.
We think he was the last
person to see her alive.
And to see Eddie Summers alive too.
I told him to scare
Eddie Summers off, not kill him.
He messed that up.
And now he's killed someone I love
just to save his own skin.
Nerissa would never have betrayed us.
Never.
In view of that
John Barron, I must now
formally caution you.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned,
something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Did I tell you he spoke to me?
At the station
he spoke to me.
What did he say?
"You all right, boss?"
That means he's OK, then.
I hope you're right.
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