Dalziel and Pascoe (1996–2007): Season 8, Episode 1 - A Game of Soldiers - full transcript

Hi.

(PANTING)

I didn't mean to startle you.

You didn't.

-I wonder, could you help me?
-How's that?

(CHUCKLES) I'm sorry.

I'm Nancy D'Amato.

Jake Hawkins.

I wonder, do you know,
are any Huntleys buried here?

Not in my time.

Oh, no, no.
This would have been the 19th century,



between 1820-1830?

1800s are all over the other side.

I'll show you them, if you like.

Thanks, Jake.

My great-great grandparents.

I'll tidy this up a bit
for you tomorrow.

That's very kind.

You're bleeding.

Cuts come with the job.

(CAR LOCK BEEPS TWICE)

OFFICER:
# Five more miles and I don't care

SOLDIERS:
# Five more miles and I don't care

OFFICER:
# We'll get home and wash our hair

SOLDIERS:
# We'll get home and wash our hair



# Have you heard what I've been told

SOLDIERS:
# Have you heard what I've been told

OFFICER: # Fusiliers are made of gold

SOLDIERS: # Fusiliers are made of gold

OFFICER: # One, two
SOLDIERS: # One, two

OFFICER: # Three, four
SOLDIERS: # Three, four

OFFICER:
# One, two, three, four, one, two...

SOLDIERS: # Three, four

# Have you... #

You punks! Form in!

There's a body, Sarge.

You'd better not be pulling my plonker

or else I'm going to make you
crawl back to camp.

(VOMITING)

Right, get back, the lot of you!

Come on. Get back.

First body, is it, Gillman?

Oh, stand back, everybody.
Gillman's going to hurl.

Why is the ACC so bloody jumpy
about an American?

Well, can't be too careful
these days, can you?

The CIA could be crawling all over
the site before we get there.

MILLIGAN: It was reported
as a suspicious death

by the attending officer, DS Ettrick.

Ettrick?

MILLIGAN: Well, apparently, he covers
the Thorpborough and Bulby areas.

I think you'll find that he's a she.

-Know her, then?
-Oh, yes.

Harold Wilson was still prime minister
when I last worked with jenny.

First-name terms.

Very much so, Peter.

Keep it going!

SOLDIER: Forward march!

OFFICER: Push it, come on!

So young and so yet so disciplined, eh?

Look at them.

Couldn't have been a hit and run,
could it?

Hit, certainly. Several of them.

Mostly to the face
and the front of the head.

A car would have caused
extensive damage to the lower limbs.

It looks as though you have a murder
on your hands,

Detective Sergeant Ettrick.

That's jenny with Dr Mason.

Jennifer Eccles I used to call her.

After the Hollies song, you know.

We were beat bobbies together
in the Summer of Love.

And did you wear some flowers
in your hair?

Eccles!

(CHUCKLING) Hey?

Remind me when we met, sir?

August 16th, '67.

To April 25th, 1968.

Wetherton South, beat patrol.

(LAUGHING)

You always were easy to wind up, Andy.

Like a fob watch
where you're concerned.

Oh, uh, DI Peter Pascoe,
DS Dawn Milligan.

Spike, Peter, say hello to Jen.

-Oh, hi.
-Hello.

-Hello.
-Hi.

So, what you got for us?

Oh, army privates
out on an exercise run

found a woman's body
about two hours ago.

According to the passport in her bag,
she's Mrs Nancy D'Amato, age 42,

of Boston, USA.

You say D'Amato and I'll say tomato.

(CHUCKLES)

Next of kin been informed?

I got one of my lads
to phone the details through

to the American Embassy in London.
They'll do all the necessary.

-Can we have a look inside, doc?
-Bloody hell.

Has your ex-wife been beating you up?

I walked into a door.

After you.

Majority of blows
are to the head and face.

Her clothes don't look disarranged.

No. But you'll need my examination
to rule out a sexual assault.

And her handbag was found with her?

Yeah. We opened it to get an ID.

There was £80 in her purse
and her credit cards seemed intact.

And there was also a room key
for the Thorpborough House hotel.

Have you sealed off her room yet?

Yeah. And I've got uniform up there
to keep hotel staff on hand.

Excellent.

Now, we need to start finding out
about Mrs D'Amato's movements.

PASCOE: Pretty, isn't it?

DALZIEL: All fur coat and no knickers,
if you ask me.

Peter, can you, uh,

get up to the room,
make sure it's been properly sealed?

Spike, get started on the staff.

Any sightings of her.

-What she did, who she met.
-Sir.

Morning, folks.

This won't take long,
just got a few questions to ask.

All had your breakfast, have you?

Charles Stubbs,
owner and manager of the hotel.

Superintendent Dalziel.

Delighted to meet you.
This is terrible news.

If there's anything we can do to help,
don't hesitate to ask.

Well, we're just getting started
on questioning your staff.

It's not all of them, of course.

Well, if you can let us have
a complete list of all staff and guests,

-we'll, uh, work our way though them.
-Certainly.

How long was Mrs D'Amato booked in for?

I believe she checked in
two days ago on Sunday

and was due to check out
tomorrow morning,

so that's a total of three nights.

Who brought the news to you?

My night manager, Mark Bell.
He was due to finish up

and then one of your chaps arrived.

I don't mind telling you,
this has shaken us up a good deal.

Yeah, I'm sure.

-The list?
-Oh, right you are.

Are you sure I can't get your people
some tea or coffee, Mr Dalziel?

After they've done some work, perhaps.

I should say

this is a very quiet,
settled sort of place.

Steady, you understand?

I hope we can keep the disruption
to the guests to a minimum?

Well, one of them getting murdered
is pretty disruptive, I'd have thought.

And I'm afraid the hotel operates
a strictly no smoking policy.

-You talk to her at all?
-I spoke with her when she checked in

and I had a conversation
with her last evening.

She seemed like a very nice woman.

Was she travelling alone?

Meeting anyone?

Single booking. I don't recall her
mentioning meeting anyone.

Mind you,
I do ask my staff to be discreet

and I try to apply the same rules
to myself, Mr Dalziel.

No, wait a minute.

I believe she visited the parish church.

Yes. I recall she told me

she had a conversation
with Jake Hawkins.

-Vicar?
-General dogsbody.

Digs graves, tidies up the churchyard,
that sort of thing.

Do you know anything else about him?

I see him around.
He's a bit scruffy. Mind you,

I suppose one would be
if one dug graves for a living.

Doesn't drop in here
for a dry sherry after work, then?

(CHUCKLES)

Was Mrs D'Amato going out or coming in?

Out. I'd been on duty about an hour,

so it must have been just after 8:00.

Do you need to see somebody?

No, no, no. I was just trying
to remind myself.

You know, visualise it.

Do you remember what she was wearing?

I think it was some sort
of leather jacket.

Did you see her meet
or talk to anybody outside?

No. I didn't look. I had work to do.

And that was the last time you saw her?

Yes... Yeah, it must have been. Yeah.

First thing,
hire car seems to be missing.

Blue Mondeo.

Get that into circulation
right away, Spike.

Sir. She dined alone on the first night,

reading what looked like
a local history book.

Not seen with anyone.

The night manager thinks
he saw her leave here last night

just after 8:00. Leather jacket.

Well, that wasn't what she was found in.
Check with him again later.

Quiet, nice. Kept herself to herself.

That's about it.

There's a CCTV camera outside,

get the tapes for last night
up till midnight.

Sir.

Anything, Peter?

Room's clean as a whistle.
These are her travel documents.

Insurance. US Medicare. Airline tickets.

I wonder why
she had her passport with her?

Well, maybe she changed
travellers cheques.

It's a long way to come
for a three-day visit.

Long way to come to die.

Search team's still working, sir.

And I've got clearance
for a couple of my lads

to do a "stop and question"
on that road,

for the rest of the day.

-Any sign of a murder weapon?
-Not so far.

May have been pretty basic.
First thing to hand, even.

Does Jake Hawkins mean anything
to you, jenny?

He's a bit odd.
But harmless by all accounts.

You used to say the same about me,
as I remember.

Why are you interested in him?

Oh, we think that Nancy
might have met him.

Where's the church?

-Under the steeple.
-Walk me round there.

Back in five, Peter.

It's a bit up itself here, isn't it?

I couldn't say.
My house is two streets away.

-Sorry.
-(CHUCKLES)

Anyway, it's odd,
us being brought together like this.

Heard a lot about you on the grapevine.
Promotion and such.

But people don't always
stay in touch, do they?

Been almost a lifetime.

Well, not quite.

(SIGHS)

Doesn't look like he's here.

Itinerant type is Jake.

Will you check and see if he's got
any previous for me?

Sure.

And let me know where he lives?

I doubt if he pays council tax
but I'll find him.

Right, ta.

I, urn...

Well, uh...

If I'm still around here tonight,
uh, do you, uh...

You know, urn, if you're...

Well, you're probably not, are you?

Andy, I'm divorced.

And I'd love to come for a drink
for old times' sake.

Well, I was thinking more
of a gravy dinner.

(LAUGHS)

Still got a big appetite, then, Andy?

Aye.

But I can still touch me toes.

JENNY: The Axe and Sword.

You wouldn't want to go there
on your night off.

Full of squaddies from Bulby Camp.

And Jake Hawkins, with a bit of luck.

Patterns of abrasion suggest she was
repeatedly struck with a stone.

Or a brick.
Tapings show fragments of grit.

Mrs D'Amato may also have been
stupefied before she was killed.

Drugged?

There was a waft of brandy
from the stomach contents.

Oh, such sweet memories.

I've, uh... I've asked the toxicologist
to check for sedatives.

Possibly an intended date rape.

Well, no, I shouldn't think so.

There was no sign of sexual activity.
No sign of her having struggled.

No broken nails, bruised hands.

No, it was my guess
he wanted her sedated,

so he could kill her quietly.

Were your provisional timings
for the death on the mark?

More or less.

The physical assault leading to death
was probably about midnight.

Plus or minus an hour or so.

But the sedation probably took place
at least three hours earlier.

So she was unconscious
when she was moved to the murder site?

It's almost like a humane killing.

Well...

apart from the battering
it took to do it.

Now, we've got her going out
around 8:00

and dead by midnight.

So the doping must have
happened about 9:00.

MILLIGAN: It's definitely her.

So the night manager
was right about the time,

wrong about the coat.

PASCOE: So, we have to assume that
just out of the range of the camera,

she got into her car
and went off to meet her death.

-Any joy on the car yet, Spike?
-Not heard anything.

But DS Ettrick dropped by

and left a file
on Hawkins in your office, sir.

Well, that's good. He's got form, then.

-What's it say?
-Don't know.

Haven't opened it yet.

The yellow sticker, Andy.

It's just a note from DS Ettrick
saying, "Here it is."

Hmm.

Do you want the good news
or the bad news first?

Hawkins did two years in the mid-'90s

for several counts
of minor sexual assault.

Groping tourists
when he was a fairground worker.

But nothing since he came out in '99.

Prison works, eh?

Any luck with the address?

No fixed abode, but jenny will find it.

She seems a good copper, doesn't she?

Must be all the training
she did under you.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)

Mr Hawkins?

(SIGHS)

This is DS Ettrick.

I think I've found Nancy DUE-mate's car.

(SUMMER OF '59 PLAYING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Pint of best
and a large single malt, please.

I'm on a break at the moment. Sorry.

PASCOE: I'll bet my tip is bigger
than your hourly rate.

Pint for me, large single malt for him.

What was the other? Whisky or summat?

Large single malt.

Oh, that's really original. Yeah.

-Is your boss about?
-What for?

We're from the Yorkshire Pub Guide.

And we want to break
some bad news to him.

He's not here. Try again next week.

He's still not here.

Actually, I'm more interested in whether
an American tourist was here last night?

40ish, good-looking, nice clothes.

She would have stood out
in the circumstances.

Let me think...

No!

Just answer the question properly.

Like I said, I don't remember anybody
of that description.

Sorry.

Do you know a Jake Hawkins? Local man.

Never heard of him.

Come on, Kevin. Sober up, mate.

Let's get you a burger, eh?

I can't keep this up any more.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I've had enough.

I'm going to go to the coppers.

Come on.

Oi! Excuse me.

When was this taken?

Believe it or not, I don't know.

We get dozens done every night.

Do you know who the woman is?

What if I told you
that's my American tourist?

Like I said, I don't recognise her.

Who you think she is is up to you.

You know that a woman
who looks like this was found dead

this morning a few miles from here?

I heard summat on the news.

What about the lads with her?

Look, there's 800 squaddies
in Bulby Camp at any one time.

We'll check at the camp first thing.

There was a black Leather jacket
in DUE-mate's wardrobe this morning.

So she could have come here
the night before last.

Well, didn't one of
the staff statements say

she had a quiet dinner at the hotel
her first night here?

I don't imagine this place closes
on the dot of 11:00.

Could've come along.

God knows why, but she could have.

Well, let's get back to the hotel, then.

Ask some more questions.

Collect the leather jacket
for a forensic.

(SIGHS) It's been a long day, Peter.

To tell you the truth,
I'm a bit knackered.

That's not like you, Andy.

Tell you what.
I'll buy you a fish supper

on the way back to Wetherton,
with mushy peas.

You're going to stand me up, aren't you?

Well, the thing is, Peter...

'Cause you got to get off to Chez Louis
to meet Jennifer Eccles.

How the bloody hell do you know that?

One of the first skills
in the police graduate curriculum, Andy,

upside-down reading.

Wind-up merchant.

Well done on that car, Jen.

It could be a big help, that.

Are you going to talk shop all night?

(CHUCKLES) Don't have much else
to talk about these days.

Well, try this.

Who's that?

Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones
or PC Andy Dalziel in off-duty pose?

(CHUCKLING)
Where did you find this fossil?

I have a little box of souvenirs.

Scarborough, Easter Monday, 1968.

You'd just bought your first car.
Pale blue Vauxhall Viva.

That was a nice day out.

Did I take one of you?

You have to ask?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Would you take a seat
for a moment, please, Mr Bell?

We've checked through certain details
and now it seems there's a discrepancy

in the statement that you gave us.

What was it I said that was wrong?

We think you might be mistaken

about the coat
Mrs D'Amato was wearing when she left.

Tell me again
what time you saw her leave

and what she was wearing.

Well, I'm sure it was after 8:00
and it was a leather jacket.

I mean, I could be wrong.

There's so much toing and froing
in the evenings.

Do you think you might
be getting mixed up

with seeing her leave on her first
night in the hotel?

It's possible, I suppose.

Why are you being so vague, Mr Bell?

I'm not trying to be.

She's wearing a leather jacket here.

(STAMMERS) Yes. Like I said.

Looks like squaddies.

-What is she doing out with them?
-That's what we're trying to find out.

Okay, Mark. Thanks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The thing is, jenny,

there's always one
special woman in a man's life.

Someone he always remembers.

And he thinks to himself, "If only

You know that talking to yourself
is the first sign of old age.

I wasn't. I just got a bit of food
stuck between me teeth.

(SIGHS) Well,

here we are, about to order pudding,

and you still haven't asked me
how me life worked out.

It'd be a bit presumptuous of me.

Well, I know that you're divorced
and that's enough for now.

Unless, uh, your ex
is the violent, vengeful type.

He's not.

-Doesn't he ever want to see the kids?
-Now you're probing.

He didn't want any.
One of the reasons we split, really.

I suddenly got broody
about 10 years ago.

That's when he told me.

It was a killing moment
in our relationship.

How about you?

No. (SIGHS)

Urn, not struck lucky, really.

Never has the phrase "wedded to
the job" been more appropriate.

I mean, I look at young lads

like Peter getting cut up by a divorce

and, well, doesn't exactly
encourage us oldies.

Thing is, jenny, there's always a...

Ah, thank you.

I don't understand
why they're picking on me.

It's as if they know
I'm not telling them everything.

Well, they're trained to pick up
on your mistakes.

They're trained to pick up
on your nervousness.

Well, if you'd have
told me everything, Charlie,

at least I'd know
what I was lying about.

Yes, and if I'd told you everything,
it would have made matters worse.

Now, please, bear with me
for a wee while.

Are we going to be all right after this?

(SIGHS)

Of course we are.

Now, stay calm and trust me.

I'm doing this to protect
the ones that I love.

Remember that.

Where the hell have you two been?

Up against this wall
where I can see you.

Eyes like warehouse rats.

-You stink of booze, Gillman.
-Sorry, Sarge.

You know, my patience with you
is wearing thin.

Missing parade with hangovers,
being an all-round girl on exercise.

Your dad was a proper soldier.

So he kept telling me.

And you are a disgrace to him
and to this regiment!

-Why don't you get off his case?
-Shh!

Get your battle PT kit on, Gillman.

You going on a night walk with me.

Either I am going to
knock you into shape

or you're out on your ear tomorrow.

(SOBBING) Please, Sergeant.

-Me dad will never forgive me.
-It's enough...

It will sober him up. I want you out
here in five minutes, Gillman.

(GILLMAN SOBBING)

-Stay on your feet.
-I'm sorry, I've had it, Sarge!

You look at me. Part of me
just wants to finish you off right now.

You know, cave your head right in.

In fact, if you were an animal,
I'd put you down.

Just give me a bit more time.
Please, Sarge.

No! Your dad was a hard man to me
and I was bloody glad that he was,

because he made me into a soldier.

It's going to break his heart
when I have to kick you out.

No, please, Sergeant.
Me dad'll kill me!

Good!

See me tomorrow at noon.
I'll arrange for your discharge.

In the meantime, you can make
your own way back to your bed.

(WEEPING)

(TALKING AND LAUGHING, INDISTINCT)

This is me.

Oh.

Very nice.

Sorry for what I said about your town.

Apology accepted. Coffee?

Uh, I better not. Be awake all night.

Anyway, I got to be bright and masterful
for me 8:00 am briefing tomorrow.

Another time, perhaps, eh?

Yeah, sure. I enjoyed it tonight, Andy.
Thank you.

Night, Jen.

What's jenny doing here?

(SIGHS)

Looks like an attempted suicide, sir.

Young private shot himself
while he was out on night walk.

Do we know when it happened?

An army search team found him
about an hour ago.

Medics attended and got him back here.
He needs specialist surgery.

(SIREN WAILING)

-Any witnesses?
-Not to the incident.

He was with a senior instructor,
Sergeant Brian Skinner.

That's him over there with the CO.

DALZIEL: You have a name for the lad?

Private Kevin Gillman, age 19.
We're trying to contact next of kin now.

We still need to find out
who was in the Polaroid.

-Not the greatest timing.
-It's got to be done.

-I'll have a word with Sergeant Skinner.
-Good idea, jenny.

Gillman was reported missing
from his barracks at 6:15

and the search team found him at 6:40.

Unconscious, a bullet wound to the head.

The serial number matches
an SA80 that went missing.

Missing?

There was an infantry assault exercise.

During a break, a rifle was misplaced,
spirited away, whatever.

We turned the whole camp over,
we couldn't find it.

-Does this happen often?
-Extremely rarely, I'm glad to say.

We're well aware
that there is a ready market out there

for military weapons.

I was referring to attempted suicides.

Sorry.

Well, thankfully,
they are fairly rare, too.

And whose was the rifle that went AWOL?

It belonged to a Private Ellerby.

Frank Ellerby. He's a mate of Gillman's.

He's a good soldier.

May we trouble you on another matter?

Well, it can't get any worse, I hope.

DALZIEL: It's about a murder enquiry.

We're trying to identify
the two young lads in the photograph.

We believe they may be soldiers.

Well, the one on the right
is Private Frank Ellerby.

And the one on the left
is in an ambulance

fighting for his life.

Would you step outside, please,
Mr Hawkins?

I just want to ask you
some questions. (SIGHS)

(MILLIGAN GASPS)

I went in there
so you couldn't say that I touched you.

That's how you lot work, isn't it, eh?

Who, women?
Or women who happen to be police?

See? You're trying
to mess with my head now.

Did you see or have any contact
with an American lady

by the name of Nancy D'Amato
in the last few days?

No.

Perhaps you saw her
around the churchyard?

Look, I come in here,
I do my job and I go home.

I've nothing to do with women.

I know you've got previous.

You don't trust yourself around women,
do you?

The Lord keeps me on the right path.

Was the Lord with you
the day you met Nancy D'Amato?

(SOBBING)

Blasphemy!

(SCREAMING)

Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.
Left, right. Left, right. Left, right.

I've no idea who she is, sir.

I was probably a bit merry at the time.

Perhaps you can tell us
when it might have been taken?

They get taken every night in there.
It's part of the fun, sir.

Are you sure you can't
remember anything about her?

Her clothes? Her accent?

Something she may have said, perhaps?

You don't go to the Axe
for conversation, sir.

Can you help us with your friend
Private Gillman's accident, then?

I only found out about an hour ago, sir.

It hasn't sunk in yet.

Was Gillman showing any signs
of stress or depression?

No. I don't think so, sir.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hartley. Yes?

I see.

Yes, I will.

I'm afraid Private Gillman
was dead on arrival.

(PHONE RINGING)

Mr D'Amato. Superintendent Andy Dalziel.

I'm the senior investigating officer
on your wife's case.

Gus.

Please accept our condolences.

I assure you we'll be doing
all we can to catch your wife's killer.

Thanks. How's it going?

-Some progress.
-Any suspects?

Possibly.

We'll let you know a bit more
about that later.

Now, is there anything I can get you
before we talk?

-Breakfast, coffee?
-No, I had something

that passed for breakfast on the plane.

Okay. Well, urn,
this is what we'll need from you...

ID the body,
background on Nancy's visit,

anything I know about her movements.

You've been briefed already, then?

-Detective "Dal-zel"...
-"Dee-el."

There's something I think
you ought to know right up front.

Lieutenant D'Amato. Boston PD, Homicide.

May I ask
what your wife's visit was for?

Well, her parents died a few years back.

And because we were unable
to have children,

she, uh, absorbed herself in the past,
her family history.

She spent hours on the internet

searching out old English
birth and marriage records.

What was she looking for?

She was convinced
that her great-great grandfather

had lived in Thorpborough,
so she flew over to confirm it

by finding an old address
or a gravestone.

Had she planned to meet anyone?

-Not that I know of.
-Uh, this side, Gus.

I hear you stayed strong in front
of the coppers and the CO, thanks.

You're a quick learner, Ellerby.

I was doing me self a favour, not you.

If I'd have opened me mouth
with one of your red-cap mates in there,

I would have ended up like Gillman,
wouldn't I?

Gillman's dead
because he couldn't take it.

-Simple as that.
-Take what? Systematic bullying?

You want to watch your mouth, Private,
before it gets you into trouble.

Yeah?

Well, it'll get you into trouble
when I go before the coroner.

Don't push it. I do a good job.

I've kept a count, Skinner.

The dropouts, the AWOLs, the breakdowns.
You've got quite a record.

You know, accidents can happen off base
as well as on.

Mind how you go.

(SNIFFLING)

He made a real mess of her, didn't he?

(SOBBING) My Nancy.

Her wedding ring is, uh,
is set with three

small rubies.

And, uh,

she has two

small Chinese tattoos
on her lower left back.

Taoist symbols, I think she said.

Something to do
with still as a mountain,

flowing like a river.

DALZIEL: Thank you, Mr D'Amato.

What I usually do back in Boston
at this point is...

is to offer the next of kin
a stiff drink.

I'm sure that can be
easily arranged, urn,

if you'll excuse me for a couple
of minutes for the post-mortem...

I'd like to stick around.

-I'm afraid that's not possible.
-Why not?

Well, what Dr Mason
and myself are about to discuss

may be used as evidence in court,

and you'll be a witness
in the eventual trial.

-So clearly, we can't...
-Yeah, yeah, but come on, "Dal-zel",

this is between professionals.

I'm sorry, that's the way it has to be.
And it's "Dee-el".

And I think I have a right to know
the details about how my wife died!

Look, would you mind
waiting outside for a...

No, no, no, no, no.
I want a second opinion on this.

Have you got a phone number
for a senior officer?

-I am the bloody senior officer.
-Like a Captain

or the bloody Chief of Police?

-Look, I'm in charge of this enquiry.
-Somebody?

What I say goes!
Now, if you've got a complaint

to make about that, that's fine.
I'll give you five numbers.

But I won't change my decision on this.

Gentlemen, if you're going to argue,
please find a more suitable arena.

What's the matter with you people?

(SIGHS)

I've been dealt a right crap hand
on this one.

Motiveless murder
and a homicide detective as next of kin.

Cheer up, Andy.

I'm about to do the second analysis
of her stomach contents.

(GUS SOBBING)

Would you like that stiff drink now?

I'm sorry.

It just hit me like a truck.

Cigarette?

No, Nancy browbeat me into quitting.

I'm sure she wouldn't mind
you having one now.

Thanks.

So, uh, she was anti-smoking?

Yeah.

(COUGHS) "The human body is a temple,"
she used to say.

Mine's more a supermarket car park.

(GUS CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry, Andy. I was out of line.

I didn't sleep at all on the plane

and I just don't want to walk out
on her, you know?

I understand.

But you know
what the bureaucracy of murder's like.

Of course I do.

It's just tough
when it gets down to this.

I'm a death-and-then-eons-of-darkness
kind of guy.

Nancy believed in reincarnation.

I guess now
I just have to hope that she was right.

I toyed with the idea
when I had me heart attack.

And then I thought,
"What if I come back as a greyhound?

"Or a goldfish?"

Would you like to see, urn,
what do they call them?

A bereavement counsellor?

No, no. You're doing
a pretty good job yourself.

We'll book you into a hotel,
then you can get some kip, if you like.

Maybe I could stay
where Nancy stayed, huh?

Sentimental reasons.

Why don't you wait in the car?
I'll be out in a couple of minutes.

Bit odd, don't you think?
Smart woman having a tattoo?

On the contrary,
they're all the rage for now.

This one's quite classy
in its own little way. Look.

Could mean "chicken chow mein"
for all I know.

(CHUCKLES)

The results are back
on the handkerchief.

The blood definitely isn't hers.

Forensics are working
on the DNA profile.

Right. Preliminary findings
on your dead soldier.

Looks to be self-inflicted.
Single shot, close range...

And?

The body smells very strongly
of alcohol.

I expect analysis will show
that Private Gillman

was severely intoxicated
at the time of his death.

Being taken off on a nighttime run
couldn't have helped.

Jenny, can I have a quick word?

Has something happened to Charlie?

(SIGHS) I think
he's involved in serious trouble.

We found Nancy DUE-mate's hire car
in the Lane near your caravan.

Can you explain that?

So did you see her?

No.

American accent, very smartly dressed?

I never met anyone.

That's disappointing, Jake.

Because we have one statement
saying Mrs D'Amato met you

and talked to you in the churchyard
late on Monday afternoon.

Where do you drink? The Axe and Sword?

No. No, it's too rough for me.

Because we found these at a bonfire
by your shed in the churchyard.

(INAUDIBLE)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

How's he looking now?

Well, given that he's caught between
love of God and fear of prison,

I can't see him murdering anyone.

But I think he's lying about
not meeting Nancy.

Could've been overcome
by a rush of desire.

Yeah, but with the best will
in the world,

I can't see Nancy D'Amato
letting herself be alone with him.

Okay. Let him go, then.
We'll have to move on to Ellerby.

Find out what happened in the pub.

Hello? Anyone at home?

Sorry. I had another thought.

If she had traced
her great-great grandparents,

there must be a chance she also traced
a living relative here as well.

Well, how's that
going to help us, Peter?

Well, if she met up with someone local,

it could explain why she ended up
at the Axe and Sword.

Someone showing her around.

I wouldn't take me worst enemy
to that rat-hole.

Just a thought, Andy.
Maiden name was Huntley, right?

Shouldn't be too hard
to track down records.

There you go,
barking up the family tree again.

If you don't mind,
I'll stick to regular policing.

(SIGHS)

This is DS Milligan from Wetherton CID.

Look, I know this is a bit cheeky,
but I've been landed with playing cupid.

One of the lads here has
taken a bit of a shine to DS Ettrick.

Jenny, yeah.

The thing is he's asked me
to find out if she's attached.

Not too close, Spike,
or else people will start gossiping.

Sorry, sir. Urn, got a bit of a problem.

I swear I wasn't spying on her,
but I saw DS Ettrick and Charlie Stubbs

in her house,
having what looked to me like a row.

-She was upset, he was upset.
-When was this?

Lunchtime. The thing is...

I blagged a few details
from her sergeant down at her nick.

Charlie Stubbs is her ex-husband.

Sorry, sir. But I thought
I'd better come to you with this.

Right.

Right, leave it to me, Spike.
And don't let on to anyone else.

Okay.

You work on reception, right?
So you must've seen her leave.

-Yes.
-How did she look? Did she look happy?

I couldn't say, really.

Well, I think she was
a really nice woman, I...

Oh, yes, she was. You have no idea.

And no one has any idea where she went.

The police don't know
and if they do, they're not telling.

You're a local, what's your best guess?

It's funny, you know?

Everyone seems to know more about
what happened to my wife than I do.

(GROANS)

Well, the police think she might have
talked to a couple of the squaddies.

-Uh, soldiers.
-Really?

Yeah, they showed me a photograph
of her in the pub.

I sure as hell wish they'd been
as open with me.

So, what do you think
my Nancy walked into here, huh?

No, it seemed completely innocent
to me, Mr D'Amato.

-They were just having a laugh.
-The soldiers, eh?

-Yeah.
-Uh-huh.

You got a lot to learn
about soldiers, kid.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-Yeah?

Oh, uh, Gus. Come in.

-Feeling any better?
-Marginally. Any breakthroughs?

Not quite, but we're making headway
on two fronts.

What about... What about suspects?

We had one in for questioning
but we had to let him go.

Why?

The evidence against him is building

but it was all circumstantial,
pending...

Why didn't you hold him?
Make him sweat?

That's not really our style, Gus.

What about the two soldiers
that had their photo taken with her?

-Who told you about that?
-The kid at the hotel.

One of them's dead, right?

Maybe you ought to go out
and get the other one in.

Huh? Instead of sitting around here
on your butt.

We're taking steps on that. Okay?

Come and meet my colleague,
Peter Pascoe. Yeah?

Peter! Say hello to Gus D'Amato.

Yeah, how are you?

I'm very sorry to hear about your wife.

That's kind.

What's this? A psychological profile?

(LAUGHS)

I'm actually checking for any relatives
your wife may have had in the area.

Well, as I already told
your senior officer here,

her great-great grandparents
and that's it. And they're dead.

Yeah, but if she was exploring
her family tree,

she might have found a living relative.

She was just playing at it.
It was a nostalgic exercise.

What you guys are doing is a dead end.
Now, if you don't mind my saying so,

Mr Pascoe, I think you'd be better off

out on the street
instead of playing with profiles.

Gus, perhaps I could join you
for a drink later.

Yeah, I'll have a drink with you.
When you guys bring in my wife's killer.

-See what I mean?
-Well, he's understandably tetchy.

I bet he'd have an innocent suspect
on death row by now.

I'm surprised you don't like him.
Seems like a chip off the old block.

-In what way?
-Well, apart from you both

rubbishing my research, you're also
bull-in-a-china-shop coppers.

-Sorry, Andy.
-No worries.

Mr D'Amato, you shouldn't be in here,
now please leave.

Yeah. But I want to be up to speed.

This is all highly
confidential information

that's only for the use of
the investigating team.

-Now, please, could you leave?
-You know what?

I've got 20 years expertise
going begging...

Okay, thanks.

Spike, the fat man wants to see you.

Does he know what I did?

I think he'd have blown his stack
by now.

(MAN WOLF WHISTLES)

(RAUCOUS LAUGHTER INSIDE)

(LAUGHTER STOPS)

Brandy and Coke, no ice.

Bit quiet in here, innit?

Live football on the telly. It kills us.

Pity. I was hoping
there might be some work.

We're pretty well off for bar staff,
thanks.

Is there anything at all? I'm desperate.

Two kids, no fella. I heard
there was some hostess work going.

-Run with the squaddies?
-You're a tr yer, aren't you?

Game for anything, me.

Look, some of the lads will pay for it,
if that interests you.

I don't mind. And what,
the pub turns a blind eye?

Long as it's not too blatant.

Thing is, you have to let these
squaddies know the score right away,

in case they think it's their charm
that's pulled you.

Okay. Ta, love.

(MEN CHEERING)

MAN 1: Go on, Skinner.
MAN 2: Go on, Skinner.

MAN 2: Go on, Skinner.
MAN 1: Go on.

(SNORING)

(YAWNS)

Has she been in long?

20 minutes. No problems so far.

I told you.

Andy, there's something
you ought to know about jenny Ettrick.

In what way?

She used to be married
to Charlie Stubbs.

Really?

Sorry to be the one to have to tell you.

It's all right.
I knew she'd been married.

She probably thought I'd throw her
off the case

if I found out there was a connection.

He's only an incidental witness, anyway.

Spike saw them talking in Thorpborough
this lunchtime.

He seemed upset.

She was getting worked up, too,
apparently.

Well, if he's her ex,
he knows what he's lost.

They were probably just arguing
about maintenance payments.

Or who got the Chris de Burgh records.

-Whereabouts are you from, then?
-Wetherton.

That's a long way to come for a drink.

The city pubs are full of lads
completely off their faces.

Girls are even worse.
At least you can talk here.

So, you in the army, then?

Just a bit.
It's nice to meet a new face.

I'm Brian. And you are...

Dawn. And I've heard all the jokes.

So, you just here for a chat?
Or does a bit of action interest you?

I'm a good payer. Is 50 okay for you?

That's very kind of you, Brian.

But I've arranged
to meet someone else at 9:30.

Gives us half an hour. Me car's outside.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Actually, I thought I'd work
at a slightly higher level.

Maybe a kebab and a mattress,
call me fussy.

Look, be nice to me

and you will never be without company
in this place.

Mess me about and it won't be worth
your while coming back here.

I'll be off.

People have seen me pick you, you slag.

They never seen me being turned down.

There's always a first time, Brian.

Intimidation seems to be a full-time job
with you these days, Skinner.

Branching out into women now?

-Are you okay, love?
-Yeah.

I dare you to stand up, Ellerby!

Oh, grow up, you prat!

You, get out of here!
And if I see you in here again,

you're going to get
what's coming his way.

-You okay?
-I'll be fine.

I'll see you in court, Skinner.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(MEN APPLAUDING)

-(PANTING)
-You all right?

If I stayed in there any longer,
Skinner would have had a go at me.

He got that "I've just lost it"
look in his eye. Scary man.

Sorry. I shouldn't have put you
in there without protection.

It's okay.
Private Ellerby came to my rescue.

There's something nasty
going on between him and Skinner.

Skinner thumped him one
and threatened more.

You've done well, Spike.
Let's get you back to civilisation.

(MAN WHISTLING)

I'll shoot you, Skinner!

And get away with it.

Silly bugger.

Is that the best you can do, Ski...

(GROANS)

Andy. I was just about to go to bed.

I'm sorry, I was just passing and
I thought you might fancy a drink.

(SIGHS) Bit tired, actually.

Sure. Never mind.

No. Come in. Come in.

It's not malt, I'm afraid.

It's the company that counts. Cheers.

I won't have one, if you don't mind.

I've done 30 years of drinking alone.

You should have phoned,
I'd have been a bit more prepared.

Yeah.

Yeah, sorry.

I've just been doing a bit of undercover
with Spike. She's good at it.

-Anything I should know about?
-Now who's doing the shop talk?

This is very tasteful, Jen. Cosy.

Your ex must have been mad
not to want kids with you.

-It was lifestyle as well, Andy.
-Aye.

Coppers' working hours have sunk
more marriages than mothers-in-law.

He was the one
with the more antisocial hours.

Really?

Salesman or something, eh?

At least we'd understand
that part of it, wouldn't we?

Well, we'll have to see how it goes.

(EXHALES) Best get your kip.

I'll see you at the briefing
in the morning, eh?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Andy, your latest soldier was killed

by a single stab wound
to the left upper abdomen

passing under the lower rib
and into the heart.

The track's about eight inches long.

The entry wound suggests
a one-inch blade.

Hmm? Yeah.

(STAMMERS)

It looks like a classic
commando knife stroke.

Private Frank Ellerby
was found killed at Bulby Camp.

Now, this is murder, not a suicide.

So, that puts both the army privates
out of the frame.

But the sergeant, Skinner,
he's now very much in it.

He was arrested this morning
and he's on his way over here.

Now, I've organised a search
of his billet.

Have we had anything back
on the D'Amato car yet, sir?

Forensics are checking the prints
around the fuel cap.

Peter, meanwhile,
will be using the case as an excuse

to indulge his interest
in local history.

(OFFICERS LAUGH)

Well, clearly this line of investigation
isn't popular with my senior colleague,

but I'll press on.

Nancy D'Amato was born a Huntley.

There are two in the graveyard
of Thorpborough Parish church.

But I'd like to see
if there are any more,

just in case
she made contact with anyone.

Right. We need to find out more
about the deceased.

She's a puzzle.

Why would a classy American woman
visit the Axe and Sword?

Did she have a rock chick fantasy
her husband didn't know about?

Oh, jenny, urn...

would you mind driving over to
Thorpborough House hotel,

talking to Charlie Stubbs?
Everything he knows about her.

-I thought we'd interviewed him, sir?
-We have.

But that was about the staff,
I want to know about him.

Spike, you mind going with her
for backup?

Right, sir.

Okay. Let's make it a big day, everyone.

Bit tough on jenny.

Well, it may be business, not personal.

That wouldn't be the evil eye
you're giving me, would it, Peter?

You know what you're doing, Andy.
I hope.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR OPENS)

-Coffee in the lounge, ladies?
-That'd be nice.

Actually, I think we need to be
in your office, Mr Stubbs.

Very well.

So, two soldiers dead in two nights,
Sergeant Skinner.

Aye, it's terrible.
The whole company's in shock.

(SNIFFS)

Tell me about your relations with them.

Look, Gillman was a nice lad
but he was a bit soft.

Ellerby had what it takes
to be a proper soldier.

I had to be harder on Gillman
for obvious reasons.

Tell me about the Axe and Sword.
They both drank in there, didn't they?

-That's a place for the lower ranks.
-So you don't drink there?

-You weren't in there last night?
-No, I drink in the sergeants' mess.

-Ellerby was in the Axe last night.
-I wouldn't know.

Well, I happen to know
that you're lying, Skinner.

Because one of my officers
was in there undercover.

You offered her money for sex.

And then you thumped Ellerby, remember?

Yes, there we are. Mrs D'Amato found
our hotel on the website.

She then requested a brochure,
which I forwarded to her Boston address

approximately a month ago.

She then made reservations by telephone

for a stay of three nights,
paying her deposit by credit card.

May I ask where this line
of questioning is taking us?

Just fact-checking.

Actually, it's slightly more than that.

We need to cover anybody
who knew Mrs D'Amato was coming here.

Well, you've questioned my staff
and all my guests,

I'm afraid I can't help you
with anyone else.

That'll be fine, Mr Stubbs.

Uh... I just need to ask one more thing.

Your movements on the night
Mrs D'Amato was killed.

Mmm. I worked till approximately 10:00
and then I checked with Mark Bell,

my night manager,
to make sure everything was okay

-and then I drove to my cottage.
-To Bulby Forest?

Yes, it takes approximately
half an hour.

Can you explain how your car
was picked up on a speed camera

doing 60 miles an hour on the bypass
at 1:15?

Yes, I had a migraine. (SIGHS)

It had been a particularly
stressful day.

As a matter of fact,
I've been prescribed these tablets.

I took a tablet and went for a spin
in the car with the roof down.

That normally does the trick.
Well, I am sorry. (LAUGHS)

Looks like I'm going to have to plead
guilty to the magistrates and pay up.

Dalziel gave it to me
before briefing this morning.

I would have appreciated
knowing about it.

Or did he tell you not to let me in
on your big secret?

It was my decision.

Then you've a lot to learn
about detective work, Spike.

I think I know a fair amount.

And in any case, it exposed a lie.
A minor one, perhaps,

but in my book,
if you've got information on someone

and they don't know that you've got it,
then you use it

to test their integrity. Get me?

Her master's voice.

Did you meet an American woman,
Nancy D'Amato, in the Axe,

either last Sunday or Monday?

No. Never heard of her.

She was murdered on Monday night.
Did you kill her?

You know something, Mr Dalziel?
I am 16 years in the mob

and I've never killed anyone,
on or off duty.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-We've got a DNA match.
-Stay with him.

Things don't look good for you, Jake.

The blood test on Nancy's handkerchief
has proved it isn't hers.

We checked it against your DNA sample.
And guess what?

We know that the blood is yours.

Did you kill Mrs D'Amato, Jake?

I didn't even know I'd cut myself.

But she spotted it.

I'd just cleared some brambles
from a grave.

I didn't think anything of it
at the time,

apart from her being kind to me.

But you let this woman
at least get close to you.

I didn't do anything to her
or suggest anything.

It was her who wanted to talk to me.

Asking me about the grave
of her relatives.

Something must have happened, Jake.

How did her car end up
near your caravan?

-That wasn't chance.
-I've no idea!

I only saw Miss D'Amato
at the churchyard.

I never saw her again
after she left there.

-Wich was when, exactly?
-About 5:00.

Do you drink at the Axe and Sword, Jake?

Why did you tell us you didn't?
Did you see Nancy there later?

I didn't see her again!

I lied because I could see it!

All the bad stuff,
happening all over again to me!

Policemen asking me questions
I couldn't answer!

I swear, I didn't kill anyone.

I swear before God!

Less scrupulous coppers than me would
have put two and two together by now

and got you 25 years, Jake.

Ellerby blamed you for Kevin Gillman's
suicide, didn't he?

-No.
-So what were you fighting about?

Nothing. It was the drink.

It made him a bit cocky.
It always happens off base,

they think they can stand up
to authority.

Private Ellerby was sober.

He returned to the barracks
for guard duty.

Which you had assigned.

So, you knew exactly where he'd be,
didn't you?

I didn't kill Ellerby.

Was he going to shop you
over Gillman's suicide?

Your "intimidation", as Ellerby referred
to it in front of my officer.

I can't guess the mind of a dead man.

Maybe you did it to cover up
your murder of Nancy D'Amato?

Why are we back on that again?

Ellerby and Gillman were seen with her
and now they're both dead,

after crossing swords with you.

(SCOFFS)

This isn't who you say it is.

That's Mary Nicholl, local brass. Shows
up in the Axe and Sword now and then.

Only the drunk and lonely'll go
with her.

You'd better not be lying, Skinner!

Tell me who that is, Jake.

-That's Mary Nicholl.
-Who is she?

She's a prostitute.

Is one of the reasons you've
been messing up my enquiry

that you sleep with her, Jake?

I have not devoured my living
with harlots.

When did you last see Mary?

Sunday night. In the pub
with these two squaddies.

How did it go?

Stubbs came up with a reason
for his late-night driving.

And the other?

Call it professional on her part,

but neither of them behaved
like they'd been married.

Ettrick was quite soft on him,
reassuring.

-Anything else?
-Stubbs takes tablets

for his stress and migraines. Amopental?

I was wondering if that's what
was used to drug Nancy D'Amato.

I'll check it with the pathologist.

By the way, we got a new development.

The woman in the photo, it's not Nancy.

-What does that mean?
-We're not sure yet.

But this stays between us three
for now, inside this room.

Here she is, Mary Nicholl.

Two charges of soliciting.

Maiden name Huntley.

Add 15 years, dye the hair,
not a million miles from Nancy.

-Similar cheekbones.
-Must be distant cousins.

Descended from the same
great-great grandparents.

Okay. But did she meet Nancy?

Spike, rewind that tape to 5:00 pm,
time Jake says she left the graveyard.

Everything okay?

Apart from Mr Stubbs' speeding ticket.

Oh, it came in first thing. Sorry.

-Can you do something for me?
-Of course.

I want you to fax Nancy DUE-mate's
medical insurance company,

get confirmation of her blood group.

There's doubt?

Something may have got mixed up,
that's all.

The details are on the board.

-Well?
-MILLIGAN: Nothing.

Fast-forward it.

There! That could be Mary Nicholl.

DALZIEL: Could be D'Amato.

PASCOE: It's a different style of jacket
to the one I saw in her wardrobe.

That had lapels and patch pockets.

I'm getting worried about you.

PASCOE: It's a matter
of observation, Andy.

What if it was her leaving, too?

You mean later? Afterwards?

Yeah. Maybe Nancy turning up
threatened some family interest

or trust Mary was involved with.

So Mary kills her.

It has to be a possibility.

Let's find her first,
come up with theories later.

-Amopental?
-It's a sedative, right?

Yes. As used to dope Nancy D'Amato.

Could the toxicologist narrow it down
to a specific type or make?

-I'll ask for you, shall I?
-As soon as.

By the way, Andy,
I've some news for you.

You see, I won £200 on the
Hong Kong Copper Happy Valley yesterday.

Get to the point, Cyclops.

Well, I bet with a Chinese bookie
called Mr Wang.

And I showed him a photograph
of that tattoo on Mrs D'Amato.

He thinks the closest translation
would be "girl power".

They've confirmed Nancy DUE-mate's
blood is group A.

Thanks. It's been tough, this one.

Not what I'm used to
on my usual run of things.

You've done well.

Back to work.

We did it!

-Almost.
-Oh, God.

-Have you got her passport?
-Yeah. I'm all packed.

I am, too. Why don't we move out?

(DOOR CLOSES)

We're being well and truly
stitched up, Peter.

—Nancy DUE-mate's still alive.
—What? How do you know that?

The body in the morgue is blood group A,
not group AB.

Yeah, all Nancy's insurance documents
say that as well.

Yeah, only because they were altered.

Including this one, this afternoon,
from America.

-Who did this?
-DS Ettrick.

The others. I don't know!

But whoever did them
pressurised jenny into amending this.

Bloody hell, Andy!

You'll think I'm biased, Peter.

But I think it's Stubbs.
She's protecting him.

And the drugs he uses
to control his migraines

are the same type
that was used to dope the body.

Well, it's not conclusive,
but counts against him.

And all this business about him being
out on the night, driving round.

And Nancy's car turning up
at Jake's caravan.

That's Stubbs's CV.

There's a missing five year period
in the '80s,

where he was travelling abroad,
learning the hotel business.

-Prison?
-Worse.

I can't find a trace of him
prior to 1986.

And in my experience
that only means one thing.

He's changed his identity.

And I'll bet you a tenner
the intelligence services

in Northern Ireland had a hand in it.

Well, you're broadly correct
in your assumption,

Detective Inspector Pascoe.

However, I would like
to discuss the possibility

of a deal
before we proceed any further.

I haven't got the authority to cut them,
fortunately.

I'm not looking for an amnesty
for myself, Mr Dalziel,

but for some other people.

We'll see.

So, when were you recruited?

1982. Round about then
the British Army Intelligence decided,

it would be a good idea to run their
own chain of bars in bandit country,

effectively listening posts.

Money or patriotism?

(SCOFFS) Money. Pure and simple.

They paid extremely well.
I spent four years

passing on information I'd learnt
in my bar.

Then one night, there was a firefight
and I was listed as dead,

while miraculously being
spirited across the water

to begin my new life as Charlie Stubbs.

-Until?
-Until Gus saw my photograph

on the hotel website.

-Gus was in Northern Ireland?
-Oh, yes.

American Specie! Forces.

Tracking weapons all the way
from Boston to Belfast.

And seeing me with my new identity,

he saw an opportunity
to get what he wanted.

-He wanted you to kill someone.
-He certainly did.

And if I refused,
he would simply pass on

my whereabouts and my new identity

to the boys across the water,
who neither forgive nor forget.

Mr Dalziel, I want my loved ones
kept out of this.

They had nothing to do with it.
What I did, I did to protect them.

So, no deal, no details.

Jenny has acted in a corrupt manner
encouraged by you.

I can't let her off.

Mr Dalziel, you can give her
early retirement on a full pension

and never even mention corruption.

Besides, I know you care about her.

That's no longer an issue.

Well, it bloody well should be.

-Who else?
-Mark Bell.

My partner.
He's totally innocent in this.

All he did was turn a blind eye.

To what?

Deal or no deal?

(SIGHS)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

Nancy D'Amato discovered her cousin
Mary Nicholl on the internet

when she was doing some research
into her family tree.

As soon as Gus saw the similarity
between the two women,

they both realised the potential
for an insurance scam,

if they could murder Mary
and pretend it was Nancy,

they could claim the life insurance.
They would be extremely rich.

Then, when they saw me,

they further saw the potential
to blackmail me

into committing murder for them.

Gus, Nanny and I set up the plan.

And fake was the fall guy.

Nancy sneaked back from the cemetery

just in time for Mary's arrival.

She'd set up Mary's visit by
promising her some new American clothes.

And Mark saw Mary arrive
and thought if was Nancy.

I have been waiting to meet you
for so long.

STUBBS: I provided the dope,

so by the time Mary had tried on
her new clothes,

she was distinctly woozy.

Nanny than left the hotel

in one of the two brown mats
she'd brought over.

And Mark did not see her leave.

That's how he made the mistake
about her coat

I went into her room while she
did her bit for the security cameras.

I was moving Mary's comatose body
and unfortunately, Mark saw me.

He didn't have a clue what was going on

and I certainly wasn't about
to tell him.

After that, I took Mary to a quiet,
secluded spot and I killed her.

My only consolation is
that she wouldn't have felt a thing.

After she'd cleared up the evidence,
letters, et cetera, at Mary's house,

Nancy finished the set-up with Hawkins
by dumping her car next to the caravan.

I then picked her up shortly after
your speed cameras had picked me up.

She's been in my cottage ever since.

Is that why you killed Private Ellerby?

He wasn't killed by Skinner because
he witnessed Nancy's murder.

You killed him because
you thought he was going to tell us

the body wasn't Nancy.

(SCOFFS)

No, Mr Dalziel. Not me.

-That one's not mine.
-PASCOE: Gus.

I caught him nosying around
the CID room,

looking at the photos yesterday.

Peter. A word.

(BOTH WHISPERING)

I had to do it, Andy.

Love doesn't just end with divorce.

Maybe not. But it gets you into
terrible trouble, from what I see.

That's why I'm best off out of it.

I've got to go.

Oh, uh...

You were wrong, by the way.

I did take one.

Andy!

Was it you who called?

Well, somebody did.

They asked me to meet them out here
and you show up. (CHUCKLES)

Nice try, Gus.

But you're under arrest for conspiracy
to murder Mary Nicholl.

-What?
-And for the murder

of Private Frank Ellerby.

You have the right to remain silent...

Now, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You're a one-man parody
of British policing, Andy.

All I want to do is
get Nancy's body released and go home

and you're talking to me
about people I never even heard of.

I've got you by the balls, Gus.
And I'm not letting go.

-You're losing it, Andy.
-Have I?

-Charlie Stubbs has talked.
-Who?

That's his cottage.

He's the man who did the murder
for you and your wife,

so you could claim the $5 million
life insurance that Nancy took out.

Just about the same time she was
discovering her lookalike cousin.

That's bull! Somebody's doing a pretty
lousy job of setting me up, Andy.

So why don't you work on an apology,
while I go home?

-No hard feelings, pal.
-Where's Nancy?

Oh, come off it! She's dead!

-Isn't she?
-Who's that lying on the slab, Gus?

Huh? With a "girl power" tattoo
on her arse. Mary Nicholl!

The woman you identified as your wife!

What kind of game are you playing
with me, "Dal-zel"?

Are you telling me that the woman
I identified was not my wife?

You're going to be hearing
from my lawyers.

(GRUNTING)

She's here, isn't she, you greedy sod!

You killed her, didn't you?
You wanted the lot.

You'll never know!

Special Forces takes on
heart attack victim,

no contest.

Show me! Show me where you buried her!

Show me where you buried her!

(GROANS)

I said show me!

I will dig up every foot of this place
until I find her!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Peter, you can come in now.

No. No, no problem.

He came very quietly in the end.