The Inspector Lynley Mysteries (2001) s01e02 Episode Script

Gowan people are waiting for their drinks.
(Dad!) Elizabeth .
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I care about you.
Oh-h! I don't I don't want So this is where my favourite girl's got to? We missed you .
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BOTH of you.
He's carrying on as though nothing has happened.
He's deceiving himself as well as everybody else.
About what? If he thinks the truth died with her, he was wrong.
I don't understand.
Who are we talking about? What truth? Before I say anything I want you to understand I love you.
Just tell me.
I hate doing this, but your mother lied to you.
Lied about what? What's going on? Joy made a few changes to the script.
I thought you knew.
- A word.
Don't you want to hear them first? Now! Is there a problem, Stuart? It's time to get up, Joy.
It's a lovely day.
Joy? ARGH! Sir, what are you doing here? Strathclyde have requested our help.
Have you ever been to Glasgow on a Saturday night? There's nothing they can't handle.
It's a theatre company.
Scary(!) The actors - Robert Gabriel and Joanna Sydeham.
What, THE Robert Gabriel and Joanna Sydeham? -I believe so.
My mum loved that soap they were in.
Hasn't a clue what's happening, of course.
They're rehearsing in Westerbrae.
-Thanks.
So? It's opening in the West End soon.
In case the investigation isn't over by then, they want Met officers up there.
-Who died? -The playwright, Joy Sinclair.
Did you see that episode where Joanna Sydeham got kidnapped by a psycho killer? No.
The psycho points a gun at her, she takes her kit off and suddenly - whoa! - he puts the gun down.
I mean, you wouldn't catch me doing that.
Shame.
How long had they been here? They've been rehearsing for a month.
Previews were meant to start Monday.
How many in the cast? Just Joanna Sydeham and Robert Gabriel.
As you'll have seen from the notes, the house belongs to Sir Stuart Stinhurst, the producer.
SOCO reported no signs of an intruder.
The security system was fully operational, hadn't been triggered.
Anything unusual happen beforehand? Sir Stuart and Joy Sinclair had a bit of an argie-bargie.
-Argie-bargie? -A set-to.
I think Sergeant Havers was asking, "What about?" Last-minute changes to the script.
Hardly a motive for murder, you'd have thought.
Robert Gabriel, actor.
Joanna Sydeham, actor.
David Sydeham, her husband and manager.
Sir Stuart Stinhurst, the producer.
Elizabeth, his daughter.
She found the body? Mmm.
Gowan Ross, general help.
Rhys Davies Jones, the director.
Helen Clyde Helen! She's a profiler for the Met.
You know Helen Clyde? -Yes.
Well, how close ARE you to her? Why? Is that a problem? Well, her room was one of the two means of access to the murder scene.
SOCO lifted fingerprints from the door handle between Clyde's bedroom and the victim's, also from the key.
They compared them to prints found on glasses in other rooms.
And? The fingerprints aren't hers.
We're pretty certain that they belong to the director, Rhys Davies Jones.
SoHelen and Davies Jones swapped rooms? His bed wasn't slept in last night.
Oh, he and Helen? Anything else? We found a pair of trousers in his room in the laundry basket.
SOCO report what looks like traces of blood in the pocket.
They're being tested.
Does he know about this? We took clothes from everyone, said it was in connection with the investigation.
They can't keep us here.
We don't have to stay.
I remember those lines.
You, me, trapped in a cellar.
Will we give in to our passions and finally make love? End of episode.
This isn't helping, Robert.
If we're postponing the first night, why can't we? Stuart and I Nothing's been decided yet.
We're living with a murderer, David.
How CAN we open? Nothing like an author's murder to bring in punters.
We're talking about Joy.
Show some respect! Dad Look, I will not have you upsetting Elizabeth, or anyone else, with hysterical speculation.
It isn't helpful.
It could well be dangerous.
I suggest we leave the police to identify the murderer, hmm? Maybe we should pass on this.
Personal interest issues.
I'll talk to the Chief Constable.
We don't want accusations of bias.
If Helen is having an affair with a suspect We don't know that yet.
Has she mentioned this Davies Jones bloke? No, no, she hasn't.
Are we ready? Yep.
HAVERS: What happened there? POLICEMAN: A woman from Westerbrae, Hannah Ross, hanged herself in the folly two weeks ago.
They reckon it's suicide.
You saw a picture of her son, Gowan, earlier.
Gowan? The general help up at the house.
Poor kid.
First he loses his mum, now this.
Is your pad in Cornwall this big? Size isn't everything.
Isn't that what you women tell us? Hope there's no butler.
House like this, he's bound to have done it! SOCO must've finished with my room.
Could I have your attention, please? I'm Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley from the Metropolitan Police, and this is Detective Sergeant Havers.
I appreciate how distressing this situation is.
It would help our enquiries if you stay in Westerbrae.
Anyone who does want to leave, please give DC Lonan a forwarding address.
They've finished with Helen Clyde's room.
I'll take her to change.
Are you all right? It's nice to see a friendly face.
I hadn't met most of these people till two days ago.
Why are you here? Rhys Davies Jones, the director, invited me.
Isn't this awkward for you? I cleared it with ACPO.
The Assistant Chief Constable trusts me to be impartial.
You never said you were coming to Scotland.
Can you blame me? You'd have had me waste the weekend trying to find some obscure whisky! Have you known Rhys long? About three months.
Death occurred ten to twelve hours ago.
There were fibres in the wound, possibly leather and rabbit fur.
That narrows it down.
We're obviously looking for a psycho Bugs Bunny! Or the killer was wearing gloves.
It explains the bloodstains on Davies Jones' trousers.
He took the gloves off, put them in his pocket.
What about fingerprints on the main entrance to the room? Joy was a popular woman.
Everyone paid her a visit at some stage.
The row was about rewrites to the script, yes? Correct.
The victim handed out amended blue pages just before the read-through.
So where are the blue pages now? And I saw a laptop in the video.
SOCO removed it.
Forensics are checking it now.
No sign of a struggle.
I'd say that the victim was lying down.
The victim had to have been asleep.
Eight people What are the chances of entering and leaving without meeting someone going to the toilet? Unless, of course, you You come in through Helen Clyde's door.
I went to bed, read a bit .
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then Rhys came to see me.
What time did he arrive? One o'clock.
What time did he leave? Not long after five.
He must be someone really special.
I hope so.
How can you be so accurate about the time that he left? He woke me.
Erwas he dressed? Yes.
Is this really relevant? Before you went to bed together, did Rhys do anything? What? He locked that door.
And did he leave the room at any time? No.
How can you be so certain? He got dressed without waking you.
He didn't go anywhere.
He wanted a cigarette.
Whose is the brandy? Rhys brought it.
Did you have a drink? No.
Did Rhys? No.
Bag it.
For God's sake! What do you think he tried to do - drug me?! It's just routine.
I'm sorry, this is totally absurd.
Check the seal - it isn't broken.
Yes, it is.
Rhys didn't have any brandy because he doesn't drink.
When I went over to him, he was sweating, badly.
He was agitated? It had nothing to do with Joy's death.
He's an alcoholic.
He brought YOU the brandy.
He's a recovering alcoholic.
Well, thanks.
If there's anything else What, that's it? You're just going to go? I have an investigation to run.
You think Rhys murdered Joy.
Based on what? You can't possibly expect me to answer that, Helen.
Sir? Let her go.
You didn't cut her much slack.
You'd be the first to be sounding off about favours for friends if I did.
Helen's a profiler.
You'd think she'd realise if she slept with a killer.
Psychopaths can be extremely charming and manipulative.
She explained the fingerprints.
Perfect alibi.
He lets Helen see him lock the adjoining door, she then tells us how the prints are on the key and the handle.
Are you scared of me? I'm embarrassed.
Relationships aren't my strong point.
Not MY relationships, anyway.
Not relationships like this.
Whatever it is.
I know exactly what it is.
Any luck with Joy Sinclair's laptop? Oh, er, DC Lonan rang.
Turns out the hard drive's been wiped.
Whoever didn't want to see those rewrites went to some trouble.
Get Scientific Support onto it.
No blue pages in any of them.
I'll have the lads search for them.
Who'd want to kill someone over a play? I mean, murdering the author doesn't necessarily mean it won't be performed.
What's it about anyway? A female stalker holds her target captive in his own home.
In an attempt to win her over, they form a relationship.
But can it survive in the real world? That's what it says on the publicity leaflet.
Er Right, who first? Sir Stuart.
OK.
No caustic comments about him being a knight.
Stuart Stinhurst isn't some inbred wastrel.
He earned his knighthood from the government on behalf of a nation.
Have you seen any of his musicals? Nope.
Well, I've got his CDs.
You can borrow them if you like.
What have they said? I murdered Joy? I brought brandy to your room to get you drunk, made love to you, and thenI killed Joy.
I brought the brandy to prove to you I'm not a drunk any more.
And then I woke at four terrified.
This play is the first decent job I've had in three years.
Suddenly, Stuart, people I care deeply about, are screaming at each other.
Maybe I don't deserve a second chance.
I looked at the bottle, picked it up and unscrewed the top.
All thatendless counselling and for what? Rhys.
And then you said something in your sleep - you must have been dreaming.
I watched you and suddenly, no contest.
I needed you more than anything else.
If we could discuss this without your sergeant, Detective Inspector.
Sergeant Havers stays.
I could insist that my solicitor be present.
Unfortunately for you, his practice is in London.
You should have told him He can hold up the investigation for hours.
Yeah, well, he should remember it's people like me who made him what he is today.
And his last show was rubbish! I'm sorry, that was exceptionally heavy-handed.
Sergeant Havers is an extremely competent and professional officer.
Your force often leaks material to the press.
If there's only one of you, I'll know who the source is.
What are you so desperate to hide from papers? Joanna's never been on the stage before - she's petrified.
The tabloids are questioning whether she's up to it.
Then Joy suddenly announces changes to the play Is that why you reacted so violently? "Violent" is putting it rather strongly.
You were heard to have a blazing row.
What are you suggesting? I killed Joy over some rewrites?! She was a very dear friend.
What exactly are these new lines? I don't remember.
The content wasn't the point.
The point was May I see a copy of the changes? You took the scripts.
The rewrites were missing.
They were there the last time I looked.
Thank you.
That'll be all for the moment.
Er, Detective Inspector, when you speak to my daughter, Elizabeth, er Yes? -I'd be most grateful, er Well, her mother died very painfully not so long ago, and now, finding Joy, she, er Just make sure you treat her carefully.
It's OK, there's no-one here.
I'm going outside.
Somewhere in the open where no-one can creep up on me.
We'll be all right as long as we stick together.
I'll put the kettle on.
What the hell are you doing? Protection.
Oh, trust me.
I won't let anyone hurt you.
I wasjust making some tea.
Do you want a cup? They think we did it.
They do, don't they? Everyone's on edge.
I hadn't realised what a fruitcake she was, picking at her lip.
We've only her word that Joy was dead when she went in.
Don't repeat that! Stuart's my oldest friend.
Yeah, OK.
I thought he was great till yesterday, but what do we know? The only time he invites us here is when I get a part in his play.
That looks like script pages.
Get this bagged up, yeah? Is everything all right? Huh? Oh, just routine stuff, that's all.
That fight with Joy - it can't look good.
Now, don't you worry about me, just concentrate on yourself.
I just don't want to let you down.
You won't.
You'll be fine.
The longer we hold off questioning Davies Jones, the more he and Helen can talk.
I'll talk to him.
I want to get some results back on his clothes, get some hard evidence.
We can lock him up in the dungeon(!) Place like this is bound to have one.
The Sydehams had the room next to Joy.
Let's talk to them.
You manage your wife's career? -I take care of most areas of her life.
Is she your only client? Yeah.
Your wife was in a nervous state before the murder.
This is a very important point in her trajectory.
Big names in the West End get taken seriously.
Then Joy ruins it all by handing out rewrites to the script? Well, I usually negotiate improvements with the writer.
Violence is the last resort.
It can't be easy for you.
What do you mean? Well, seeing your wife kissing another bloke on television.
I think that was SUCH a great storyline.
It was really hot.
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Wouldn't you say so, sir? Not the words I would use, but yes.
It's her job, for God's sake! HAVERS: I mean, kissing Robert Gabriel's hard work.
They loathe each other.
You signed her up to work with someone she loathes? She has no problem with it.
Isn't putting your wife's career into the hands of an alcoholic director a risk? Stuart Stinhurst and I go way back.
If Stuart reckons Rhys is fit for the job After the blow-up about the script-changes, Joanna was upset.
She had a go at me for getting her into what she called "this mess".
I thought it best if I retreated to bed.
What time did Joanna go to bed? - About midnight.
- Were you awake? Joanna and I haven't gone to sleep for nine years without kissing goodnight.
Designer watch, expensive clothes Joanna Sydeham must be earning her husband a fortune.
Or he's living beyond her means.
What are you doing in here? It's a bit risky, isn't it? You all on your own? If I'm going to die, I might as well die with a bottle of red inside me.
I would offer you some, only, er I heard talking in your room last night.
What? Late, after twelve.
Was it Joy? No.
What were you doing prowling around after midnight? If you've got yourself in a mess, talk to me.
You've had something on your mind lately.
Are you trying to set me up? I'm concerned about you.
Cos you want this play to be a success.
You've been making up to Stinhurst and Elizabeth.
What's that about?! If not Joy, who was it? Joanna? Oh, you're kidding! Don't tell me it was Elizabeth! You and Elizabeth?! No, Gowan, you've got it all wrong.
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Get him off me! Leave him, Gowan! Get off! Leave him! I told you, I wasn't with anyone.
I can't open a paper without seeing your face stuck down some cleavage.
You really suffer for your art(!) You think this happened overnight? I walked into a job centre and said, "I want to be a famous actor"(?) My mum juggled four jobs to get me here.
You get famous, and they want to label you.
If mine's "stud", I'm not complaining.
So you WERE with someone.
No.
And definitely not Elizabeth.
She's nice, but there's something not quite right with that kid.
It's funny, all the stuff you read, you never imagine Robert Gabriel having a mum.
It sounds like you've fallen for his charms.
I wouldn't say no.
Joke.
Even if Robert's fingerprints were found in Joy's bedroom, what does that prove? People were in and out of each other's bedrooms all the time.
Robert said there's something not quite right about Elizabeth.
Her father's protective towards her.
Try to get her medical records.
Stress that we'll be discreet, but I'll get a court order if necessary.
Apparently she and Gowan are an item.
I can't see Sir Stuart welcoming a handyman into the family.
Anything else? Yeah.
We found remnants of burnt paper in the boiler.
The scientist is checking it out.
If they are the rewrites, they're unreadable.
We're also sampling the ashes for traces of glove.
Who has access to the boiler? It's Gowan's job to attend to the boiler, but anyone could have wandered in.
She, er, she wouldn't go with Robert.
I know that really.
No.
I understand how it is - you get a notion in your head and the pressure just grows and you've got to let it out somehow.
Aye.
Do you often punch people? He wouldn't be such a catch if he got his face kicked in.
I was sorry to hear about your mum.
Right.
What made her do it? She fancied a change.
I don't know.
What did you think of Joy Sinclair? She was a writer.
Yeah, she wrote these true murder books.
Very popular with young blokes apparently.
Have you read any? Excuse me.
Nope.
Did you go to the boiler room last night? Sir Stuart said not to.
He said he'd take care of it.
Sir Stuart did? Aye.
He has a go at me for not trying hard enough, then he says not to bother.
He's given you a hard time? No, he's all right.
He gave me this job.
He was really cut up over Mum.
What does he think about you and Elizabeth? He thinks he knows what's best for us.
And that doesn't include you? How long have the two of you been going out? Four weeks.
Since the theatre lot showed up.
An officer found an empty bottle of whisky in the waste bin in your bedroom.
Does your husband drink after a bust-up? He said we had a bust-up? It was about the stupid play! I didn't mean any of it.
I'd be nowhere without him.
How come when you're upset, he goes to bed and drinks a bottle of whisky? That is a convenient alibi.
Alibi? If we did believe he drank all that whisky, he couldn't possibly have killed Joy.
But he DID drink it.
Maybe he drank it after you came to bed.
Maybe he drank it after Joy was killed, to settle his nerves.
He'd crashed out.
I put the bottle in the bin.
Like you said, you'd be nowhere without him.
You HAVE to defend him.
You don't understand.
It's what always happens.
Always? He loves me.
He wants to but when he tries we have a row, and he thinks he shouldyou knowto make up.
He thinks it's what I want.
I can't bear it.
I can't bear him humiliating himself like that.
So I stay away until he's drunk himself to sleep.
I read somewhere you wanted kids.
You can't have everything.
Why would David Sydeham lie and say he was awake when she came to bed? To protect her? Why would Joanna want to kill Joy? Why would David want to kill her? He needs Joanna in the West End.
Background stuff you requested on Rhys Davies Jones.
Oh, thank you.
I'd like you to run an urgent check on Carol Davies Jones.
She may be using her maiden name of Lewis.
A mother, possibly working as a teacher in the Melbourne area.
As soon as you find anything, could you let me know? Bloody hell! This place has got me spooked.
I spoke to Davies Jones' ex-wife.
He used to beat her, apparently.
Quite badly.
But there was nothing on his record.
She never pursued a complaint - too frightened.
She moved to Australia.
Look, just because he beat his wife, doesn't make him a murderer.
She said he drank heavily.
Not that that's much consolation.
You're not thinking of telling Helen! Look, I know it's awkward, but he's a suspect.
You could be jeopardising the case.
I do know that, Havers.
If I tell Davies Jones I know, he'll assume I've told Helen, which could turn him against her.
Oh, this is a ludicrous situation.
Look, Macaskin's set us up a couple of rooms in the local pub.
It's run by Gowan's dad, John Ross.
Why don't we get some sleep then start again in a few hours? I'll go talk to Helen.
Get her to come with us.
I don't really know how to handle this.
Davies Jones Rhys! .
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is possibly a suspect in a murder case.
Maybe you could respect my judgment.
If not as a friend professionally, as a profiler.
I don't want to see you get hurt.
You want to protect me from myself? Have you any idea how arrogant that sounds? Look, I understand this weekend was meant to be perfect You and Rhys, away from London and nosy friends.
Maybe, for a few hours, it was.
You're clinging on to what you'd hoped it would be.
To what it IS.
Was this the first night that he'd come to your room? What? Have you ever spent the night together before yesterday? You have no right to ask me that.
I'm not one of your suspects.
Yes, but he is.
Havers and I have taken a room at the pub.
Why don't you join us? Maybe we need some perspective, yeah? And if you want to be on your own I don't WANT to be on my own, Tommy.
I've made up your rooms.
I think you'll have everything you need.
My wife was in charge of We were very sorry to hear about your loss.
It's good of you to put us up.
Sir! There's an old picture here of David Sydeham.
I didn't know he'd been an actor.
As was a rather young Rhys Davies Jones.
They've used this place since Stuart took the lease on the theatre.
You never know who you're serving.
Who's the woman? Hannah.
She was my wife.
Gowan's still got a room up at the house.
Got quite a temper on him.
He hit one of the house guests.
Ach, that's nothing.
Just a flash, it's over in a minute.
You're saying he's done that before? You can take that room there.
Sergeant, you're over here.
No.
Go on.
It's been a terrible day.
You deserve it.
If I'd been caught reading Jeffrey Archer, I'd lie.
But Joy Sinclair? I just said that, OK? It was stupid.
Why were you so defensive when we asked you about your mum? Do you feel guilty about her death? No.
No, course not.
Why should I? Well, you're a violent young man.
Hit first, ask questions later.
Any mum would be worried.
So? So what are you saying, that Mum killed herself because of me?! Did she? No! If anybody made her do it, it was Joy Sinclair.
Well, what makes you think that? Mum was really happy.
Then this lot from the theatre turn up.
She starts talking to Joy.
I saw what happened.
Joy asking her questions, Mum shaking her head.
I don't know why.
I tried warning her.
It says on the cover, "Nobody gets inside a subject's mind like Joy Sinclair.
" So you think Joy drove your mum to kill herself? I don't know.
Whatever she said, Mum changed.
That must have made you furious.
Aye.
Aye, it did.
What's going on? Gowan decided to come home for the night.
I heard a noise.
We didn't mean to wake you.
Uh-huh.
You'd best get some sleep.
You've got the solicitor's in the morning.
We'll talk tomorrow.
I'll get you up to speed.
Well, I can't debrief you out here.
You're lucky I'm not wearing my Mickey Mouse ones.
Gowan thinks Joy drove his mum to kill herself.
Gowan is the killer? I don't buy it.
He is prone to losing his temper.
One perfectly aimed thrust through the neck is hardly the behaviour of a grief-stricken teenager.
Hannah and Joy talk.
One commits suicide, the other gets killed.
Whether Gowan is a murderer or not, there's obviously a connection.
Tea or coffee? Or hot chocolate? Yeah, chocolate, please.
Got any custard creams? I should have listened to you.
Me? What about? Handing over the job.
If it was any other officer, Helen might be sleeping safely in the next room.
How do you make that out? I'm her friend.
That's why she's being so stubborn.
She thinks I'm criticising her professional and emotional judgment.
Well, you are.
Yeah, but with good reason.
The stupid woman is too proud to admit she's made a mistake.
She's chosen a murderer and refuses to believe it.
Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Today was awful, having to pretend that nothing had happened.
I don't want to talk about it.
Last night I meant it - I'll do anything for you.
Are you saying there's something suspicious about Hannah's death? Maybe.
Well, she was found hanging from a beam.
She'd been to the doctor the day before, asking for pills.
He was worried enough to suggest a referral.
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-It happened over here.
How about this? She didn't kill herself.
She was murdered.
Murdered? Why would anyone want Hannah dead? No idea.
We do know that Hannah only became agitated once Stinhurst's lot arrived at the house.
If she was murdered, how come our lads didn't pick it up? Ross calls in, he tells them that Hannah's missing and is in an anxious state.
They find her hanging - assume she's taken her own life.
So what do you want us to do? Run a parallel investigation? Treat it as a possible suspicious death.
What did the solicitor say? Were his? Don't! Whatever's happened, we can talk about it.
There is no "we".
Gowan! I want a word.
We're discussing something here! I've got something to say.
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Leave us.
No.
You can talk to the kid later.
You heard what he said.
We have to make a decision.
Leave us! Take it back.
Where did you get this? You have to take it back.
I'm well aware of how busy he is - you keep telling me.
I have been trying since yesterday.
Look, just get him to call me, ASAP.
Doctors' receptionists! We've got the results on Davies Jones' clothes.
It was Joy Sinclair's blood.
What next? We interview him.
Our scientists found traces of Joy's blood on the clothes we removed from your bedroom.
Blood? Where? The right-hand pocket of your trousers.
How do you think it got there? I don't know.
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Yes, sorry, um, Joy and I had a row after the read-through.
There is no mention of a row in your statement.
It was just a nosebleed.
What happened? Did you hit her? No! Of course I didn't! May I remind you, you have been cautioned.
It was stress.
I lent her my handkerchief, I put it back in my pocket.
And where is the handkerchief now? I got rid of it.
How? I burnt it.
In the boiler.
-Why didn't you put it in the laundry with your trousers? Or would you have burnt them too if you'd known they had blood on them? It was old! It wasn't worth washing.
Are you in the habit of burning your old clothes? Let me get this straight - you had an argument with Joy .
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so brutal, you claim, that she had a nosebleed.
Then you went to Helen Clyde's room, which conveniently has an adjoining door to Joy's bedroom, where she lay asleep.
Is this going to take much longer? Why? Are my questions making you feel uncomfortable, Mr Davies Jones? Whose idea was it to give Helen Clyde the room next to Joy's? I don't know.
Elizabeth's.
She seems to think it was yours.
You may be a friend of Helen's, Detective Inspector, but take it from mea woman of her sensitivity would have noticed if she wasn't getting my full attention.
Now, the only motive I had for being in her bed was to make love to her.
My friendship with Helen Clyde has nothing to do with this.
Really? We've got the blood, the means of access, destroying evidence -Yeah, but no motive.
I mean, what had Davies Jones to gain in killing Joy? Nothing.
You want him to be the killer.
I want the killer, whoever it is.
No, you are more determined to protect Helen.
She is a grown woman.
If Rhys made a complaint, saying you are too close to her to be involved in the case, the whole thing blows up in our face.
Look, do what you said you would do - hand the job over.
Let another officer decide if there is enough evidence to bring charges.
Are you saying I cannot separate my personal life from my professional life, Sergeant? What happens next? I say yes and you slap on an insubordination charge? It's Gowan! He's disappeared.
You go upstairs.
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You go with her.
Gowan? Is something the matter? I don't deserve you.
That's MY line.
I've never been so scared in my life, but here goes I love you.
I love you too.
Gowan? Gowan? Sir! No luck.
I think we should try the boiler room.
Gowan! Gowan! Gowan! Are you in there? I'll get an ambulance.
Too late.
I don't want you.
She's just a kid.
- Where the hell were Uniform? -Oh, come on, sir.
It's a big house.
They can't stake out the boiler room.
Why Gowan? Hannah becomes anxious, dies in suspicious circumstances, Joy is killed.
Gowan visits a solicitor, gets very upset now HE'S murdered.
You know, even though Gowan's dead, he still could have killed Joy.
Whoever killed Joy killed Gowan.
A word.
Now! Tommy! NOW, Mr Davies Jones.
Where did you go after we interviewed you? I really don't want to answer that.
Mr Rhys Davies Jones, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
To see Helen.
Where? In her bedroom.
Get out.
No.
Get out! You'd better go.
I'm not leaving you here.
It'll be all right.
Please.
We'll talk later.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
I understand, sweetheart.
Emotions are running very high at the moment.
It isn't like that.
I wanted to tell you Remember what you used to say about Robert, Joanna? I was wrong.
When this is all over, in six months' time, how will you feel then? When you open the paper and see him with another half-naked female? He loves me.
This is different! Do you love him? No.
I don't want to know.
This is all so We've got to think it through.
I don't think I can continue, not as your manager.
Why not? Seeing you every day The business stuff will be hard to sort out.
I'll talk to the lawyers, get them started on it.
David To hell with me.
It's YOU I worry about.
I know how scared you get.
I don't want to see you suffer.
Are you really sure you can cope? I only saw Gowan this morning.
What was the purpose of his visit? There was a letter from Hannah to Gowan, and a chequefor £100,000.
Speak to the bank.
See if they can find out where Hannah got £100,000 from.
Was there a letter with Gowan's body? -Officers checking his room didn't mention a letter or cheque.
What's the betting the murderer destroyed both of them? You were supposed to be protecting him.
I won't offer any excuses, Mr Ross.
All I can say is I'll do everything I can to find his killer.
Mr Ross Hannah left Gowan £100,000.
Was your wife independently wealthy? People used to say Gowan looked just like me.
Couldn't see any of Hannah in him at all.
We used to have a laugh at that.
What are you saying, Mr Ross? That Gowan wasn't your natural son? I was there when he was born, and as far as he knew, I was his father.
So did the money come from his biological father? If we're going to find out who did this to your son, we need to know the name of his biological father.
Hannah was pregnant when I proposed.
I don't suppose she would have looked at me otherwise.
All I knew was that she was in trouble.
I never asked who.
It made it easier to believe Gowan was mine that way.
But you must have had your suspicions.
Hannah was a barmaid here 20 years ago, when the theatre crowd started coming in.
What, Stinhurst and David Sydeham? Rhys Davies Jones came to visit Hannah a week before she was I watched them sitting in the corner over there, talking.
Just like old times.
Thank you very much, Mr Ross.
I don't buy it.
Rhys was just a kid himself.
Rhys was Gowan's father.
We don't know that! Come on, get in.
Rhys thinks you're jealous.
I told him that was ridiculous.
You've been very useful to Rhys, you know.
You provide him with the alibi for the night that Joy was murdered, and again when Gowan was killed.
He was with me.
No! He turned up at your bedroom at approximately the time that Gowan was killed.
You've been seeing Rhys for, what, three months now? Why was the first night he made love to you the night that Joy died in the room next to yours? They've traced the hundred grand.
Regular monthly payments into Hannah's bank account.
And? -Stuart Stinhurst made them.
Hannah was going to tell Gowan the truth.
You murder her, make it look like suicide.
Hannah was murdered? -She confided in Joy.
-Someone killed Hannah? You were scared someone would know that Joy's new lines referred to you and Gowan, so you killed Joy! -No! One thing you hadn't allowed for was the letter Hannah left for Gowan saying you were his father! I bought this house to be close to him.
He confronts you, you kill him, destroy the letter, and the cheque for £100,000.
He was my son, for God's sake! What about your daughter? After her mother died, Elizabeth had a breakdown and disappeared to London.
-She's fine now.
We're fine.
For how long?! She's about to find out her father was unfaithful to her mother, and her lover's her brother! I was scared, yes! -Which is why you burnt the rewrites to the play.
All right! Yes.
And that's all I did.
What a choice - What a choice - your daughter or your son.
Hannah Hannah was the love of my life.
If I hadn't been married, hadn't had responsibilities She never spent a penny of it.
The only memento I have left.
One lousy cheque.
He threw it in my face and rushed from the room.
He never knew how much I loved him.
He seemed genuinely upset.
He's still the only person with a motive for killing all three people.
Get me Stinhurst's doctor on the phone.
I want to talk to him.
Why? Just do it, Havers.
Hi.
I've rented a cottage.
Lynley's suspicious enough as it is.
If I suddenly move out I can't stand this house.
Please.
No, you're right.
I shouldn't have presumed.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
I want to be with you.
You're all I care about.
Stinhurst was blood group O.
Gowan was type AB.
Hannah was type AB.
There's no way that Stinhurst can be Gowan's father.
Are you sure? Davies Jones - drink driving.
There must be a record of his blood group.
Stinhurst still believes he was Gowan's father, so the information doesn't eliminate him as a suspect.
Will I risk Helen's life because you don't think Davies Jones is the murderer(?) No.
If she suspects him or shows any signs of being afraid, he'll kill her.
I'm nervous.
Just the two of us for the first time.
Alone at last.
Mmm.
.
.
What's scary about that? What are you doing? Robert and I are moving to a hotel.
The police have got all the details.
Robert's agent will look after me till I get sorted.
This is madness.
You can't do it without me.
Do you want to screw everything up? As you said, emotions are running high.
We'll talk when this is over.
Joanna! Joanna! Do you know where she's gone? Helen? She and Rhys have rented a cottage.
The restaurant down the road's not too bad.
Yeah? Can we go now? Can we go straight away because any longer? I love you.
PHONE RINGS Leave it.
I'd better not - it might be important.
RINGING TONE Come on Hello? Oh, thank God! Is Davies Jones with you? Um We'll talk later.
I have to go.
No, just listen.
Whatever I say, just act naturally.
Is he with you? He beat his wife.
She was so scared, she moved her family to Australia.
No.
I think he's Gowan's real father.
To keep that quiet, he's murdered Gowan and Joy - maybe even Hannah.
I don't believe you.
-I don't want to see you next in a morgue.
Is he with you? -Yes.
Right.
Take him to a public place.
UmRoss's pub.
Call me when you get there.
Whatever you do, don't upset him.
Why would Davies Jones let Stinhurst think it was his child? Maybe he didn't know until he came here.
Stinhurst revived his career.
He hasn't fought alcoholism to see his future destroyed.
Even if this is true, it's still circumstantial.
I mean, unless he hurts Helen For once, Havers, just shut up! What's happened? Nothing.
Maybe we should go and eat.
Who called you? No-one.
A friend.
Lynley? No.
No.
It's personal.
Don't Why are you lying to me? Helen! Where's Rhys? He left.
I didn't recognise him.
I thought What if you're right and he has killed three people? He was so angry.
There must be something that he said to me, something I can do.
I've arranged for you to go to a safe house.
He and I areemotionally close.
I'm the only one who may be able toprovoke him.
I don't know - get him to make a mistake.
This isn't your problem.
-Yes, it is, Tommy.
You'd be using her like bait.
IF he thinks Joy sent Helen an incriminating floppy disk.
- What happened to not risking Helen's life? This is something I have to let her do.
Like she's not hurting enough(?) She needs proof she's sleeping with a murderer(?) She has to put it right.
It's me.
Don't hang up.
We have to talk.
Please.
Rhys.
No, no, please I have to say this I used to hit my wife.
Not once, not twice Regularly.
Alcohol made me believe that nothing was ever my fault.
I'm not sure what this has to do with us.
I wanted to hit you.
I love you.
Too much.
The thought that I was losing you Maybe it isn't me.
Maybe something else is troubling you.
Perhaps.
I don't know.
I'm out of control.
I can't slide back there, Helen.
I can't.
I'm sorry that I'm weak.
I'm so sorry that the only way I know how to take care of you is to walk away.
No, please Every time I look at you, I'll be looking for your fear.
Don't go.
Not now.
I need your help.
Rhys, please.
- I can't! What you've just said I-I don't want to Looksomething else has happened, and despite what you may think, you're the only person I can trust.
This came in the post.
It's from Joy.
It's a note.
"If anything happens to me, do what you feel is right.
" What's on it? I don't know.
I haven't got my laptop here.
There's a computer at the theatre.
I'll check it out.
No.
Joy sent it to ME.
All right.
We'll go together.
Come on.
In the morning.
For God's sake, it might tell us who killed her! I'm sorry! You're absolutely right - I shouldn't have shouted at you.
Wellwe'll check it out tomorrow.
Are you all right? He didn't take it.
It can't be him.
Oh, he's smart.
He's probably establishing himself an alibi.
He'll be back.
She'll They'll be back.
We carry on as planned.
You can pour me one.
What? What happened? POLICE RADIO: 'Car approaching.
Could be suspect.
'No.
Unidentified male coming into lane.
Picked him up at rear gate.
'He's putting on a Balaclava.
Heading towards target's door.
ETA 15 seconds.
' Maintain radio silence.
I'm gonna be sick! Stop the frigging car! 'The car spooked him.
Suspect on the move.
' After him! He's heading for the woods! Armed police! Put your hands where I can see them.
Show me your hands! 20 years ago, Hannah told me she was pregnant.
She was a barmaid, for God's sake.
Did she think I'd marry her?! Then, would you believe it? Stuart decides he fancies her.
All of a sudden, it's love.
She's terrified he'll end it .
.
if he learnt she went with me.
He's whining in my other ear - should he tell the wife? I wanted to tell him - "I had her first, mate.
" Everything's OK for 20 years.
Then Gowan falls for Elizabeth.
Stuart panics.
Hannah's going to tell him the truth.
"Relax - Elizabeth and Gowan's OK.
He's not your son.
" It turns out Hannah has been talking to Joy.
Is that how you show you care? Planting ideas in Joy's mind? Leaving incriminating evidence for your son? So, you killed them both.
I get that sorted.
You killed Gowan, too.
And then along comes Rhys - gabbling about some computer disk.
What did she think Stuart would say when he learnt the kid's really mine? He'll finish me.
I'll lose Joanna for certain.
I'm supposed to sit back and let that happen? Stuart and Rhys playing creative genius - I'm just a bloody hanger-on! It's hard to pluck a kid from nowhere and turn her into somebody! All these young blokes lusting after her.
They should have seen her stacking shelves in a supermarket! I deserve the house, the cars, everything I've fought for.
I'm not losing it because some tart has a fit of conscience! Was Gowan my son? Look, this isn't really the place Was he my son? No, I'm afraid he wasn't.
Maybe you should go home to Elizabeth.
I told her Gowan was her brother.
She doesn't want to see me again.
I had a choice.
I chose to believe you.
He knows that.
I put you in an impossible situation.
He'll understand.
Don't! He won't understand - of course he won't! No wonder he lost control.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
No, please, stay! Robert's driving Joanna back.
He offered me a lift.
We can't leave it like this.
I don't have anything else to say.
I'm thinking of resigning.
You're kidding?! I went after the wrong man.
Well, what makes you so special? That's half the Met out on its ear.
Look, I never had David Sydeham marked for it.
I handled the situation with Helen very badly.
No - you were looking out for her.
Look, if I had a mate like You resign, I resign.
That's absurd.
Why, for heaven's sake? Well, do you want the truth? Yes.
No-one else would work with me.
This is you being nice to me, isn't it? Yeah.
Shall we hit the pub?