Dalziel and Pascoe (1996) s03e04 Episode Script

I love you, Mr Pascoe.
And I love you, Mrs Pascoe.
I'll be home for Christmas.
And we'll have us a honeymoon, I promise you.
We've already had it.
Give me a knife.
- Why? - Just give it to me.
Now I'll always be with you.
Go.
If there's one thing I know about the Yorkshiremen, it's that they work hard, they play hard.
And when they have to, by God, they fight hard.
I reckon with you lot, the Hun'll have his work cut out to beat you.
I thank my son as I thank you all for your noble and patriotic gesture in becoming Yorkshire Volunteers.
I'm proud of you.
And I only wish that I could be out there with you in what I know, will be the final victory.
How were the honeymoon? Three cheers for God, King, and country! - Hip, hip Hooray! Hello, I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I seem to have broken down, and I've no idea what to do.
I'm absolutely desperate.
All right, love, I'll have a look at it for you.
Oh, thank you so much.
I'm hopeless when it comes to anything mechanical.
Open a bonnet, and I don't know where to begin to look.
Don't you worry, I'll sort it out, love.
Oh, that's so sweet of you.
Thank you very much.
It just sort of fizzled.
Ah.
Let's see.
What the Just do exactly what we say.
- Evening, Eddie.
- All right, Jimmy? - You listening to the match? - What? No, no.
I thought you must be, judging by the look on your face.
15-3 down at half-time.
There's no second phase ball.
And the wingers have hardly had a touch.
- Are you all right? - Yeah, sure.
Okay, Jimmy, I'm all yours.
You're going to regret this, I'm telling you.
Oh, I don't know.
It all seems to be going rather well.
- Sit tight.
- Bitch! Now, escape's not part of the plan.
Maximum publicity is.
Okay, ladies? - Let's do it.
- Wendy, go for the hardware, not the personnel.
It'll look better in court.
Best behaviour, I swear.
They have some important guests, so let's make sure they know we're here, okay? The framework is in place for Wanwood Pharmaceuticals and the Meredith Corporation to become one.
We have the next seven days for fine-tuning, and I will, of course, be on hand to assist in that process.
Noah, if there's anything you'd like to add? As a matter of fact, David, yes, there is.
I'd kill for a scotch.
I must say, David, I am very impressed with what you've got here.
Thank you.
We try to do our homework.
Some of these new products that you've got in development - Yeah? - Truly interesting.
It's all going to plan.
Yeah, see you in the morning.
It's probably a line fault.
Happens all the time.
Oh.
Sure.
What is it? A fault? - Boss, I was just - Turn off the alarm.
- What? - Do it.
They're not going anywhere.
Here they come! They're here, they're here! - Come on.
- Over here! Right, lads, let's go on in.
Go on! Get back here, you Jimmy? Don.
Situation sorted.
Boss, I'm sorry.
- Well, lucky for you we got them all.
Don, there's another one.
Outside the data area.
How did she get up there? Cap? What are you doing? This wasn't part of the plan.
- Talk to me, Cap.
- Wendy, will you please trust me? I know what I'm doing.
Please, Cap, talk to me.
Wendy, not now.
I've got to go.
I thought escape wasn't an option.
Okay, we got her.
All the attacking coming from the blue and white shirts of Argentina.
Good ball for Argentina.
England spoiling much more, though.
Turning it over.
Now here's a chance.
Gomersall to Catt.
Catt.
Opportunities here, but he's put that out Dalziel.
Evening, sir.
Thanks for coming.
Sounds like you're giving a party, Wieldy.
- Afraid not, sir.
- No matter.
I get bored on me nights off.
Especially when the rugby's on telly and I've only a bottle of single malt for company.
- We talking mass murder, Wieldy? - Remains, sir.
What? Man? Dog? - Politician? - Remains to be seen, sir.
Don't turn humorous on me, Wieldy, please.
You don't have the face for it.
- Who found these remains, then? - Some animal rights protestors.
They're waiting to be interviewed.
- They're all women, sir.
- Oh, aye? Is that why you dragged me out here, is it? Thought it time the boss ended his quiet run? - Gentlemen.
- DALzlEL: Owt useful to tell me? We've found a ribcage and a skull, both human.
I said useful.
Like cause and time of death.
Mother's maiden name, that sort of thing.
Nay.
You'll have to be patient there, Andy.
This one's going to come out in instalments.
Oh, can't wait.
Make sure you stick us on the mailing list.
Who's that? Oh, she's the one that found the skull.
Bit shaken up, by all accounts.
She doesn't look that shaken up to me.
Where the sodding heck's Pascoe? He's at his grandmother's funeral, sir.
His what? Thanks.
And thanks for putting up with the Pascoe rank and file.
It's not a problem.
The address was great, Pete, spot on.
- Do you think so? - You did her proud.
Look, why don't we finish this off tomorrow? I need to get back to Rose.
Yeah, sure.
Look, you go back.
- You're not coming? - No, I've still got the inventory to do.
Tonight? Okay, I'll see you later.
My darling Ada, we've finally seen some action.
I'm a stretcher bearer now, so I find myself in the thick of it.
We gave a good account of ourselves, though I lost a few good mates.
But we're still in good heart and I hope to keep my promise and be back with you for Christmas.
Thing is, I sort of envy people with a cause.
You know, God, socialism, saving trees.
Doesn't matter what it is.
Hey? Gives 'em something to do on long winter evenings.
Course, it's all bollocks, really, but they don't know that, do they? Still, you've always got your rugby, Sir.
Don Patten.
I run security around here.
Oh, aye? What happened tonight, then, Don? Short-staffed, were you? We apprehended some intruders, that's what happened tonight.
Oh, aye? Apprehended them after they broke in, like? - They're in here.
- Thanks, Don.
We'll take over now.
Evening, ladies.
Superintendent Dalziel.
You play things my way and we'll all be tucked up by midnight.
And what's that's supposed to mean? It means statements from the lot of you.
Concise.
I mean, no long words.
You're joking me, aren't you? I'm saying nothing without a lawyer.
Let me explain something to you.
I missed tonight's match thanks to your daft antics.
And if I miss the highlights as well, I'm liable to hold you - personally responsible.
- Cap? The wanderer returns.
Cap? Amanda Marvell.
Cap for short.
Captain Marvel, sir.
- The comic character.
- Right.
I wouldn't know about that.
I weren't allowed comics.
The joint efforts of Satan and the Americans, that's what my mother used to say.
Been having fun, have you? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play down in the woods? Might bump into something nasty.
It looks like I just have.
Where are you hurt? Where are you hurt? There's not a scratch on you! Take me back, mate, I'm all done in! I can't do that.
Please, I'm going to get shot out there.
You'll get shot if I take you back.
You'll be all right, mate.
I'm not all right now.
Ammunition! Ammunition! - Go! - Oh, don't drop me, for God's sake.
Shut up! Move! It's a foot wound, sir.
I can see that, Pascoe.
Put him in isolation.
He's not that serious, sir.
Don't argue.
Watch yoursen.
He didn't look as if he were dying to me.
Save your sympathy, mate.
Captain Batty knows what he's doing.
Yeah, well, I'll tell you.
I wouldn't let that doctor near me if me head were hanging off.
Here, mate, do you want a cigarette? I reckon I got me ticket out of here.
You got a light? Here, mate.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Just getting a report on the damage to the lab.
Oh, I imagine your insurance will cover that, Dr Batty.
Oh, yeah, the hardware, sure.
But not the research.
I'm afraid we've been set back weeks at least.
One less shade of eyeliner.
Not exactly.
Our work centres mainly around diseases of the lung.
That's right.
Have you ever seen an X-ray of your lungs? Aye.
I've got one on me mantelpiece.
I look at it on long winter evenings.
Well, they'll be in prime condition compared to an African teenager who's been hooked on full strength tobacco since he was five.
I'm feeling better already.
So this is you doing your good works, is it? Yes.
That was taken in a village just south of the Sahara.
We run a clinic there.
Do you know they have the highest incidence of tobacco-related mortality anywhere in the world? They help us with our research.
In return, we give them the drugs they need.
I don't suppose Amanda Marvell thought about that when she wrecked our lab tonight.
Come on, lad, out of the way.
Two, three, up.
Just a minute, mate.
Aye.
Sir.
- Captain Batty.
- What? That man that we brought in earlier, sir.
He's dead.
- Shock and heart failure, I'm afraid.
- He only had a foot wound, sir.
- Were you a friend of his, Pascoe? - No, sir.
Well, then, what exactly is your interest? What did you give him? Are you questioning me again, Private Pascoe? I'd strongly advise against that.
So, we got a bunch of woolly hats who were doing the wrong things for the right reason.
And the good Dr David, who's about to cure cancer and make a few bob while he's at it.
Oh, and I almost forgot.
We got a bag of bones in the wood over there that nobody knows owt about.
It's all too exciting for me, this, Wieldy.
I'm off home to watch the rugby.
I think you've missed it, sir.
- Oh, bloody hell.
- I did hear the score, though, sir.
- Yeah? - They lost.
Thanks.
Twenty cubic metres? Of this muck? To take it where? Back down the lab.
Run it through a sluice.
Well, what have you turned up so far? Well, that's just it.
Nothing much.
A few bits of bones.
Enough to confirm the sex.
Male.
Come on then, give it to me straight.
How long has the bugger been down there? More than 60 years? You mean, so you can file him away and head off down the Black Bull? You should have been a psychoanalyst, Doc.
Well, without further tests, I can't say more.
You see, what a sluice will do, it'll trap any object greater than a centimetre in diameter All right, I don't want a maths lesson.
You'll get your toy.
Go on.
Morning, Wieldy.
- You dug up owt useful? - No, sir.
They had two employees die this year.
One from a heart attack, the other in a road accident.
Leaving behind two bodies, I dare say.
- Where was the car accident? - Africa.
One of their research scientists, name of Mark Fairclough.
Oh, I think it's safe to say that's off our patch.
Sir, that Marvell woman called the station.
She says she can't come in to give a statement on account of her sprained ankle, but she says you're welcome to pop round.
Pop round? What am I, the district nurse? Well, I'll go if you'd rather, sir.
No, don't worry.
It's on me way.
Don't you trust me? Of course I do.
Then just tell me what's going on.
I can't.
That policeman's going to be here any minute to take my statement.
You'll get chapter and verse this afternoon.
- Cap, I'm not going anywhere - Will you please just leave it alone? Okay, I'll find out meself.
Oh, do what you like.
Will you just get lost? They're nasty, aren't they? Sprained ankles.
I did mine in once playing rugby.
A bowl of hot, salty water, that's what I prescribe.
Look, do you think we could get this over with, please? Because I've got rather a lot to do.
By all means.
You're not one for creature comforts, eh? I'm the same.
I mean, home is just somewhere to rest your head, right? Oh, you know, one or two luxuries and I can survive.
- One or two? - Well, my cats, whisky, silk underwear.
Well, I can't comment on the cats, but the whisky sounds good.
Be my guest.
You'll have to help yourself, though.
Oh! You've got taste.
- You want one? - Okay.
Um, there's just one thing that puzzles me, Miss Marvell, which I'm sure you can explain.
How is a bit of petty vandalism supposed to Supposed to help the monkeys? It was an opportune gesture.
Thanks.
You mean, you decided to embarrass Wanwood - whilst the Yanks were in town? - Precisely.
- Is that it? - That's it.
My apologies, then.
I overestimated you.
You see, I thought with all that careful planning, you were after something really big.
Not just a page in the local rag.
Is that a poorly coded appeal to my vanity? No.
It's an appeal for the truth.
- What were you really after last night? - I told you.
What do you want me to do, make something up? I saw 'em, in his case.
That stuff wasn't medical issue.
You said you thought he were all right.
Yeah, I'm not so sure now.
It don't matter.
He's gone.
Back to England.
It's one of theirs! - Olly, come on.
- I'm going.
Hurry up! Olly.
Olly, come on.
We've got to go.
Olly, you've got to run.
Come on! Run! Run! Come on! Olly! Olly! Excuse me, where can I find Major Studholme? - The office is through that door.
- Thanks.
Well, Inspector.
Your grandmother's reticence was quite understandable.
There's very little to say.
Your grandfather was sent home wounded and placed in a military hospital, from where he absconded.
- Absconded? - Deserted.
- I don't believe it.
- I'm afraid it's true.
- I'd like to see the file, please.
- I regret to say that's not possible.
How do you know he deserted? I mean, how do you know that? He disappeared.
It doesn't necessarily mean There's more.
Some weeks later, his uniform was found at Liverpool docks, hidden in a rubbish bin.
It was believed he'd gained passage to America.
A common enough story for those who ran away.
I suppose there's quite a few who did.
No, not many.
Most did their duty.
Quietly.
Obediently.
My dearest Ada, I've been wounded.
But you mustn't worry, it isn't serious.
And the good news is I'm coming home.
We'll be together again soon.
So you see, I will be able to keep my promise to you after all.
Olly? We're here.
You all right, mate? - Easy, Jim.
- No, I'm all right.
I've got it.
What do you reckon to his new home? - Smart enough for you? - It'll do.
Nurse, I would like a room overlooking the garden, please.
Uh, if that's not possible, I'll have a room overlooking you.
- Did the women strike any of your staff? - Not as such, no.
Did they threaten to? One of them tried to cut our driver's throat.
That's a threat in my book, officer.
Listen, mate.
Wanwood aren't prosecuting.
You're wasting time.
Yours and mine.
This may come as a shock to you but we can prosecute without Wanwood's say so.
- It's a perk of the job.
- That's just hypothetical, isn't it? It wouldn't be worth your while.
- Are these running all the time? - Yeah.
The raid was taped, wasn't it, Don? Yeah, of course.
So why did you not say so before? If Wanwood were prosecuting, I would have.
Well, why don't you cut out the smoke and mirrors and run and get those tapes? Good-looking chap, weren't he? What did he die of? There's a long crack running down from this compression here.
- Someone wacked him over the head? - It's possible.
Good to know people don't change.
- Nice of you to join us.
- Sorry, sir.
Family crisis.
Well, this fellow's turned up in the woods at Wanwood House.
You were saying, Doc? I don't think the skull fracture killed him, it's healed.
- So what did? - It's a tough one.
Oh, look at this.
You can see these odd discolorations.
Look.
Here, here.
Seems to me like the bone marrow's been seriously depleted.
Eaten away.
While he was still alive, I mean.
Are you saying he was poisoned? Difficult to say.
I can tell you the poor fellow died in agony, whoever he was.
Fair loves his work, old Doc.
I could do with a few like him under me.
Enjoy your family get-together, did you? - It was a funeral, sir.
Not a wedding.
- All the better.
I hate bloody weddings.
Lots of dull speeches and you got to buy a present.
Now, with funerals, no one expects you to laugh and with a bit of luck, you come away better off than when you went.
I'm afraid me grandmother didn't have much to leave.
Oh, well, I hope you checked down the back of the chair cushions.
Anyway, enough of that.
Looks like we're stuck pretending this bag of bones is a real-life murder case.
First thing to do is check through the records of the house.
Well, that sounds like my sort of thing.
Lots of chat and not too much mud on me shoes.
- I was going to say that.
- I know.
My dearest Ada, they're looking after us well enough but I miss you desperately.
Didn't you get my last letter? Please write soon.
Olly.
Grub's up, mate.
You heard from that girl of yours yet? Waste of time.
Reckon she's found someone else.
Someone who can wipe their own arse.
I haven't heard from Ada yet, either.
Nurse! Nurse! Nurse! Nurse! Doctor.
Doctor! Sir.
I fear this may be a wasted trip for you, Mr Pascoe.
Company records only go back to the '60s.
And before that, your family lived here? Oh, no, family hasn't lived here since the First World War.
My great-grandfather converted Wanwood into a hospital.
I suspect it was his bid for a knighthood.
- A hospital? A military hospital? - That's right.
And it remained a hospital of one sort or another until the 1960s.
This military hospital, was it for the Mid Yorks Regiment? Yes.
How did you know that? I think my grandfather was sent here.
Really? Well, I hope he made a full recovery.
- No.
- Oh.
He died? - He disappeared.
- Disappeared? Well, they say he deserted.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Listen, Mr Pascoe.
The way I see it, you and I are living at the soft end of a pretty hard century.
We simply can't imagine the situations our ancestors found themselves in.
We think we can, but we can't.
So if your grandfather did a runner, who are we to judge? I don't, Mr Batty, but thank you anyway.
I'm really sorry I can't be of more help.
- Do those hospital records still exist? - Oh, it was all such a long time ago.
I'm afraid they were destroyed.
That's Marvell.
Now you see her, now you don't.
So, where has she gone? Well, that's where it gets interesting.
I've been right through these tapes and Marvell doesn't appear again.
Not anywhere.
Well, she went somewhere where there's no camera, to powder her nose or summat.
Sir, that corridor leads directly into the data area.
There's nowhere else she could have gone.
That's Wendy Walker.
The alarm goes off when she enters the data area, not before.
The alarm alerts the guards.
So now Patten's in on the act, following Walker.
Walker.
Patten.
But no Cap Marvell.
Perhaps she ran up the walls.
I think you'll find that was Spider-Man, sir.
Who is it? - Superintendent Dalziel.
Sorry if I interrupted your ablutions.
What do you want? I thought I'd answered all your questions.
You did.
I've made up some new ones.
Haven't you got a phone? Last night when you left the laboratory, where did you go? I'm sorry, I can't talk now.
I can come back in 10 minutes, if you like.
I won't be here in 10 minutes.
I've got to go out.
Ankle better, is it? I am sorry.
Bad timing.
Call me tomorrow.
Yeah? Yes, Wieldy.
Sir.
- What have we got? - Looks like hit and run, sir.
Both legs broken, arm, several ribs.
Early days, but I'd say those injuries were posthumous.
Someone killed her then ran her over for good measure? It's possible.
Cause of death was actually a blow to the head.
Hoping we'd write it off as hit and run? Well, smart thing for us to do is pretend we believe him.
Him, sir? Excuse us, Doc.
Go on, Wieldy.
Share your thoughts.
I can take it.
Well, there is a possible female suspect, sir.
There was something going off between her and Marvell last night.
I know.
I witnessed round two this afternoon.
It doesn't make Marvell a killer, though.
Well, of course not, sir.
We just need to eliminate her from our inquiries.
I'm ahead of you.
I'll put the kettle on.
I've read them all.
Nothing.
No clues.
Pete, I don't think you should start playing policeman with this.
I can't help it, Ellie, he was my grandfather.
He vanished into thin air.
Or to America.
Maybe he just couldn't go back.
Decide now to give this up, please.
It's too late.
It's what I've always wanted.
My chance to get to the bottom of the Pascoes.
Well, you said it yourself.
"A sadder bunch of mixed up no-hopers - "you couldn't wish to meet.
" - Oh, come on.
Slagging off your partner's nearest and dearest is as natural as breathing.
- You know it is.
- Sorry? Families aren't cases, Pete.
I know they're mysteries but they're not the kind you can solve.
I'm sorry.
I should warn you, she doesn't look too good.
I'll be all right.
I'm sorry.
You have to say it.
It's Wendy.
Thank you.
Why me? She had no one else.
Andy, sluice has turned up something interesting.
Later.
Later.
It's standard service issue.
There's some initials on the back.
OMW.
Owen, Oswald, Oliver maybe.
It's about 80 years old, consistent with the age of the bones.
So, that's the end of that.
Case closed.
Won't we try for an identification? More gadgets.
More money.
I have to be honest with you, all this extra science has told us so far is that our man had a high level of arsenic in his body.
- Arsenic? - No.
It's not as interesting as you might think.
Arsenic compounds were used quite a lot in those days, to kill bacteria.
Can you find out any more about it? Aye, I could, if you're keen.
To do with this case, is it? Maybe.
What's his game? What's he up to? What does it matter? Just keep smiling.
Your attention, please, ladies and gentlemen.
And Can't get rid of me, can you? You should be flattered.
It's been a long time since I've run around after a woman.
What's this place, then? I grew up round here.
This is where I used to come to escape.
A bolthole, you mean? I had one of them.
The setting wasn't so scenic, mind.
We used to keep things in here.
Secret things.
Old coins that we dug up.
Maps to find hidden treasure.
We? My brother.
I remember one time he forgot to close up properly and I was livid with him.
Poor boy.
What does he do now, this brother of yours? He's dead.
Car crash.
And now Wendy.
Isn't it strange when you grow up in a place and you think you know it so well and then you come Let me help you.
- I can help you.
- Andy.
Tell me.
- Tell me.
- I can't.
I just can't.
I'm going for some air, Olly.
Bring some back for me, you lucky beggar.
You off, old boy? Where do you want it? I know King Alfred burnt the cakes but even he could have managed pasta.
Why did he stop writing? I mean, this is his last letter, dated months before he disappeared from Wanwood.
- Why did he stop? - I don't know.
Perhaps Ada came to visit him.
No, Ada told me she never saw him again after their wedding day.
Pete, drop it.
You're just upsetting yourself.
Yeah, it's like once he got to Wanwood, he was already dead.
And you're upsetting me.
Olly? Where is he? What have you done to him? Where is he? Robert! - Robert! Robert! - Olly! Robert, help me! - Robert! - Olly! Olly! Olly! Captain Batty experiments on soldiers at Wanwood House, killing them and saying it's infections.
If I do not get out, please send help.
Robert Pascoe.
All right, then? Deserting, are we? I'm sorry, Pascoe, but you never could be told, could you? No.
No! - No! - Keep his uniform.
No! Well, I think we should keep digging.
This body may not be the only one.
Well, OMW is good enough for me.
Now we can stop wasting time and men.
Sir, we can't be certain the watch is his.
Oh, you're right, Peter.
It's an assumption.
Since when have you been satisfied with assumptions? Listen, you.
It may have escaped your attention, but we have a fresh corpse lying not 20 yards from this room.
And as yet, we don't have a single bloody lead, let alone a suspect.
What's wrong with you, Peter? - I don't know, sir.
- Well, find out and quick.
Sir.
Sir.
A witness has come forward.
He was driving down Ludd Lane between 7:OO and 7:30 last night.
He saw a Jeep pulled up on the verge.
And Amanda Marvell drives a Jeep.
Well, we'd better search it.
I've already sent somebody around, sir.
She's not there but the Jeep is.
Well, make a phone call.
Impound it.
And when you come back, bring your coat.
There's summat I want to show you.
Superintendent.
Come to say your goodbyes, have you? I don't expect you remember me.
Reddings warehouse last year.
Possession of a firearm.
No, sir.
I was at Dartleby nick.
- PC Howard, sir.
- Jumped ship, did you? Got yourself a cushy one watching TV? Problem is, PC Howard, - the camera sometimes does lie.
- What? Superintendent, the system is foolproof.
Just one question.
Nothing to get upset about.
Uh, there's no other way to the data area? Yeah, there is.
By crawling along the ceiling.
Short of that, you've got to come through here and bang, you're on Candid Camera.
DALzlEL: Ah.
- What does this do? - It's a sensor.
You break the beam, it sets off an alarm in our control room.
Good.
Thank you.
So, is that it? No.
Not exactly.
Is he always like this? Where the hell has he gone? I think he's found the hole in your net.
Very impressive, sir.
But knowing what I think about smartarses, you're wondering why I'm trying so hard to go for the gold medal.
- The question did enter my head, sir.
- I'll tell you.
This afternoon proved one thing.
Marvell must have known this place inside-out and back to front.
- Inside being the key word.
- Precisely.
You're coming on, Wieldy.
Pascoe will be back to opening my fan mail if he's not careful.
But if Marvell is in league with someone inside Wanwood, what would be in it for them? Ajob knitting demo banners together? We'll only know that when we know what she was after, and if she found it.
Well, I had her searched, sir.
She was clean.
Whatever it is, it must be something pretty valuable and not just to her, either.
Mind you, I don't see him knitting banners.
Do you? Much as I thought.
Primitive arsenic compound with an ethanol solvent, trade name Menadine, antibacterial precursor to penicillin, used in the First World War.
- Was it effective? - In the short-term, probably.
Nasty side effects.
Internal bleeding, heart failure.
- Weren't the manufacturers prosecuted? - Doubt it.
Soldiers in the First World War weren't covered - by the Consumer Protection Act.
- No.
Thanks, Doc.
Didn't reckon Marvell for a hired hand.
What do you mean, sir? She's in bed with the Yanks.
Evening, Andy.
Got some good news for you at last.
Oh, aye? What's that? Forensics come through.
Found some traces of blood in Marvell's Jeep.
Same type as the victim's.
Fancy a pint? - I'm buying.
- I can't, sir.
- I'm supposed to be at a party.
- That sounds fun.
Can I come? I'm not sure it would be your scene, sir.
Go on, shove off.
I see enough of you as it is.
Goodnight, sir.
I need a warrant.
Name of Amanda Marvell.
Mr Pascoe, what brings you here? Your grandfather created Menadine, didn't he? That's right.
Primitive by today's standards, but very welcome in its day.
My grandfather drew on his own experiences in the trenches to develop the drug.
I think my grandfather knew your grandfather.
Yes, well, it's certainly possible.
I think he knew what he was up to.
Up to? What exactly was my grandfather up to? Injecting people, trying out different doses, - experimenting.
- Experimenting? I think that when my grandfather was wounded he was sent back here, where he died.
Did your grandfather experiment on him as well? Mr Pascoe, my grandfather was never stationed here.
He didn't come back to Wanwood until after the war.
Well, I think he did.
Mr Pascoe, why can't you face the truth? My grandfather was a doctor who gave life and hope to hundreds of wounded men.
Your grandfather was a deserter who fled to America.
It's as simple as that.
How do you know that? That he went to America? - You told me.
- No, I didn't.
Then I must've seen it in records.
You said all the records were destroyed.
You know.
You know, don't you? I've no idea what you're talking about.
You know what happened to my grandfather.
Mr Pascoe, you've been working too hard.
Go home, get some sleep.
Let the dead rest in peace.
Believe me, they're happier that way.
My client has cooperated to excess, making no complaint about the unauthorised removal of her motor vehicle.
I'm very grateful for your advice, Douglas, but let him have his say.
I'm very sorry that your softly-softly approach didn't work.
So am I.
Believe me.
When we searched your Jeep, we found traces of oil and rust.
Our tests suggest they come from Wendy Walker's bicycle.
Well, I gave Wendy a lift a couple of weeks ago.
She put her bike in the back of my Jeep.
We also found traces of blood.
Group O, same group as Wendy Walker's.
Well, I can explain that.
Um, one of our group cut her hand on a demo the other day.
How did she manage that? I'm not entirely sure, but I do remember that she took a bandage from my first aid box, and so she might've spilt some of her blood on the floor.
Sounds plausible.
Of course, we can check her blood group easily enough.
I didn't kill Wendy, she was my friend.
Let's talk about the night Wendy was killed.
You say you spent the evening at home, after a person you arranged to meet cancelled.
- That's correct, isn't it? - It's correct.
Then how is it I saw you leave your house just after 8:OO, in a posh car, no less? You don't have to answer that question, Amanda.
Were you spying on me? Just answer the question.
You made a mistake.
It was dark.
There are a lot of people who live in my building.
You made a mistake, that's all.
You're not making life easy for yourself.
When you left your chums in that lab, what were you off to find? Evidence, photographs, anything that might prove useful.
- And what did you turn up? - Nothing.
Okay, is this your usual technique, you say that you want to help somebody and then you just try and stitch them up? Why did you do a runner? - That wasn't part of the plan, was it? - I panicked.
Funny, that.
I'm normally a good judge of character.
And I don't have you down as the panicking type.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.
I'm sorry, sir, we're closing now.
Sir! We're closing now! Mr Pascoe.
- I'm afraid we're about to - Close.
I know.
I need to see the service bars of all the men who were sent - to recuperate at Wanwood House.
- I've told you before, it's just not possible.
This is official business now, Major.
Then you will already know that you have to apply to the Ministry of Defence if you want to examine the records.
I need access now.
You're not going to bully me into this.
I've no more to say.
Good evening, Mr Pascoe.
No one there.
Mr Seger.
Thanks for taking time out from your very busy schedule.
Not a problem.
I just hope I can be of some assistance.
I'm sure you can.
Our Yorkshire roads must play havoc with that car of yours.
We manage.
I only mention it 'cause a passerby saw it stuck in a pothole.
At least, I assume it was stuck.
Well, you wouldn't have any other reason to stop outside Miss Marvell's flat? Well, I think maybe they were mistaken.
Who was this passerby? I haven't quite been on the level, Mr Seger.
It was me.
Mr Dalziel, why don't I arrange lunch? So that you can discuss this further with my attorney? Oh, I'll get my people to call your people, shall I? After all, it is a murder inquiry.
Miss Marvell and the Meredith Corporation had a matter of mutual interest to discuss.
That's all.
A little something she had and you wanted? No.
A little something she'd lost that we could help her find.
And did you find this little something? No.
We didn't feel that would be appropriate.
Then you won't mind telling me where I can find it.
Our preliminary discussions with Miss Marvell suggested it was hidden near where she fell.
DALzlEL: What? In the woods? Apparently, there's some kind of a ruined building, right where the bones were discovered.
I should try looking there.
OMW.
Owen, Oswald, Oliver maybe.
His uniform was found in Liverpool docks, hidden in a rubbish bin.
Mr Pascoe, my grandfather was never stationed here.
He didn't come back to Wanwood until after the war.
I thought you understood these things? You need an expert to read them, sir.
DALzlEL: Sod that.
Look, how do you know these things are on there if you can't see 'em? Well, they're listed.
They just can't be read.
Well, show us the list, then.
DALzlEL: There you are.
What did I tell you? We don't need an expert.
Africa.
Isn't that where Wanwood have their hospital? It's also where their research scientist died.
Mark Fairclough.
Maybe he was Marvell's man on the inside.
I've got a contact number for a Mrs Fairclough.
- His wife? - No, sir, his mother.
Pete! Where have you been? What happened to you? What happened? Oh! This better turn up something, Wieldy.
I don't like upsetting grieving relatives for no good reason.
If it doesn't, sir, I'll buy you lunch.
Mrs Fairclough? Yes.
We'd like to talk to you about your son, Mark.
Hello, Cap.
I want you to call somebody right now.
- Like who, the police? - Oh, very funny.
I have to finish this.
Oh, don't tell me.
You have to do it on your own.
That's right.
I don't believe this.
Pete, you're the most measured and cautious man I ever met.
Sometimes I wish you weren't but you are.
Now, get back into character, please.
My grandfather is buried in that wood.
- Pete - He's probably lying 10 yards - from where they found that body.
- Peter, that's enough.
The man, when he was chasing me, I slammed the door on his arm.
That's it.
I don't want to hear any more about this.
I am sick of it! Ooh! Both my children took after me.
Strong-willed and difficult.
So you and Mark fell out? I jacked in research because I no longer believed in it.
Mark stayed on.
It made for some pretty nasty rows.
When I got divorced, I kept my name.
I didn't want anyone to know that Mark was my brother.
Then one day he turned up out of the blue and said he wanted to talk.
He found out what Batty was up to? Well, he had his suspicions, at least.
He thought the dosage levels looked dangerously high.
So he spoke to Batty, who assured him there was nothing untoward.
But Mark wasn't quite convinced.
So Batty sent him to Africa to see for himself.
Mmm.
We never saw him again.
The last time I spoke to him, he was in some fly-blown village on the edge of the Sahara.
He was very frightened.
He said he thought his life was in danger and he made me promise to carry on where he had left off.
And he told you how to do it.
Right down to the file names and the surveillance system.
Yes, but when I sprained my ankle, I knew I'd never be able to get the disc out so that's why I hid it.
And made contact with Mr Seger? Well, by then I was desperate.
I'd have done anything to get the truth out about David Batty and Wanwood.
Pity you didn't tell Wendy that.
Captain Batty experiments on soldiers at Wanwood House.
Killing them and saying it's infections.
If I do not get out, please send help.
Robert Pascoe.
The good Doctor Batty has got a lot to answer for.
I'm going to enjoy this.
Sir? Whatever he's up to in Africa is worth killing for.
You think he murdered Mark Fairclough? I reckon he knows the man who did.
He fixed it up to look like a road accident.
Case closed.
But Wendy Walker didn't know about Africa.
That's the tragedy.
Batty had seen the surveillance tapes.
He thought Walker had stolen the disc, not Marvell.
So Batty went after her instead.
Road accident number two.
His speciality.
Hang on a minute, sir.
Detective Inspector Pascoe.
I want to see David Batty.
He's tied up, in a meeting.
Well, you'd better go and untie him, or I'll do you for obstruction.
And I hope most of all that the last few days have proved one thing, that Wanwood deserves equal status in our shared future.
Hear, hear.
Mr Pascoe, as you can see, we're rather busy at the moment.
Roll up your sleeve.
Your right sleeve.
Mr Pascoe, you're not making a shred of sense.
How many wounded soldiers did it take to make Menadine? Wasn't just Olly Wilson and my grandfather, was it? - That's why you tried to kill me.
- Kill you? You're insane.
How many other bodies are buried in that wood? Ten, 20, 100? Mr Pascoe, this is ancient history.
As I've already told you Are we going to have to dig them all up? Show the man your arm, David.
Doctor Batty? Police! Stop him! It's all right, lad.
We're already here.
I requisitioned this from David Batty's drinks cupboard.
I'm sure he won't mind.
You're a proper Charlie, turning up here on your own.
Responsible citizen like you should've called the police.
Had to be sure.
Try telling that to the prosecution council.
Maverick cop wages private war? That'll be the headline, you know.
Still, I reckon there's enough there to send him down for a few years.
It puts Marvell in the clear.
Aye.
And me in the dock.
- Pete? - DALzlEL: Hello.
Here's a pretty nurse.
I'd better go clear up your mess, then.
Thanks, Andy.
You can kiss goodbye to your American deal.
There'll be other deals.
I wouldn't bet on it.
We found tyre prints at the scene of Wendy Walker's murder.
They match the tyres of your Jeep.
And you think that'll be enough to convict me? Oh, I expect you'll try and buy your way out of it.
But then of course, there's Africa.
So you were testing your drugs on the local population.
Sometimes you got the dosage wrong.
What the hell? Who cares about a few defenceless individuals? You're weak, Dalziel.
Like all sentimental do-gooders.
First time I've been accused of doing good.
Think about the lives we'll save, not about the handful we've lost.
Don't you care about the broader canvas? Then ask someone with lung cancer.
Ask them if they care.
Bet the neighbours love you.
Bet the neighbours aren't starving.
I think we should talk.
We've talked, remember? Yes, but we were interrupted, remember? Any road, I brought you a present.
Highland Park.
Think you'll like it.
I don't think so, Andy.
Why didn't you tell me what you were doing? - You got there in the end.
- That's not the point.
You're a policeman.
And therefore not to be trusted.
What the hell? You didn't trust me, either, did you? I am sorry, you know.
Well, it's here if you change your mind.
Fancy a drink, puss?