Dalziel and Pascoe (1996–2007): Season 8, Episode 3 - Great Escapes - full transcript
Charlie Walker has escaped from police custody and is the object of a massive police manhunt. Andy just happens to be in the area and spends the night in a local pub when his car breaks down. The pub is owned by Walker's parents-i...
(ANIMAL SNARLING)
(GROWLING)
(DOG BARKING, SHEEP BLEATING)
(GROWLING)
WOMAN: Red 27, where are you?
(RADIO DISPATCH CHATTER, INDISTINCT)
(DISPATCH CHATTER CONTINUES)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
First call for Church Street
Anyone in the area?
I need a first cell for Church Street
(PANTING)
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR)
No network coverage?
What do you bloody mean
no network coverage?
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(CHAIN CLINKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GROANS)
(PHONE RINGING)
—Hello?
—DALZIEL: Peter!
What do you want, Andy?
Me car's knackered,
me mobile's not working
and I'm stuck in a phone box
at the arse—end of nowhere.
You'll have to some and get me, Peter.
Call the breakdown people.
-I'm busy
—Busy doing what?
I'm standing here in full tartan,
hypothermia '5 setting in
and me tranklements are frozen solid
Where are you?
—Skelsby Moor.
—(HELICOPTER WHIRRING ABOVE)
That's 40 miles away!
Well, you can do it in half an hour
if you put your foot down.
I'm sorry, Andy. No way.
Call a cab, Find a local to help,
—Peter!
Night, Andy.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Peter! You selfish sod!
(DOG GROWLING)
—Why are you dressed like a girl?
—Why are you dressed like a boy?
I'm not.
—What's your name?
—Nicki. I live here.
—That's Bobby. What's yours?
—Andy.
—Do you like dogs, Andy?
—Well, I prefer them without the fangs.
That's a bar guest. It's a local legend.
He brings death and misfortune
to people.
Well, that's nice.
He only takes revenge
on evildoers, so...
Oh, I must remember to
mind me manners, then.
Oh, eh. Don't you cheek
the customers, Nicki.
—Hey, Bobby. Night.
—Night, love.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING AND TALKING)
Hey up!
Hey, put him down.
Don't know where he's been.
I might do, I might.
Hey, Mike.
Sally can't get away
from customers, hey?
(LAUGHING)
Oh, aye.
Sally, Sally, pride of our alley.
-Are you serving, love?
—Yeah.
Single malt as it comes
and make it a double, please.
No problem. Bad night?
Aye, me car broke down
a mile up the road.
Can't get anybody to come out.
It's real brass monkey
weather out there.
Oh, we'll soon warm you up.
Eh, see what the cat's dragged in.
Don't fancy yours much. (LAUGHS)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
—Do you do rooms here?
—Aye, few.
Any chance of one for tonight?
Uh, we're pretty busy.
Number nine's free, Mike.
£32 excluding breakfast.
But the room's small, mind.
Anywhere I can get me head down
would be a bonus.
—I'll get someone to make the bed up.
—Very kind of you. Thanks.
In that case, I'll have another
single malt. Large one, please.
(ALL TALKING, INDISTINCT)
Oh, last of the big spenders, eh?
(CHUCKLES)
Same again? Yeah.
Same again all round
when you're ready, Sal.
She's all right, our Sally, isn't she?
—She is, aye, yeah.
—You passing through?
You've not been dipping sheep
in that get—up, I take it?
Charity do on the coast.
On me way back to Wetherton. You?
Well, you could call me an expat.
Me family all came from Skelsby.
Me gran still lives local.
I have me own poultry business
about 20 mile east.
Long way to come for a pint.
Oh, no. I'm up here with friends.
Come for the fishing.
Hey, Sal.
Poultry business must be doing well.
Oh, I scratch a living. (CHUCKLES)
Here you are, love.
You keep that on the bar for later.
—All right.
—Ta, love.
Word of advice.
You'll not pull in that. (LAUGHS)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(MAN PANTING)
Go on. Tell him what your job is.
It's a joke in itself, is that.
Works for me, this Frank.
Seven year now. Go on, tell him.
At the moment,
I'm inseminating turkeys.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Does his wife know?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Bad, eh? And the pay's chicken feed.
(LAUGHS)
Come and have a word.
We'll be in the kitchen.
What's that about?
Keep calm, Trevor. No need to panic.
—Best find out what's going on.
—Take it easy, will you?
Do you want to startle the horses?
WOMAN: Thanks, Inspector.
I'll show you out.
—Thank you.
—Mike.
There's trouble?
—Charlie's escaped from prison.
—You're joking, aren't you?
I'm splitting me sides here, aye.
—Well, is he coming this way?
—They don't know.
We'll have to call it off for tonight.
It's too late now.
Everyone's had the nod.
There's a police helicopter
searching the whole area.
We can take precautions. I'm looking
to make a proper killing tonight.
That's not the only consideration here.
Look, it's too risky with all these...
All part of the sport, eh, Mike?
(SIGHS)
You got a problem?
There's a prisoner escaped.
Think he might be up on the moor.
Creep forward
and see what they're doing,
but for heaven's sake don't let them
know they are watched!
You should have been in bed ages ago.
And you shouldn't be watching that.
—It's only a film.
—Well, switch it off, now.
Do you think our family's cursed, Nan?
Of course not, love.
It's just stories to frighten people.
Come on. Let's get you into bed.
Come on.
That room's ready when you want it,
Mr Dalziel.
—Okay.
—(SLAPPING)
You vicious cow!
That's what you get for
going near my husband, you little slag.
—I was only talking to him.
-Oh, yeah? And the rest!
—Tracy, will ya?
—And you're no better!
—For God's sake, girl!
-Get off!
I said get off me!
(MEN WHOOPING)
We got it all in Skelsby, eh?
Cat fights, escaped prisoners...
Time to drink up now.
Poor old Sally.
Better than watching the soaps, innit?
(LAUGHS)
Give it a rest, will you?
Looks like you're having a worse night
than me, love.
Another double
and whatever you're having.
-Oh, thanks.
—The name's Andy.
—Thanks, Andy.
—TRACY: Slag.
Hope the bloke you were fighting
over was worth it.
No, he's not.
But I'm not going to be sticking around
this dump much longer, anyway.
Mr Henshaw said he's going to get me
a job. He owns a few clubs in Leeds.
I'd recommend sleeping on
a decision like that one, love.
Right, time to hit the road.
You're not stopping, then?
No, we're off to the lake
for a bit of eel fishing.
It's grand down there on a full moon.
—Isn't that right, Frank?
—Aye.
—So I'll bid you a good night.
—Night.
—I might come along later.
—TREVOR: All right.
(BED CREAKING)
-Are we off or what?
—Where do you think?
-Oh, come on.
—Hey, Sally.
(INDISTINCT)
I'll have her back in a bit.
(LAUGHS)
(GROANS)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Go on, son! Go on, son!
(SOBBING)
—Come on!
—Come on!
(CRYING)
(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(DOG SNARLING)
(DOG BARKING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING,
MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(SNORING)
(GROANS)
(SHIVERING)
(GRUNTS)
(BELCHES)
(BELCHES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
(SHIVERING)
—Have you seen Sally?
—No.
I could do with some help
with these breakfasts.
Well, the lads won't want any.
They've already left.
—They might have said.
—Well, it doesn't make any difference.
It's all extra cash, Mike. We need
every penny. You could at least...
Don't start now, Jess, okay?
Marilyn called in sick.
Can you pick Tom up at 3:00?
Thanks, Mum. See you later.
Sorry I'm late. Where is he?
I need at least one cup of coffee
before I face the wrath of Khan.
Relax, Spike.
He broke down on his way home
last night. He'll be hours yet.
(SIGHING) Thank you.
Did you see the news?
A Cat A prisoner from Welbeck
went AWOL on Skelsby Moor last night.
Do we know him? The prisoner?
Not on our patch.
Wasn't back then, anyway.
Wonder if he's
bumped into Andy in his kilt yet.
(DOG BARKS)
—Not a rugby man, then?
—I'm a girl.
Nan says rugby's dangerous, anyway.
You look terrible.
Your eyelids are all puffy.
Your skin's sagging.
Haven't you got
any friends you can be rude to?
—Bobby's my best friend.
—I'm better looking than Bobby.
All right, sweetheart?
Right, it's now or never
if you want that lift to your car.
All right, okay.
She's not backward in coming forward,
your Nicki, is she?
—She's a straight talker, right enough.
—You can say that again.
—Is she your daughter?
—Granddaughter.
—Parents not about?
—No.
Did you get through to
the breakdown, did you?
Yeah, they're on the way, so they say.
-Fishermen left early this morning.
—Aye.
—Round here, is it?
—Yeah, down here somewhere, yeah.
—Over here!
—What's going on here?
—Don't know.
—Stop! Stop! Help!
—What's he want?
—Need your help, please!
Could you help?
There's someone down there, a girl.
(DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)
—Where?
—Over there.
(WOMAN CRYING)
(DOG WHINING)
Oh, no!
—We'd better call the police.
—There's no need.
He said she'd been savaged.
Could have been by a big cat. You hear
about them roaming on the moors.
—It's highly unlikely.
—It's not impossible.
Since the Endangered Species Act,
it's illegal to...
It's still highly unlikely.
So you're buying the pints then,
when it turns out I'm right?
I don't know who's more trouble
to work with, you or Andy.
Flattery will get you nowhere
with me, sir.
PASCOE: It's Mel Gibson.
He could have shaved his legs.
The socks are particularly fetching.
Oh, doesn't look happy.
Oh, he'll cheer up
now he's got a body to deal with.
—You get stuck in second gear?
—Trousers.
Good of you to come all this way, Peter.
I was otherwise engaged.
It's nearly 40 miles.
And it was 11 o'clock when you rang.
36 miles, actually, and it was 10:17.
—What have we got?
—Sally Craig.
Barmaid, in the pub I stayed in
last night.
Twenty years old. Nice kid.
Well, she was, anyway.
She's taken quite a blow
to the back of the head.
Did you talk to her?
Well, there was a set—to last night
over the landlord's son, Paul.
—Sally came off worse than the wife.
-Crime of passion, then.
—Jealousy or lust?
—Well,
I reckon young Sally was attracting
plenty of both in the bar last night.
There were
seven or eight blokes staying.
Went off eel fishing by moonlight
at some local lake.
Left first thing.
—We'll need details.
—Okay.
Who's done all this to her?
These bites on her neck and chest?
Foxes, probably. Scavengers.
We'll need Ashurst
to take a look in situ.
Yeah, um...
I'd avert your eyes, Spike,
I reckon you've seen enough to put you
off your dinner for one night.
I suppose you've heard about
the escaped prisoner, sir?
He was local, apparently.
Aye, there was a PC
came in the pub last night.
The landlord mentioned something.
Was he dangerous?
Murdered his wife. Name of Walker.
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
Nicki, love. Can you come here a minute?
Your granddad and I
need to talk to you.
—What about?
—Come here, pet.
It's about your dad, sweetheart.
Now, your nan and me thought
it'd be better coming from us
than hearing it from somebody else.
He's escaped from prison.
Come here, Niki,
NICKI: Why has he escaped?
—Is he coming here?
—No, no. He wouldn't do that, love.
And your nan wants you and Bobby
to stay in for now.
—But...
—No, I am serious, Nick.
I don't want you on that moor
with or without Bobby until...
Until it's safe, all right?
—Okay.
—Promise?
(SIGHS) I promise.
—Good girl.
—Yeah.
(SIREN WAILING)
CHARLIE: Get off me, Inspector.
Just get off me!
CHARLIE: Look, just let me go...
(SCREAMING)
I want to speak to my daughter.
I want to speak to Nicki.
Nicki!
Get off me. Get off me. Let me go now.
(CONTINUES PROTESTING)
Let me go. (YELLS)
She were going straight to Paul's
after we'd finished the session.
"Get an answer out of him
one way or another," she said.
Okay. Thanks, love.
I want criminal records checks
on all the staff and guests,
including the fishermen.
And we'll need an
incident room set up.
This'll be a laugh
with no mobiles working.
We're not employed to have a laugh.
Come on, Peter.
Mr and Mrs Pitman.
This is Inspector Pascoe.
—We need to ask you some questions.
—Sure.
We understand Sally lived here,
above the bar?
We'll need to search her room.
-Oh, and did she have a car?
—Yeah.
Little old red Fiesta.
Should be round the back.
Any idea who was the last person
to see her?
—Probably you, Mike.
—I suppose so, yeah.
Well, I closed the bar
just after you'd gone up.
Sally went to her room.
I got to bed at about half one.
You didn't go fishing with Henshaw
and the rest, then?
No. I was too tired by then.
The prisoner who escaped last night
was your son—in—law?
He murdered my daughter.
Was it him?
Do you think he killed Sally?
Well, it's too early
to be sure of anything yet.
—JESS: What about the trial?
—What about it?
(SIGHS)
Well, Sally was the main witness for the
prosecution. She was just a kid then.
She lived with her mum,
next door to Kate and Charlie.
She'd heard them arguing
the night that she disappeared.
When the sentence was read out in court,
he went berserk.
He said he'd pay her back one day.
Uh—uh!
—Any progress, doc?
—I think so.
Quite a puzzler, though, this one.
At the outset, it looked like she died
from that nasty hematoma.
Bang to the head.
Probably caused by
being pushed or falling,
rather than blow, by the way.
And that's not inconsistent with
the pattern of bruising on her forearms,
which suggests she struggled violently
with someone shortly before death.
—Any sign of sexual assault?
—Not sure as yet.
I've just examined
her superficial wounds.
It's cold out there.
I'm fairly certain
that those animal bites
were sustained
before she was dead and hidden.
Not afterward s.
And someone, or something else,
pulled her out again.
—Wanted her found, you mean?
—It looks like it.
So what's the puzzle?
I won't be sure of that
till I get her back to the lab.
But from the blood loss and other signs,
I'd say it was about 50—50 whether
it was the head injury that killed her
—or whether she was mauled to death.
—By what?
Not a fox, that's for sure.
Those tears were made by something
pretty monstrous.
Great big canines.
(DOG GROWLING VICIOUSLY)
What's got into them, eh?
Listen, do you want to go
and finish off?
—What do you want?
—A word with you and your wife.
Tracy's away at her brother's.
stormed off last night.
Came back this morning to give me
a bit of rag, you know.
That how you got those scratches?
No. That's one of the dogs.
—What do you want to talk to me about?
—The Test match.
You and Sally Craig.
I assume you've heard she's dead?
Look, we saw each other two or three
times is all. I broke it off weeks ago.
—What went on last night?
—Sally was stirring it.
Did she come here after work last night?
Who told you that? No.
Never saw her after me and Tracy
left the pub.
I saw you in the car park half an hour
later with Sally and the fishermen.
Yeah. No, I forgot.
I came back to see me dad
about something.
—What something?
—Bit of business.
—Then what did you do?
—I went home.
On me own.
—And stayed put the rest of the night?
—Yeah.
(DOG BARKING AND GROWLING)
—You keep some big dogs here.
-So?
We think Sally was
attacked by a big dog.
May even have been what killed her.
No, none of these
would do anything like that.
Ask your wife to give us a call.
—What do you reckon?
—He's got no alibi.
Maybe she came down,
found him in the kennels, they argued
and one of the dogs went for her.
Nah. I got the impression
Sally had changed her mind about Paul,
given him up as a bad job.
She's more interested
in getting away from here.
Give us your car keys.
—What for?
—I'm digging a hole to China.
Driving helps me think.
It's my car, Andy.
(MOCKING) "It's my car, Andy."
I live in hope
you'll grow up one of these days.
Never. (LAUGHS)
Hello? Hello?
Mrs Tetley?
It's Julie, with your dinner.
Mrs Tetley?
Are you there?
Are you on the toilet?
Mrs Tetley?
Any other stretches of water
round here?
Not according to the map.
So, this is where our band of merry men
went fishing last night?
If they were fishing.
You know,
I didn't notice any rods and tackle
when they packed up
to leave this morning.
Well, they must be avid followers
of the country code if they were here.
It's strange there's no sign.
No beer bottles, no tyre tracks.
Everything's strange around here.
Come on.
Is this you on top of things, Spike?
Don't give me a hard time, sir.
I'm doing my best in bad circumstances.
Any word from Forensics
or the search team?
Yeah, there might be.
If I get the bloody phones working.
(PHONE RINGING)
DS Milligan.
Deep pan what?
(SIGHS) Wrong number, mate.
(SIGHING)
Come on.
(DOG BARKING)
Don't open the door.
—Don't panic.
—Give me a good reason why not.
(LAUGHING)
You can come out, you know.
They only attack coppers in uniform.
—DI Pascoe. Trevor Nesbitt.
—How do.
-Are you coming in?
—Yeah.
—I heard about Sally. Terrible business.
—Aye.
We'd like a word with Frank
if he's here.
Aye, he's with me turkeys.
I'll walk you through.
Hey, put the dogs in
for us, Terry, will you?
—How was the fishing last night?
-Oh, no great shakes.
—Nothing for the pot?
—Not this time.
You'll have to dip your feet.
Frank!
The police are here
to see us about Sally.
Mr Fyley.
Trevor tells us your trip to the lake
was a bit of a washout.
Nothing much biting.
Can you tell us
what time you arrived there?
When you got back?
We got down there about, uh, 12:30?
Aye, we left early, though,
didn't we, Frank? Yeah.
—That's right.
—Had a few drinks
to keep our spirits up.
Got cold eventually,
packed up, went back to the inn.
—What time was that?
—Well, must've been about half—four.
Anyone see you coming in?
Mike gives us a key to the back door,
so we don't need like letting in.
So neither of you saw Sally Craig
after you left the inn last night?
—She didn't turn up where you were?
—No. Nowt like that.
What was going on with Sally
and your mate...Henshaw, is it?
In the car park last night?
Oh, just a bit of flirting,
nowt serious.
She was trying to make
poor old Paul jealous.
You left the pub early this morning.
Aye, he was still digesting
his ale, eh, Frank?
No one was up for the full English.
I didn't notice any fishing tackle,
rods or the like.
No point in fishing for eels
with a rod and line, Mr Dalziel.
Decent torch and nets are all you need
to catch them creatures.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(DOG BARKING)
Helicopter spotted it down
a gully on the moor.
Found it on the back seat.
She wasn't a folder, then?
Fits in with what I found in her room.
She left her perfume and stuff.
I reckon someone's gone to
a lot of trouble
to make it look like
Sally packed up and left last night.
And if Ashurst's right, someone else
didn't want it left that way.
I can't see Walker
managing all this on his own.
Stashing the body and the car.
Packing up her clothes.
So maybe he's got an accomplice.
(PHONE RINGING)
—Bar guest.
—CHARLIE: Mike.
What... What are you doing
ringing here?
For God's sake, Charlie,
man, you gone mad?
Listen, there's no one else, Mike.
You've got to meet me.
I can't do that, man.
The place is crawling with police.
Just do it! Listen to me.
You do exactly what I ask.
I'll [all you tomorrow
and tell you where.
Listen, I swear to you,
if you don't help me,
I'll come and take what's mine.
—JESS: Nicki!
—Coming, Nan.
If you're not doing your project,
can you put it away, love?
—Yeah.
—Good girl.
No news from the police about Charlie?
—No.
—I just want him caught.
—Aye.
—I'll be in the bar.
—Can I go out yet?
—No. Not yet, love.
There's been an accident.
—What sort of an accident?
—It was Sally.
—What sort of an accident?
—Well, we're not sure yet.
Is she dead? Did the bar guest hurt her?
I had a dream...
I know, your nan told me.
There's no such thing as a bar guest.
He only hurts bad people.
Are you frightened? Of Dad?
No. I'm not frightened.
And you shouldn't be frightened, either.
Your dad loved you.
He wouldn't hurt you.
—I can promise you that, Nick.
—He hurt my mum.
(SIGHS)
Right, I'm off to Mike's
to sort out our account.
—You should stay clear, Trev.
—I don't see why.
We've just had the police here.
I've nowt to worry about, have I?
Mr Nesbitt, phone for you.
Social Services, about your gran.
I got to my brother's at one,
had a cup of tea and went to bed.
—Where does your brother live?
—Tillotts Farm, 10 miles from here.
I'd never hurt her. Not seriously.
Gave her quite a slap,
from what I've heard.
It was hardly anything.
I've walloped Paul
a lot harder than that.
I'd had a few vodkas.
She was trying it on with him.
She deserved that much.
Okay, Tracy.
That will do for now, thanks.
What did Tracy have to say for herself?
I wouldn't want to get on the wrong
side of her and a few vodkas.
She's got an alibi.
I don't think she's involved.
What about the CRO check?
Only one name came up, Keith Henshaw.
He owns a part share in the greyhound
track outside Wetherton.
Barnes Bridge.
Must be where I've seen him.
He also owns a couple of
dodgy clubs in Leeds.
Got investigated about four years ago
for procuring underage girls.
No charges were brought.
—No sightings of Walker?
—No. Not yet.
Some food was stolen from a freezer
last night about five miles away.
—Could have been him.
—That was the lab.
Ashurst found some blood
on Sally's skirt that isn't hers.
They're checking it now.
Also, he's found some more bruising.
He now says
he thinks she was sexually assaulted.
(RACING ANNOUNCEMENTS OVER PA)
Take a seat.
—Do you want a coffee?
—No, ta. We've got a lot on.
Tell us about you and Sally Craig.
—Nothing to tell.
—Didn't look like that last night.
Well, she's an attractive girl.
We all like an attractive girl,
don't we?
She said you'd offered her a job.
Well, I might have mentioned something
a few weeks back.
So when did you last see her?
Last night. After we left to go fishing.
—She was outside having a smoke.
—And?
—And nothing.
—You had words with her. I saw you.
Well, then you'll know.
That's what they were. Just words.
That's not what the forensic says.
There was evidence
she'd been sexually assaulted.
Well, that had nothing to do with me.
You were all over her at the bar.
Didn't touch her.
If you offered her a job, maybe there
was something you wanted in return.
I said I didn't harm the girl.
I'm not buying
much of this so far, Mr Henshaw.
I thought you were
catching eels last night.
I feel sure there was something
going on between you and Sally
before you left the pub.
I'm looking to charge someone
with murder here.
Perhaps you'd prefer to talk
at a police station, under caution.
All right. I'll tell you what happened.
We weren't going fishing.
We had a bit of tamping planned.
Got the cars, a few fast dogs,
got out on the moors, caught the hares
in the headlamps.
Set the dogs on them,
take bets on which one gets there first,
tears it apart. Am I right?
It's not my kind of thing.
And it's illegal.
Go on.
Well, Sally told me
she had a mind to come with us.
Fancied a bit of fun.
I said I'd meet her down at the lake
in an hour, after the bar closed.
Take her down wherever we were.
An hour later, I turned up,
she didn't.
—End of story.
—Maybe. Maybe not.
Don't leave the country, Mr Henshaw.
We might want to talk to you again.
PASCOE: She could have gone to
Paul Pitman's after Henshaw left her.
She could have gone anywhere.
Henshaw could be lying
about her not turning up.
He said he had dogs with him.
One of them could have attacked her.
No, lurchers and greyhounds are bred
for speed, though, aren't they?
They're not particularly aggressive.
Mike Pitman must have known
what they were really up to.
And Paul, I reckon.
He was probably with them.
—Maybe she bumped into Charlie Walker.
—(SCOFFS) Out walking his killer dog.
We should talk to all the others,
see if they corroborate Henshaw's story.
A tenner says Henshaw's on the blower
right now, making sure of it.
Thanks for coming so swiftly.
I'll come down the parlour
in the morning.
(SIGHS)
I'm ever so sorry, Trevor, love.
-Oh, thanks, Mrs S.
—I made tea.
Cheers.
—I'd best start on some clearing.
-But there's no hurry, is there?
Oh, you know the council.
They'll be wanting to move someone in
before Gran's cold.
—Come round if you need owt.
—Will do. Bye, love.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello. Keith.
Calling to offer your condolences?
You winning, Spike?
I'm managing.
How did it go with Henshaw?
Oh, he spun some yarn
about illegal hare coursing.
—Was he lying?
—Well, I bet Peter a tenner on it.
Any word from the lab?
They've matched the blood on Sally
Craig's skirt to Charlie Walker's DNA.
-Are they certain?
—DNA doesn't lie.
Puts him back in the frame, then.
No news of his whereabouts?
Local uniform are manning road blocks
in the area tonight, just in case.
Well, he's not a ghost.
He's got to be out there somewhere.
Well, he's from round here. He probably
knows plenty of places to hide.
This is his file that just arrived.
I've had a quick look through,
and there's one interesting detail which
nobody bothered to mention to us.
They never found the body.
Walker was convicted on forensics
and Sally Craig's testimony alone.
(SIGHS) All right.
Well, there's not a lot more
we can do tonight.
Have you found somewhere to stay?
There's a B&B in the village,
but I prefer to get home, sir.
Yeah, me too.
Well, we can't waste time
going back and forth.
I'd rather not leave Tom overnight,
if I can help it.
—And I've got a date.
—You're staying.
—Andy!
—No arguments! That's an order.
What are you doing?
—Going out.
—Where?
—None of your business.
—You have to talk to me, Paul.
—Not now.
—Yes, now!
The police have just told me
Sally was attacked by dogs.
I want to know
what you had to do with it.
Leave me alone, will you, Tracy?
I'll leave you for good is what I'll do.
I'll tell the police.
-You'll say nothing.
—I'll do what I like.
Oh, you liked the money
well enough, though, didn't you, eh?
-Oh, you're involved, pal.
—I didn't kill anyone, though, did I?
Now, you shut your trap!
—Do what I tell you. Do you hear me?
-Oh, yeah? Or what?
(GASPS)
(EXHALES)
—Need a hand?
-Oh, thanks, love.
—I've got to go out for a bit.
-Oh, whatever for?
I won't be long.
JESS: Charlie is out there somewhere.
—There's something I've got to sort out.
—Nicki and I need you here.
MIKE: For Christ's sake,
I'll only be gone an hour.
(WOMAN SHOUTING, INDISTINCT)
MIKE: I said...
JESS: Mike, answer me!
Hey, there's a nice pub down the road.
I'm off for pie and chips.
Are you coming?
-We're going home.
—I've already told you, no.
Some of us have lives to live, Andy.
—We'll be back at 7:00 tomorrow.
—I may need you before that.
We're going.
I'll see you in the morning.
Night, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
POLICE CONSTABLE: Thank you, sir.
Evening.
(DOGS WHIMPERING)
—They all right?
—I gave them a shot.
—I found somewhere to keep them for now.
—What are we all doing here?
I could have brought the animals
straight to you.
We shouldn't even be risking it
—with the police everywhere.
—Shut up, Frank.
-So?
—I've had a visit from Dalziel.
He told me that someone
tried to rape Sally last night.
—What?
—And they found her car this afternoon.
I told you
it weren't even safe down there.
What other choice did we have?
MIKE: We should have stopped
the fights months ago.
I warned you it was getting out of hand.
TREVOR: Look, we've all done
well out of this.
PAUL: Who's we?
You brought her here in the first place.
She didn't come with me.
I arranged a lift for her is all.
You were told
to keep the women out of it!
It wasn't me who couldn't keep
his trousers zipped up
—as far as Sally was concerned.
-Are you accusing me?
—Calm down, Paul.
—Steady, lads. Mike's right.
No point in starting a battle over this.
There were 20—odd blokes
here last night,
could have been any one of them.
We did the only thing we could
in the circumstances.
It wouldn't have happened
in the first place
if Keith here hadn't have kept
a wounded dog in that room untethered.
Nobody knew Sally was
going to go in there.
I told you once, Paul,
it had nothing to do with me.
—Or me!
—Or any of us!
Too busy enjoying the sport.
Well, it's not sport now, is it, Trevor?
We agreed when we cleared this mess up
that even if they found her,
they'd have nothing to go on
but the bites.
Well, that's changed now.
Dalziel wants to charge
someone with murder.
And I'm telling you all, here and now,
it's not going to be me.
So what do you suggest?
We look for a scapegoat?
Could have been Charlie.
He's out there somewhere.
He knows the place well enough.
You disappeared off that night,
I remember.
So did Trevor.
And you were coming and going
half the bloody night.
Oh, look, come on!
Whatever happened to Sally, it's done.
There's nowt we can do about it.
—Just stick with your stories.
—KEITH: And what then, eh, Mike?
Just hope Dalziel gets fed up,
walks away?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ANIMAL GROWLING)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
(SNORING)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
What?
Told you I might need you.
—Yeah, all right.
—All right?
I haven't been all right
since I got stuck in this place.
In there!
PASCOE: Two women in two days.
DALZIEL: Aye.
-But not just any woman.
—Well, who is it?
Well, you'd know if you'd been here
doing your homework.
Kate Walker, Nicki's mum.
Who, as far as we know,
has been dead for seven years.
(ANIMAL GROWLING)
(SIGHS)
—Evening, Doc.
—It's morning, actually.
—Sorry to get you out of bed.
—No, you're not.
—Have you got a cause of death?
—Asphyxia.
Caused by compression of the throat,
leading to respiratory failure.
—She was strangled.
—When?
Ah, that's trickier.
She'd been frozen, you see?
Notice the mould growing round
the nostrils and the freezer burns.
New one on me.
Can we tell
how long she's been frozen for?
No.
But I've been able to establish roughly
how old she is, or was, when she died.
I'd say 25 to 30, tops.
—How old was she when she disappeared?
—Twenty eight.
So someone's kept her in a freezer
all this time?
Is there any way of telling if
they were both killed by the same man?
Another tough one.
From the bruising on the bodies,
I'd say both women struggled
with someone before death.
And both were sexually assaulted.
-Are you sure?
—Yes.
But only girl number two,
Walker, was actually raped.
You'll be pleased to hear
I managed to get you a semen sample.
We should have some DNA results later.
Maybe my luck's changing.
You can go back to bed now.
(DOG BARKING)
Morning.
—You leaving that?
—Heart attack on a plate.
So, what do we do next?
Try and work out why Charlie Walker
would rape and kill his wife,
stick her in a freezer and
then get her out seven years later,
after he'd killed Sally Craig.
There's no proof it's the same killer,
is there?
And no way of knowing
if any evidence against Charlie Walker
from the original case stands up.
PASCOE: Some of it's consistent.
We know they were supposed
to have had an argument that night
and there was blood on the bed.
No evidence of a rape, though.
A rape and a murder
I can just about deal with.
But the rest of it
just doesn't make sense.
If murder made sense,
we'd all be out of a job, Spike.
Assuming the same man killed
both women for a moment,
whether it was Walker or not,
it narrows the field a lot.
To someone who was there
on both occasions.
Paul Pitman must have been.
And Walker and Mike Pitman.
But he was alibied by Jess.
Well, I can't see Paul Pitman
raping his own sister.
They weren't the only people
who were in Skelsby that night, though.
—Who else?
—Trevor Nesbitt.
He was staying at the Bar guest
the night Kate disappeared.
Do some digging, Spike.
I want to know a bit more.
Oh, and run a financial check on him,
Henshaw and the Pitmans.
What are you thinking?
Someone's been making a lot
of illegal money
out of their nighttime shenanigans.
Sally must have known
something about it.
Or maybe that night, she found out
more than was safe for them or her.
—Thanks for coming, Mike.
—Charlie.
What, don't you recognise me?
Well, I reckon seven years in prison
is enough to change anybody.
You're going to get caught.
You know that, don't you?
—Well, they haven't managed it yet.
—Sally Craig's dead.
They think you might have killed her.
I never killed anybody.
But I know the man that did.
I was out here
night before last, remember?
My first night of freedom.
Recognised this old heap of yours,
saw you stop.
But I didn't realise what was going on.
Not till I pulled her out of
those rocks, anyway.
All right, all right, all right.
I put her there.
-But I didn't kill her. I swear to you.
—Don't explain to me.
I'm beyond caring. I won't tell a soul,
as long as you get the money
that I'm owed, and Nicki.
—I haven't got your money.
—Seven grand.
What Trevor owes me.
Plus my share of the last winnings.
And I want to see Nicki today.
Then I'll take me chances.
You can take yours.
Morning, Jess. Is, um... Is Mike around?
—No. He's gone to...
—I'm here.
I thought you were going
to the cash and carry?
—Shall we sit down?
—Okay.
(EXHALES)
We, uh, found another woman last night.
Oh, no.
We... We believe it's your daughter,
Mrs Pitman.
Can you...
Are you sure?
We'll have to arrange
a formal identification.
There's not a lot of doubt, though.
(JESS SOBBING)
Not now, love.
After all these years?
You surely can't be positive.
There are special techniques
we can employ nowadays.
As Andy says, there's no real doubt.
DALZIEL: I'm sorry, love.
I know it's not easy
to hear after all this time.
Do you know what happened?
How she died?
We're still collecting evidence.
But we should be able to establish
exactly what happened
and who was responsible.
Charlie killed her, we know that much.
We can't be certain of that now, Jess.
Look, if there's anything we can do,
anything you need, just ask, all right?
Obviously, we'll leave it up to you
how you tell Nicki.
(PHONE RINGING)
Will you get that, Peter?
Hello? Yeah.
(SIGHS) Yeah. Okay.
No, I'll let him know.
Excuse us a minute.
Make sure they're okay.
What's up?
That was Ashurst. We got a problem.
The semen sample he got
from Kate Walker's body
didn't contain any sperm.
No sperm means low—copy DNA,
which means no results.
Or not for months, anyway.
Well, it counts out Charlie Walker.
We know he wasn't firing blanks,
there's Nicki to prove it.
Unless he had a vasectomy
after Nicki was born.
Yeah, that's a point.
Even if he didn't, I mean,
still only counts him out
for the rape, not the murder.
Anyway, looks like we're stuck.
We can't access medical records
and we can't ask every relevant
male for a semen sample.
I want to get Spike up here.
I reckon the Pitmans
could do with some support.
And we need to try and pin down
where Kate's body was kept
and why it was moved.
What, search every freezer in the area?
Police work, Peter.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
Morning, sir.
Mind if we have a look in the back?
(CHATTING, INDISTINCT)
Where are you going now?
—The bank.
—Why?
Put the till money in.
I cashed up yesterday.
There's hardly anything there.
Do I have to account to you
for everything I do nowadays?
—Mike.
—What?
(SIGHS)
I want to talk to you. I'd like...
I need something from you.
I'd like to know how you feel.
We've spent seven years
waiting for news, hoping...
I've told you,
there was never any point in hoping.
How can you say that?
(SOBS) I was her mother.
I couldn't just give up.
If I've told you once,
I've told you a hundred times.
Sometimes you've got to
shut the book in life.
You've got to get on with your own life.
It's easy enough
for you to say, isn't it?
She wasn't your daughter.
You just shut the book and it's over.
—Your whole life's a closed book.
—Don't start with me.
You never really
were like a father to her.
—Listen...
—You never really cared about Kate.
It broke Paul's heart
when his sister died.
You didn't help him.
You didn't give him anything,
you didn't give me anything.
I loved Kate!
I wanted to be a father to her.
For God knows how many years
I tried to be to be a father to her.
She wouldn't accept me.
And you're no better.
Shutting me out.
Taking her side, always defending her.
And Paul, he's...
He's what?
He's what, Mike?
Nothing.
Oh, what's the point?
It's too late. Too late for everything.
Look, Jess...
—Just leave me alone.
—Listen.
I said leave me alone!
(WEEPING)
—What are you doing up here?
—I've seen Charlie.
You what? (SCOFFS) I don't believe you.
—He wants the money you owe him.
—Your problem, Mike. Not mine.
And I want to know
what you think you're doing.
My grandmother's just passed away.
I'm clearing her house.
Don't mess me around.
—You've lost me.
—MRS STIMPSON: Is it a visitor?
Does he want a cup of tea, Trevor?
—Don't play games with me, Trevor.
—Or what?
What are you going to do about it?
I'm not letting you get away with this.
You haven't got a lot of choice,
have you, Mike?
—MRS STIMPSON: Trevor.
—It's all right, Mrs S.
He's not stopping.
—How did the Pitmans take the news?
—Okay. Just about.
—Anything for us?
—Financial checks just came through.
Nesbitt's interesting.
Before he bought his current business,
he was a credit write—off.
One or two failed ventures.
1993, he had to sell his house
to pay off the loans he'd stacked up.
And then in 1996, everything changed.
He bought this business and
he's been raking in the cash ever since.
—What about the Pitmans?
—Opposite story.
They've had to remortgage the Bar guest
twice in the past six years.
All their savings are gone.
Oh, and Mike Pitman withdrew £2,000
in cash about an hour ago.
—Well, it could be wages.
—Sir.
It's the search team.
They've found something.
-Quite a set—up.
—Set—up for what?
Dog—fighting.
I saw something like this once before,
in Bradford.
—What's all this, then?
—Some kind of tranquiliser, probably.
Sometimes they chain the dogs.
Close enough to wound, but not
so close that one of them
can quickly overpower the other.
—Improves the sport.
—MAN: Sir.
That's the pattern on the skirt
Sally Craig was wearing.
(SIGHS) I think I've seen enough.
So where do you want to start? Henshaw?
Frank Fyley.
He hasn't got the bottle to hold out
on us as much as the rest of them.
By gum, Frank, you've been busy.
—Is Trevor about?
—No.
His grandmother died yesterday.
He's at the undertaker's,
making the arrangements.
Oh, good.
'Cause it's you
we're anxious to talk to.
How's Nicki doing?
I haven't had the heart to tell her yet.
Mike thinks I'm wrong but...
I've got a little boy.
I can't imagine where I'd even start.
It must be really hard for both of you,
coping with what's happened.
All those years
I dreamed she was still alive somewhere.
Now there's nothing. No hope, even.
Can...
Is there anything you can tell me
about Kate, about how she died?
We're still following up
on our enquiries.
It's just all these years I've waited,
I've never really known
what she went through.
I think it's best if you speak
to Mr Dalziel.
She was my daughter, Sergeant.
I'm sorry.
It... It's the not knowing.
It's like torture.
It's worse than anything. Please?
There's new evidence.
Well, we're not sure now
if Charlie killed her.
Of course he did.
He used to slap her when he was drunk,
even after Nicki was born.
Do you know if Charlie had
a vasectomy after Nicki?
No, I... I'm sure he didn't.
Not the sort of man to...
—What's this got to do with anything?
—I'm not sure I should be doing this.
I need to know, please.
(EXHALES)
There's evidence
that Kate was raped, Jess.
And we've just heard from
the pathologist
that whoever raped her was sterile.
(PHONE RINGING)
The Bar guest.
Oh, yes. (CLEARS THROAT) It's for you.
Thanks. DS Milligan.
Been to a dog-fight recently?
—No.
—(SCOFFS) That's odd.
Because we're fairly certain
that's where you were
the night before last with your friends,
Trevor and Keith and the rest.
We were hare coursing.
I can understand your reluctance
to be frank, Frank.
Lot of dirty money involved
in dog—fighting.
Thousands bet.
And some of the prize dogs
90 for racehorse prices, so I'm told.
Nasty form of entertainment,
if you ask me.
—And highly illegal.
—I couldn't tell you.
Did Sally Craig turn up
with Henshaw to watch?
Or perhaps she followed you down there?
Either way, she turns up
and someone wants a bit of fun with her.
Things get out of hand.
She runs into trouble
with one of your dogs.
And suddenly, you've got
a dead body on your hands.
Am I getting warm?
We've been down at the farm, Frank.
We got scientists all over it,
picking up evidence.
It's only a matter of time
before I've got proof.
Who was it lost control of himself?
I don't know. Honestly, I don't know!
Not me.
—It weren't me.
—Who found the body in the outhouse?
—Can't remember.
—Who found the body, Frank?
It was Trevor.
Spike, why aren't you at the Pitmans'?
A list of vehicles checked through
at the roadblocks came in.
—What am I looking for?
—There, house clearance van.
Went through about an hour ago,
having picked up some unwanted items
from a Mrs May Tetley.
Place called Staley Bank,
about two miles from here.
What about it?
The customer's name on the sheet
was Trevor Nesbitt.
May Tetley is his grandmother.
She died yesterday.
Pretty fast to get the removals men in.
Trace the van.
See what was collected, where it's gone.
I already did that, sir.
It's a junk shop in a little place
called Stoneborough.
The van dropped off
various items for sale,
including a large second—hand freezer
in working condition.
—You got something?
—A hair.
We'll have to get to the lab to be sure,
but he reckons it's a match.
Oh, uh... Hello, uh...
I'm Detective Superintendent Dalziel,
Wetherton CID.
This is Inspector Pascoe.
Is Mr Nesbitt about?
He's sorting out May's funeral.
He's due back any minute now.
Um, I've just popped in
from next door to help.
You don't think somebody
killed her, do you?
Oh, no, no, no. It's...
It's just a routine visit.
Can we come in?
I'm nearly finished, Nan. Come and see.
That's great, Nick.
Your teacher should be really pleased.
Do you think Mum saw the bar guest
before she died?
You don't want to think
about that, love.
If she was bad, it might've been
the bar guest that killed her.
Your mum wasn't bad.
And the bar guest isn't real, Nicki.
It's like witches and ghosts.
It's something out of
people's imaginations.
Your mum was very cross with your dad
about something and...
And he got angry back.
That's what happened.
But it was Granddad Mum was cross with.
What do you mean?
Granddad loved your mum.
I heard them.
I woke up and I heard them.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
The night Mum went away.
She was really angry.
I looked out the window
Mum and Granddad...
They were fighting.
She was really angry.
What is it, Nan?
Where's Mike, Kerry?
Don't know, Mrs Pitman.
I've hardly seen him all day.
Okay.
Here I am.
Talk away.
We've just had a chat with Frank
about what went on at the derelict barn.
We know you were there.
We know Sally was there.
And we know she died there,
in the outhouse.
Got anything to say about that?
I'd advise you to answer truthfully,
Mr Nesbitt.
Lying to us now will only
make things worse later.
All right.
There was a dog-fight at the farm.
Keith asked Sally to come along.
Left a wounded dog in the outhouse.
I couldn't tell you
why she went in there.
But you found her.
I went to look in on the dog.
She were already dead.
You may have heard,
we found Kate Walker last night,
Jess Pitman's daughter.
You were at the Bar guest the night
she disappeared, is that right?
I was.
In his statement at the time,
Mike Pitman said
he saw you go off to bed about 12:45.
A good two hours before
Kate Walker was last seen.
I can't remember details...
So, in theory you could have
left the inn later and killed her.
Except I didn't.
DALZIEL: You were married once,
is that correct?
—Any law against it?
-But you were divorced two years later.
(SCOFFS)
I don't see how this is relevant.
(SIGHS)
We didn't agree on things is all.
—What about children?
—We didn't have any.
Is that what you disagreed about?
I don't understand
what you're getting at.
-Are you sterile, Mr Nesbitt?
-Oh, come off it.
—Answer the question, please.
—No, I am not sterile.
—Have you had a vasectomy?
—No, I haven't.
Not that it's any of your business.
Kate Walker was raped
by a man with no sperm count,
then she was strangled.
Two nights ago,
the same man may well have done
the same thing to Sally Craig.
You're barking up
the wrong tree, Dalziel.
I've sired at least one child
in me lifetime that I know of.
—Maybe more.
—Can you prove that?
If I have to, yes.
I didn't kill Sally Craig.
Maybe not.
But you had a hand in her death.
(SCOFFS) You can't prove that.
And I had nothing to do
with Kate Walker's death.
—No?
—No.
So why did you keep her in your
grandmother's freezer all this time?
(LAUGHING)
(ECHOING) Come on.
(BOBBY WHINING)
Stay here, Bobby. Good boy.
When Mike and I were first married,
he was very keen to have a child.
I already had Kate. Anyway, we...
We tried for a couple of years.
Nothing happened.
He got very depressed about it. It...
It came between us.
There was a man, he stayed at the inn
regularly for about a year.
He was very nice to me. We used to talk.
One night, Mike was away and we...
Well, we... I fell pregnant.
I couldn't...
I let Mike think the child was his.
Paul was born.
I never saw the man again.
—Did you tell Mike?
—I wanted to, I just... I...
I couldn't tell Mike or Paul the truth.
It would've destroyed everything,
our marriage, our...
Our whole lives.
Did you tell Kate?
(SOBBING) The night she died.
I don't even know why now.
Kate was furious with Charlie,
talking about leaving him.
She was so black and white
about everything,
always judging people. I...
I just wanted her to see that
life isn't that simple.
The thing is...
Nicki says she saw Mike
with Kate that night.
Nicki says they were arguing.
Hello, sweetheart.
Where are you off to, then?
I was only going down to Uncle Paul
to see the puppies.
I wasn't going on the moor.
—Is your nan still upstairs?
—No, she's gone to the village.
I didn't kill her, Mr Dalziel.
PASCOE: We're having trouble
believing you, Mr Nesbitt.
I'm sure you can understand why.
I didn't kill Kate Walker.
So I'm asking you again.
Why did you keep her dead body?
I was using her for my pension.
What do you mean, pension?
Ask Mike Pitman.
—MILLIGAN: Sir!
—Can't it wait?
I don't think so.
NICKI: Where are we going to walk?
Well, remember the little huts,
where we used to have the picnics?
Under the crag?
(ECHOING) Come on.
Is that where Dad's hiding?
He's asked to see you.
—Does Nan know?
—No.
Or Andy?
Just us.
Mike! Nicki! Nicki, love!
—She's gone.
—Where might she go?
I don't know.
Nicki!
-Kerry, have you seen Nicki?
—She's gone out.
You were supposed to make sure
she stayed indoors.
Well, she was with Mike.
Saw them leave in his car just now.
Come on, lads. In you get, in you get.
Sir, patrol car's reported a sighting of
the suspect's Land Rover heading west
towards Kirby Crag.
—All right, you ready, darling?
—Yeah.
Okay, let's go.
Well, there's no one in the Land Rover.
DALZIEL: There they are.
Now, there's no need to be frightened.
I won't let anything happen to you.
Okay?
Do you remember me, Nicki?
We used to come here with your mum.
Don't be frightened.
Do you want to come inside,
with your granddad?
—All right.
—Yeah, 90 on.
I've got your money.
Two grand. That's all I could get.
You should make a run for it now
while you can.
NICKI: Are you coming in?
MIKE: Yeah.
—MIKE: I can't stay, Charlie.
—I know.
Come here a sec, Nick.
I didn't kill your mum, Nick.
I loved her.
We loved each other.
I would never have hurt her.
You should have
looked after her better, Dad.
Aye, love, I know.
I should have.
I want you to know from me...
(CREAKING)
What was that?
CHARLIE: Who are you?
NICKI: That's Andy. He's a policeman.
—I didn't tell him!
—He's not lying, Charlie.
Are you going to take my dad away?
We just want to talk to him
down at the police station, love.
Well, should I take Nicki?
Me car's only a couple of mile away.
We'd prefer it if you stay
where you are for now, Mr Pitman.
So, what do we do now? Just wait?
Yeah. We just wait.
Dad! Wait!
(PANTING)
—No, Nicki.
—Please, Dad. Don't go.
Come on, then.
—Charlie, wait!
—Just let us go.
All right. Let's stay calm.
Look, you're not going to
get far with Nicki.
—Why don't you let her go?
—No.
I'm staying with you.
Don't do anything stupid, Charlie.
We've got back—up coming.
—We can sort all this.
—Stay where you are.
We know you're innocent, Charlie.
—We know you didn't kill Kate.
—Don't give me that. I'm not that daft.
—It's not a trick.
—JESS: He's telling the truth.
—What?
—We know it wasn't you.
DALZIEL: Listen to her, Charlie!
CHARLIE: Yeah?
If it wasn't me, who was it, then?
Please trust me. It's all over, Charlie.
Just... Just let her go.
Go to your nan, Nicki.
—I wanna stay with you.
—Please, Nicki. You must.
I love you.
Okay, Charlie?
NICKI: (SOBBING) Sorry, Nan.
JESS: I know, love. It's all right.
Your dad'll be all right.
Let me take her.
You go with the sergeant, Nick.
It'll be okay, love.
-Jess...
—Shut up!
—It was an accident! It was an accident!
—(YELLING)
—It was a mistake!
—Let me go!
Was Sally an accident, too?
No, that was nothing to do with me.
It was Nesbitt.
He told me it was all his fault,
but he knew I couldn't say anything.
Because he had the evidence to prove
you're a rapist and a murderer.
It was an accident, man.
It was the drink.
I was legless, man, so was she.
She kept going on at me
and going on and on, saying I was
useless, pathetic, worthless.
Sniggering, laughing at me
'cause I didn't know
that Paul wasn't my son.
—So you raped her.
—I don't know what happened!
To this day, I can't remember.
I just flipped.
I snapped!
Nesbitt knew what I'd done.
Said he'd come round,
sort everything out.
Said he'd get rid of the body
on the moor.
But he didn't.
He stuck her in his old gran's freezer.
Next day, he came round,
he blackmailed me for a hundred grand!
Charlie had already been
picked up by the police.
I been paying him ever since,
watching him build up his business!
Seven year, looking after
Jess and Nicki!
I forgave her for what she did to me!
Save it for the interview.
Look, I know what I did was evil.
I've had seven year
to think about that, man!
Go on.
DALZIEL: Keep walking.
(BARKING, MIKE SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(DOG BARKING, SHEEP BLEATING)
(GROWLING)
WOMAN: Red 27, where are you?
(RADIO DISPATCH CHATTER, INDISTINCT)
(DISPATCH CHATTER CONTINUES)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
First call for Church Street
Anyone in the area?
I need a first cell for Church Street
(PANTING)
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR)
No network coverage?
What do you bloody mean
no network coverage?
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(CHAIN CLINKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GROANS)
(PHONE RINGING)
—Hello?
—DALZIEL: Peter!
What do you want, Andy?
Me car's knackered,
me mobile's not working
and I'm stuck in a phone box
at the arse—end of nowhere.
You'll have to some and get me, Peter.
Call the breakdown people.
-I'm busy
—Busy doing what?
I'm standing here in full tartan,
hypothermia '5 setting in
and me tranklements are frozen solid
Where are you?
—Skelsby Moor.
—(HELICOPTER WHIRRING ABOVE)
That's 40 miles away!
Well, you can do it in half an hour
if you put your foot down.
I'm sorry, Andy. No way.
Call a cab, Find a local to help,
—Peter!
Night, Andy.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Peter! You selfish sod!
(DOG GROWLING)
—Why are you dressed like a girl?
—Why are you dressed like a boy?
I'm not.
—What's your name?
—Nicki. I live here.
—That's Bobby. What's yours?
—Andy.
—Do you like dogs, Andy?
—Well, I prefer them without the fangs.
That's a bar guest. It's a local legend.
He brings death and misfortune
to people.
Well, that's nice.
He only takes revenge
on evildoers, so...
Oh, I must remember to
mind me manners, then.
Oh, eh. Don't you cheek
the customers, Nicki.
—Hey, Bobby. Night.
—Night, love.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING AND TALKING)
Hey up!
Hey, put him down.
Don't know where he's been.
I might do, I might.
Hey, Mike.
Sally can't get away
from customers, hey?
(LAUGHING)
Oh, aye.
Sally, Sally, pride of our alley.
-Are you serving, love?
—Yeah.
Single malt as it comes
and make it a double, please.
No problem. Bad night?
Aye, me car broke down
a mile up the road.
Can't get anybody to come out.
It's real brass monkey
weather out there.
Oh, we'll soon warm you up.
Eh, see what the cat's dragged in.
Don't fancy yours much. (LAUGHS)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
—Do you do rooms here?
—Aye, few.
Any chance of one for tonight?
Uh, we're pretty busy.
Number nine's free, Mike.
£32 excluding breakfast.
But the room's small, mind.
Anywhere I can get me head down
would be a bonus.
—I'll get someone to make the bed up.
—Very kind of you. Thanks.
In that case, I'll have another
single malt. Large one, please.
(ALL TALKING, INDISTINCT)
Oh, last of the big spenders, eh?
(CHUCKLES)
Same again? Yeah.
Same again all round
when you're ready, Sal.
She's all right, our Sally, isn't she?
—She is, aye, yeah.
—You passing through?
You've not been dipping sheep
in that get—up, I take it?
Charity do on the coast.
On me way back to Wetherton. You?
Well, you could call me an expat.
Me family all came from Skelsby.
Me gran still lives local.
I have me own poultry business
about 20 mile east.
Long way to come for a pint.
Oh, no. I'm up here with friends.
Come for the fishing.
Hey, Sal.
Poultry business must be doing well.
Oh, I scratch a living. (CHUCKLES)
Here you are, love.
You keep that on the bar for later.
—All right.
—Ta, love.
Word of advice.
You'll not pull in that. (LAUGHS)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(MAN PANTING)
Go on. Tell him what your job is.
It's a joke in itself, is that.
Works for me, this Frank.
Seven year now. Go on, tell him.
At the moment,
I'm inseminating turkeys.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Does his wife know?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Bad, eh? And the pay's chicken feed.
(LAUGHS)
Come and have a word.
We'll be in the kitchen.
What's that about?
Keep calm, Trevor. No need to panic.
—Best find out what's going on.
—Take it easy, will you?
Do you want to startle the horses?
WOMAN: Thanks, Inspector.
I'll show you out.
—Thank you.
—Mike.
There's trouble?
—Charlie's escaped from prison.
—You're joking, aren't you?
I'm splitting me sides here, aye.
—Well, is he coming this way?
—They don't know.
We'll have to call it off for tonight.
It's too late now.
Everyone's had the nod.
There's a police helicopter
searching the whole area.
We can take precautions. I'm looking
to make a proper killing tonight.
That's not the only consideration here.
Look, it's too risky with all these...
All part of the sport, eh, Mike?
(SIGHS)
You got a problem?
There's a prisoner escaped.
Think he might be up on the moor.
Creep forward
and see what they're doing,
but for heaven's sake don't let them
know they are watched!
You should have been in bed ages ago.
And you shouldn't be watching that.
—It's only a film.
—Well, switch it off, now.
Do you think our family's cursed, Nan?
Of course not, love.
It's just stories to frighten people.
Come on. Let's get you into bed.
Come on.
That room's ready when you want it,
Mr Dalziel.
—Okay.
—(SLAPPING)
You vicious cow!
That's what you get for
going near my husband, you little slag.
—I was only talking to him.
-Oh, yeah? And the rest!
—Tracy, will ya?
—And you're no better!
—For God's sake, girl!
-Get off!
I said get off me!
(MEN WHOOPING)
We got it all in Skelsby, eh?
Cat fights, escaped prisoners...
Time to drink up now.
Poor old Sally.
Better than watching the soaps, innit?
(LAUGHS)
Give it a rest, will you?
Looks like you're having a worse night
than me, love.
Another double
and whatever you're having.
-Oh, thanks.
—The name's Andy.
—Thanks, Andy.
—TRACY: Slag.
Hope the bloke you were fighting
over was worth it.
No, he's not.
But I'm not going to be sticking around
this dump much longer, anyway.
Mr Henshaw said he's going to get me
a job. He owns a few clubs in Leeds.
I'd recommend sleeping on
a decision like that one, love.
Right, time to hit the road.
You're not stopping, then?
No, we're off to the lake
for a bit of eel fishing.
It's grand down there on a full moon.
—Isn't that right, Frank?
—Aye.
—So I'll bid you a good night.
—Night.
—I might come along later.
—TREVOR: All right.
(BED CREAKING)
-Are we off or what?
—Where do you think?
-Oh, come on.
—Hey, Sally.
(INDISTINCT)
I'll have her back in a bit.
(LAUGHS)
(GROANS)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Go on, son! Go on, son!
(SOBBING)
—Come on!
—Come on!
(CRYING)
(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL SHOUTING)
(DOG SNARLING)
(DOG BARKING)
(SCREAMING)
(GASPING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING,
MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(SNORING)
(GROANS)
(SHIVERING)
(GRUNTS)
(BELCHES)
(BELCHES)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
(SHIVERING)
—Have you seen Sally?
—No.
I could do with some help
with these breakfasts.
Well, the lads won't want any.
They've already left.
—They might have said.
—Well, it doesn't make any difference.
It's all extra cash, Mike. We need
every penny. You could at least...
Don't start now, Jess, okay?
Marilyn called in sick.
Can you pick Tom up at 3:00?
Thanks, Mum. See you later.
Sorry I'm late. Where is he?
I need at least one cup of coffee
before I face the wrath of Khan.
Relax, Spike.
He broke down on his way home
last night. He'll be hours yet.
(SIGHING) Thank you.
Did you see the news?
A Cat A prisoner from Welbeck
went AWOL on Skelsby Moor last night.
Do we know him? The prisoner?
Not on our patch.
Wasn't back then, anyway.
Wonder if he's
bumped into Andy in his kilt yet.
(DOG BARKS)
—Not a rugby man, then?
—I'm a girl.
Nan says rugby's dangerous, anyway.
You look terrible.
Your eyelids are all puffy.
Your skin's sagging.
Haven't you got
any friends you can be rude to?
—Bobby's my best friend.
—I'm better looking than Bobby.
All right, sweetheart?
Right, it's now or never
if you want that lift to your car.
All right, okay.
She's not backward in coming forward,
your Nicki, is she?
—She's a straight talker, right enough.
—You can say that again.
—Is she your daughter?
—Granddaughter.
—Parents not about?
—No.
Did you get through to
the breakdown, did you?
Yeah, they're on the way, so they say.
-Fishermen left early this morning.
—Aye.
—Round here, is it?
—Yeah, down here somewhere, yeah.
—Over here!
—What's going on here?
—Don't know.
—Stop! Stop! Help!
—What's he want?
—Need your help, please!
Could you help?
There's someone down there, a girl.
(DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)
—Where?
—Over there.
(WOMAN CRYING)
(DOG WHINING)
Oh, no!
—We'd better call the police.
—There's no need.
He said she'd been savaged.
Could have been by a big cat. You hear
about them roaming on the moors.
—It's highly unlikely.
—It's not impossible.
Since the Endangered Species Act,
it's illegal to...
It's still highly unlikely.
So you're buying the pints then,
when it turns out I'm right?
I don't know who's more trouble
to work with, you or Andy.
Flattery will get you nowhere
with me, sir.
PASCOE: It's Mel Gibson.
He could have shaved his legs.
The socks are particularly fetching.
Oh, doesn't look happy.
Oh, he'll cheer up
now he's got a body to deal with.
—You get stuck in second gear?
—Trousers.
Good of you to come all this way, Peter.
I was otherwise engaged.
It's nearly 40 miles.
And it was 11 o'clock when you rang.
36 miles, actually, and it was 10:17.
—What have we got?
—Sally Craig.
Barmaid, in the pub I stayed in
last night.
Twenty years old. Nice kid.
Well, she was, anyway.
She's taken quite a blow
to the back of the head.
Did you talk to her?
Well, there was a set—to last night
over the landlord's son, Paul.
—Sally came off worse than the wife.
-Crime of passion, then.
—Jealousy or lust?
—Well,
I reckon young Sally was attracting
plenty of both in the bar last night.
There were
seven or eight blokes staying.
Went off eel fishing by moonlight
at some local lake.
Left first thing.
—We'll need details.
—Okay.
Who's done all this to her?
These bites on her neck and chest?
Foxes, probably. Scavengers.
We'll need Ashurst
to take a look in situ.
Yeah, um...
I'd avert your eyes, Spike,
I reckon you've seen enough to put you
off your dinner for one night.
I suppose you've heard about
the escaped prisoner, sir?
He was local, apparently.
Aye, there was a PC
came in the pub last night.
The landlord mentioned something.
Was he dangerous?
Murdered his wife. Name of Walker.
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
Nicki, love. Can you come here a minute?
Your granddad and I
need to talk to you.
—What about?
—Come here, pet.
It's about your dad, sweetheart.
Now, your nan and me thought
it'd be better coming from us
than hearing it from somebody else.
He's escaped from prison.
Come here, Niki,
NICKI: Why has he escaped?
—Is he coming here?
—No, no. He wouldn't do that, love.
And your nan wants you and Bobby
to stay in for now.
—But...
—No, I am serious, Nick.
I don't want you on that moor
with or without Bobby until...
Until it's safe, all right?
—Okay.
—Promise?
(SIGHS) I promise.
—Good girl.
—Yeah.
(SIREN WAILING)
CHARLIE: Get off me, Inspector.
Just get off me!
CHARLIE: Look, just let me go...
(SCREAMING)
I want to speak to my daughter.
I want to speak to Nicki.
Nicki!
Get off me. Get off me. Let me go now.
(CONTINUES PROTESTING)
Let me go. (YELLS)
She were going straight to Paul's
after we'd finished the session.
"Get an answer out of him
one way or another," she said.
Okay. Thanks, love.
I want criminal records checks
on all the staff and guests,
including the fishermen.
And we'll need an
incident room set up.
This'll be a laugh
with no mobiles working.
We're not employed to have a laugh.
Come on, Peter.
Mr and Mrs Pitman.
This is Inspector Pascoe.
—We need to ask you some questions.
—Sure.
We understand Sally lived here,
above the bar?
We'll need to search her room.
-Oh, and did she have a car?
—Yeah.
Little old red Fiesta.
Should be round the back.
Any idea who was the last person
to see her?
—Probably you, Mike.
—I suppose so, yeah.
Well, I closed the bar
just after you'd gone up.
Sally went to her room.
I got to bed at about half one.
You didn't go fishing with Henshaw
and the rest, then?
No. I was too tired by then.
The prisoner who escaped last night
was your son—in—law?
He murdered my daughter.
Was it him?
Do you think he killed Sally?
Well, it's too early
to be sure of anything yet.
—JESS: What about the trial?
—What about it?
(SIGHS)
Well, Sally was the main witness for the
prosecution. She was just a kid then.
She lived with her mum,
next door to Kate and Charlie.
She'd heard them arguing
the night that she disappeared.
When the sentence was read out in court,
he went berserk.
He said he'd pay her back one day.
Uh—uh!
—Any progress, doc?
—I think so.
Quite a puzzler, though, this one.
At the outset, it looked like she died
from that nasty hematoma.
Bang to the head.
Probably caused by
being pushed or falling,
rather than blow, by the way.
And that's not inconsistent with
the pattern of bruising on her forearms,
which suggests she struggled violently
with someone shortly before death.
—Any sign of sexual assault?
—Not sure as yet.
I've just examined
her superficial wounds.
It's cold out there.
I'm fairly certain
that those animal bites
were sustained
before she was dead and hidden.
Not afterward s.
And someone, or something else,
pulled her out again.
—Wanted her found, you mean?
—It looks like it.
So what's the puzzle?
I won't be sure of that
till I get her back to the lab.
But from the blood loss and other signs,
I'd say it was about 50—50 whether
it was the head injury that killed her
—or whether she was mauled to death.
—By what?
Not a fox, that's for sure.
Those tears were made by something
pretty monstrous.
Great big canines.
(DOG GROWLING VICIOUSLY)
What's got into them, eh?
Listen, do you want to go
and finish off?
—What do you want?
—A word with you and your wife.
Tracy's away at her brother's.
stormed off last night.
Came back this morning to give me
a bit of rag, you know.
That how you got those scratches?
No. That's one of the dogs.
—What do you want to talk to me about?
—The Test match.
You and Sally Craig.
I assume you've heard she's dead?
Look, we saw each other two or three
times is all. I broke it off weeks ago.
—What went on last night?
—Sally was stirring it.
Did she come here after work last night?
Who told you that? No.
Never saw her after me and Tracy
left the pub.
I saw you in the car park half an hour
later with Sally and the fishermen.
Yeah. No, I forgot.
I came back to see me dad
about something.
—What something?
—Bit of business.
—Then what did you do?
—I went home.
On me own.
—And stayed put the rest of the night?
—Yeah.
(DOG BARKING AND GROWLING)
—You keep some big dogs here.
-So?
We think Sally was
attacked by a big dog.
May even have been what killed her.
No, none of these
would do anything like that.
Ask your wife to give us a call.
—What do you reckon?
—He's got no alibi.
Maybe she came down,
found him in the kennels, they argued
and one of the dogs went for her.
Nah. I got the impression
Sally had changed her mind about Paul,
given him up as a bad job.
She's more interested
in getting away from here.
Give us your car keys.
—What for?
—I'm digging a hole to China.
Driving helps me think.
It's my car, Andy.
(MOCKING) "It's my car, Andy."
I live in hope
you'll grow up one of these days.
Never. (LAUGHS)
Hello? Hello?
Mrs Tetley?
It's Julie, with your dinner.
Mrs Tetley?
Are you there?
Are you on the toilet?
Mrs Tetley?
Any other stretches of water
round here?
Not according to the map.
So, this is where our band of merry men
went fishing last night?
If they were fishing.
You know,
I didn't notice any rods and tackle
when they packed up
to leave this morning.
Well, they must be avid followers
of the country code if they were here.
It's strange there's no sign.
No beer bottles, no tyre tracks.
Everything's strange around here.
Come on.
Is this you on top of things, Spike?
Don't give me a hard time, sir.
I'm doing my best in bad circumstances.
Any word from Forensics
or the search team?
Yeah, there might be.
If I get the bloody phones working.
(PHONE RINGING)
DS Milligan.
Deep pan what?
(SIGHS) Wrong number, mate.
(SIGHING)
Come on.
(DOG BARKING)
Don't open the door.
—Don't panic.
—Give me a good reason why not.
(LAUGHING)
You can come out, you know.
They only attack coppers in uniform.
—DI Pascoe. Trevor Nesbitt.
—How do.
-Are you coming in?
—Yeah.
—I heard about Sally. Terrible business.
—Aye.
We'd like a word with Frank
if he's here.
Aye, he's with me turkeys.
I'll walk you through.
Hey, put the dogs in
for us, Terry, will you?
—How was the fishing last night?
-Oh, no great shakes.
—Nothing for the pot?
—Not this time.
You'll have to dip your feet.
Frank!
The police are here
to see us about Sally.
Mr Fyley.
Trevor tells us your trip to the lake
was a bit of a washout.
Nothing much biting.
Can you tell us
what time you arrived there?
When you got back?
We got down there about, uh, 12:30?
Aye, we left early, though,
didn't we, Frank? Yeah.
—That's right.
—Had a few drinks
to keep our spirits up.
Got cold eventually,
packed up, went back to the inn.
—What time was that?
—Well, must've been about half—four.
Anyone see you coming in?
Mike gives us a key to the back door,
so we don't need like letting in.
So neither of you saw Sally Craig
after you left the inn last night?
—She didn't turn up where you were?
—No. Nowt like that.
What was going on with Sally
and your mate...Henshaw, is it?
In the car park last night?
Oh, just a bit of flirting,
nowt serious.
She was trying to make
poor old Paul jealous.
You left the pub early this morning.
Aye, he was still digesting
his ale, eh, Frank?
No one was up for the full English.
I didn't notice any fishing tackle,
rods or the like.
No point in fishing for eels
with a rod and line, Mr Dalziel.
Decent torch and nets are all you need
to catch them creatures.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(DOG BARKING)
Helicopter spotted it down
a gully on the moor.
Found it on the back seat.
She wasn't a folder, then?
Fits in with what I found in her room.
She left her perfume and stuff.
I reckon someone's gone to
a lot of trouble
to make it look like
Sally packed up and left last night.
And if Ashurst's right, someone else
didn't want it left that way.
I can't see Walker
managing all this on his own.
Stashing the body and the car.
Packing up her clothes.
So maybe he's got an accomplice.
(PHONE RINGING)
—Bar guest.
—CHARLIE: Mike.
What... What are you doing
ringing here?
For God's sake, Charlie,
man, you gone mad?
Listen, there's no one else, Mike.
You've got to meet me.
I can't do that, man.
The place is crawling with police.
Just do it! Listen to me.
You do exactly what I ask.
I'll [all you tomorrow
and tell you where.
Listen, I swear to you,
if you don't help me,
I'll come and take what's mine.
—JESS: Nicki!
—Coming, Nan.
If you're not doing your project,
can you put it away, love?
—Yeah.
—Good girl.
No news from the police about Charlie?
—No.
—I just want him caught.
—Aye.
—I'll be in the bar.
—Can I go out yet?
—No. Not yet, love.
There's been an accident.
—What sort of an accident?
—It was Sally.
—What sort of an accident?
—Well, we're not sure yet.
Is she dead? Did the bar guest hurt her?
I had a dream...
I know, your nan told me.
There's no such thing as a bar guest.
He only hurts bad people.
Are you frightened? Of Dad?
No. I'm not frightened.
And you shouldn't be frightened, either.
Your dad loved you.
He wouldn't hurt you.
—I can promise you that, Nick.
—He hurt my mum.
(SIGHS)
Right, I'm off to Mike's
to sort out our account.
—You should stay clear, Trev.
—I don't see why.
We've just had the police here.
I've nowt to worry about, have I?
Mr Nesbitt, phone for you.
Social Services, about your gran.
I got to my brother's at one,
had a cup of tea and went to bed.
—Where does your brother live?
—Tillotts Farm, 10 miles from here.
I'd never hurt her. Not seriously.
Gave her quite a slap,
from what I've heard.
It was hardly anything.
I've walloped Paul
a lot harder than that.
I'd had a few vodkas.
She was trying it on with him.
She deserved that much.
Okay, Tracy.
That will do for now, thanks.
What did Tracy have to say for herself?
I wouldn't want to get on the wrong
side of her and a few vodkas.
She's got an alibi.
I don't think she's involved.
What about the CRO check?
Only one name came up, Keith Henshaw.
He owns a part share in the greyhound
track outside Wetherton.
Barnes Bridge.
Must be where I've seen him.
He also owns a couple of
dodgy clubs in Leeds.
Got investigated about four years ago
for procuring underage girls.
No charges were brought.
—No sightings of Walker?
—No. Not yet.
Some food was stolen from a freezer
last night about five miles away.
—Could have been him.
—That was the lab.
Ashurst found some blood
on Sally's skirt that isn't hers.
They're checking it now.
Also, he's found some more bruising.
He now says
he thinks she was sexually assaulted.
(RACING ANNOUNCEMENTS OVER PA)
Take a seat.
—Do you want a coffee?
—No, ta. We've got a lot on.
Tell us about you and Sally Craig.
—Nothing to tell.
—Didn't look like that last night.
Well, she's an attractive girl.
We all like an attractive girl,
don't we?
She said you'd offered her a job.
Well, I might have mentioned something
a few weeks back.
So when did you last see her?
Last night. After we left to go fishing.
—She was outside having a smoke.
—And?
—And nothing.
—You had words with her. I saw you.
Well, then you'll know.
That's what they were. Just words.
That's not what the forensic says.
There was evidence
she'd been sexually assaulted.
Well, that had nothing to do with me.
You were all over her at the bar.
Didn't touch her.
If you offered her a job, maybe there
was something you wanted in return.
I said I didn't harm the girl.
I'm not buying
much of this so far, Mr Henshaw.
I thought you were
catching eels last night.
I feel sure there was something
going on between you and Sally
before you left the pub.
I'm looking to charge someone
with murder here.
Perhaps you'd prefer to talk
at a police station, under caution.
All right. I'll tell you what happened.
We weren't going fishing.
We had a bit of tamping planned.
Got the cars, a few fast dogs,
got out on the moors, caught the hares
in the headlamps.
Set the dogs on them,
take bets on which one gets there first,
tears it apart. Am I right?
It's not my kind of thing.
And it's illegal.
Go on.
Well, Sally told me
she had a mind to come with us.
Fancied a bit of fun.
I said I'd meet her down at the lake
in an hour, after the bar closed.
Take her down wherever we were.
An hour later, I turned up,
she didn't.
—End of story.
—Maybe. Maybe not.
Don't leave the country, Mr Henshaw.
We might want to talk to you again.
PASCOE: She could have gone to
Paul Pitman's after Henshaw left her.
She could have gone anywhere.
Henshaw could be lying
about her not turning up.
He said he had dogs with him.
One of them could have attacked her.
No, lurchers and greyhounds are bred
for speed, though, aren't they?
They're not particularly aggressive.
Mike Pitman must have known
what they were really up to.
And Paul, I reckon.
He was probably with them.
—Maybe she bumped into Charlie Walker.
—(SCOFFS) Out walking his killer dog.
We should talk to all the others,
see if they corroborate Henshaw's story.
A tenner says Henshaw's on the blower
right now, making sure of it.
Thanks for coming so swiftly.
I'll come down the parlour
in the morning.
(SIGHS)
I'm ever so sorry, Trevor, love.
-Oh, thanks, Mrs S.
—I made tea.
Cheers.
—I'd best start on some clearing.
-But there's no hurry, is there?
Oh, you know the council.
They'll be wanting to move someone in
before Gran's cold.
—Come round if you need owt.
—Will do. Bye, love.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello. Keith.
Calling to offer your condolences?
You winning, Spike?
I'm managing.
How did it go with Henshaw?
Oh, he spun some yarn
about illegal hare coursing.
—Was he lying?
—Well, I bet Peter a tenner on it.
Any word from the lab?
They've matched the blood on Sally
Craig's skirt to Charlie Walker's DNA.
-Are they certain?
—DNA doesn't lie.
Puts him back in the frame, then.
No news of his whereabouts?
Local uniform are manning road blocks
in the area tonight, just in case.
Well, he's not a ghost.
He's got to be out there somewhere.
Well, he's from round here. He probably
knows plenty of places to hide.
This is his file that just arrived.
I've had a quick look through,
and there's one interesting detail which
nobody bothered to mention to us.
They never found the body.
Walker was convicted on forensics
and Sally Craig's testimony alone.
(SIGHS) All right.
Well, there's not a lot more
we can do tonight.
Have you found somewhere to stay?
There's a B&B in the village,
but I prefer to get home, sir.
Yeah, me too.
Well, we can't waste time
going back and forth.
I'd rather not leave Tom overnight,
if I can help it.
—And I've got a date.
—You're staying.
—Andy!
—No arguments! That's an order.
What are you doing?
—Going out.
—Where?
—None of your business.
—You have to talk to me, Paul.
—Not now.
—Yes, now!
The police have just told me
Sally was attacked by dogs.
I want to know
what you had to do with it.
Leave me alone, will you, Tracy?
I'll leave you for good is what I'll do.
I'll tell the police.
-You'll say nothing.
—I'll do what I like.
Oh, you liked the money
well enough, though, didn't you, eh?
-Oh, you're involved, pal.
—I didn't kill anyone, though, did I?
Now, you shut your trap!
—Do what I tell you. Do you hear me?
-Oh, yeah? Or what?
(GASPS)
(EXHALES)
—Need a hand?
-Oh, thanks, love.
—I've got to go out for a bit.
-Oh, whatever for?
I won't be long.
JESS: Charlie is out there somewhere.
—There's something I've got to sort out.
—Nicki and I need you here.
MIKE: For Christ's sake,
I'll only be gone an hour.
(WOMAN SHOUTING, INDISTINCT)
MIKE: I said...
JESS: Mike, answer me!
Hey, there's a nice pub down the road.
I'm off for pie and chips.
Are you coming?
-We're going home.
—I've already told you, no.
Some of us have lives to live, Andy.
—We'll be back at 7:00 tomorrow.
—I may need you before that.
We're going.
I'll see you in the morning.
Night, sir.
(DOOR CLOSES)
POLICE CONSTABLE: Thank you, sir.
Evening.
(DOGS WHIMPERING)
—They all right?
—I gave them a shot.
—I found somewhere to keep them for now.
—What are we all doing here?
I could have brought the animals
straight to you.
We shouldn't even be risking it
—with the police everywhere.
—Shut up, Frank.
-So?
—I've had a visit from Dalziel.
He told me that someone
tried to rape Sally last night.
—What?
—And they found her car this afternoon.
I told you
it weren't even safe down there.
What other choice did we have?
MIKE: We should have stopped
the fights months ago.
I warned you it was getting out of hand.
TREVOR: Look, we've all done
well out of this.
PAUL: Who's we?
You brought her here in the first place.
She didn't come with me.
I arranged a lift for her is all.
You were told
to keep the women out of it!
It wasn't me who couldn't keep
his trousers zipped up
—as far as Sally was concerned.
-Are you accusing me?
—Calm down, Paul.
—Steady, lads. Mike's right.
No point in starting a battle over this.
There were 20—odd blokes
here last night,
could have been any one of them.
We did the only thing we could
in the circumstances.
It wouldn't have happened
in the first place
if Keith here hadn't have kept
a wounded dog in that room untethered.
Nobody knew Sally was
going to go in there.
I told you once, Paul,
it had nothing to do with me.
—Or me!
—Or any of us!
Too busy enjoying the sport.
Well, it's not sport now, is it, Trevor?
We agreed when we cleared this mess up
that even if they found her,
they'd have nothing to go on
but the bites.
Well, that's changed now.
Dalziel wants to charge
someone with murder.
And I'm telling you all, here and now,
it's not going to be me.
So what do you suggest?
We look for a scapegoat?
Could have been Charlie.
He's out there somewhere.
He knows the place well enough.
You disappeared off that night,
I remember.
So did Trevor.
And you were coming and going
half the bloody night.
Oh, look, come on!
Whatever happened to Sally, it's done.
There's nowt we can do about it.
—Just stick with your stories.
—KEITH: And what then, eh, Mike?
Just hope Dalziel gets fed up,
walks away?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ANIMAL GROWLING)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
(SNORING)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
What?
Told you I might need you.
—Yeah, all right.
—All right?
I haven't been all right
since I got stuck in this place.
In there!
PASCOE: Two women in two days.
DALZIEL: Aye.
-But not just any woman.
—Well, who is it?
Well, you'd know if you'd been here
doing your homework.
Kate Walker, Nicki's mum.
Who, as far as we know,
has been dead for seven years.
(ANIMAL GROWLING)
(SIGHS)
—Evening, Doc.
—It's morning, actually.
—Sorry to get you out of bed.
—No, you're not.
—Have you got a cause of death?
—Asphyxia.
Caused by compression of the throat,
leading to respiratory failure.
—She was strangled.
—When?
Ah, that's trickier.
She'd been frozen, you see?
Notice the mould growing round
the nostrils and the freezer burns.
New one on me.
Can we tell
how long she's been frozen for?
No.
But I've been able to establish roughly
how old she is, or was, when she died.
I'd say 25 to 30, tops.
—How old was she when she disappeared?
—Twenty eight.
So someone's kept her in a freezer
all this time?
Is there any way of telling if
they were both killed by the same man?
Another tough one.
From the bruising on the bodies,
I'd say both women struggled
with someone before death.
And both were sexually assaulted.
-Are you sure?
—Yes.
But only girl number two,
Walker, was actually raped.
You'll be pleased to hear
I managed to get you a semen sample.
We should have some DNA results later.
Maybe my luck's changing.
You can go back to bed now.
(DOG BARKING)
Morning.
—You leaving that?
—Heart attack on a plate.
So, what do we do next?
Try and work out why Charlie Walker
would rape and kill his wife,
stick her in a freezer and
then get her out seven years later,
after he'd killed Sally Craig.
There's no proof it's the same killer,
is there?
And no way of knowing
if any evidence against Charlie Walker
from the original case stands up.
PASCOE: Some of it's consistent.
We know they were supposed
to have had an argument that night
and there was blood on the bed.
No evidence of a rape, though.
A rape and a murder
I can just about deal with.
But the rest of it
just doesn't make sense.
If murder made sense,
we'd all be out of a job, Spike.
Assuming the same man killed
both women for a moment,
whether it was Walker or not,
it narrows the field a lot.
To someone who was there
on both occasions.
Paul Pitman must have been.
And Walker and Mike Pitman.
But he was alibied by Jess.
Well, I can't see Paul Pitman
raping his own sister.
They weren't the only people
who were in Skelsby that night, though.
—Who else?
—Trevor Nesbitt.
He was staying at the Bar guest
the night Kate disappeared.
Do some digging, Spike.
I want to know a bit more.
Oh, and run a financial check on him,
Henshaw and the Pitmans.
What are you thinking?
Someone's been making a lot
of illegal money
out of their nighttime shenanigans.
Sally must have known
something about it.
Or maybe that night, she found out
more than was safe for them or her.
—Thanks for coming, Mike.
—Charlie.
What, don't you recognise me?
Well, I reckon seven years in prison
is enough to change anybody.
You're going to get caught.
You know that, don't you?
—Well, they haven't managed it yet.
—Sally Craig's dead.
They think you might have killed her.
I never killed anybody.
But I know the man that did.
I was out here
night before last, remember?
My first night of freedom.
Recognised this old heap of yours,
saw you stop.
But I didn't realise what was going on.
Not till I pulled her out of
those rocks, anyway.
All right, all right, all right.
I put her there.
-But I didn't kill her. I swear to you.
—Don't explain to me.
I'm beyond caring. I won't tell a soul,
as long as you get the money
that I'm owed, and Nicki.
—I haven't got your money.
—Seven grand.
What Trevor owes me.
Plus my share of the last winnings.
And I want to see Nicki today.
Then I'll take me chances.
You can take yours.
Morning, Jess. Is, um... Is Mike around?
—No. He's gone to...
—I'm here.
I thought you were going
to the cash and carry?
—Shall we sit down?
—Okay.
(EXHALES)
We, uh, found another woman last night.
Oh, no.
We... We believe it's your daughter,
Mrs Pitman.
Can you...
Are you sure?
We'll have to arrange
a formal identification.
There's not a lot of doubt, though.
(JESS SOBBING)
Not now, love.
After all these years?
You surely can't be positive.
There are special techniques
we can employ nowadays.
As Andy says, there's no real doubt.
DALZIEL: I'm sorry, love.
I know it's not easy
to hear after all this time.
Do you know what happened?
How she died?
We're still collecting evidence.
But we should be able to establish
exactly what happened
and who was responsible.
Charlie killed her, we know that much.
We can't be certain of that now, Jess.
Look, if there's anything we can do,
anything you need, just ask, all right?
Obviously, we'll leave it up to you
how you tell Nicki.
(PHONE RINGING)
Will you get that, Peter?
Hello? Yeah.
(SIGHS) Yeah. Okay.
No, I'll let him know.
Excuse us a minute.
Make sure they're okay.
What's up?
That was Ashurst. We got a problem.
The semen sample he got
from Kate Walker's body
didn't contain any sperm.
No sperm means low—copy DNA,
which means no results.
Or not for months, anyway.
Well, it counts out Charlie Walker.
We know he wasn't firing blanks,
there's Nicki to prove it.
Unless he had a vasectomy
after Nicki was born.
Yeah, that's a point.
Even if he didn't, I mean,
still only counts him out
for the rape, not the murder.
Anyway, looks like we're stuck.
We can't access medical records
and we can't ask every relevant
male for a semen sample.
I want to get Spike up here.
I reckon the Pitmans
could do with some support.
And we need to try and pin down
where Kate's body was kept
and why it was moved.
What, search every freezer in the area?
Police work, Peter.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO)
Morning, sir.
Mind if we have a look in the back?
(CHATTING, INDISTINCT)
Where are you going now?
—The bank.
—Why?
Put the till money in.
I cashed up yesterday.
There's hardly anything there.
Do I have to account to you
for everything I do nowadays?
—Mike.
—What?
(SIGHS)
I want to talk to you. I'd like...
I need something from you.
I'd like to know how you feel.
We've spent seven years
waiting for news, hoping...
I've told you,
there was never any point in hoping.
How can you say that?
(SOBS) I was her mother.
I couldn't just give up.
If I've told you once,
I've told you a hundred times.
Sometimes you've got to
shut the book in life.
You've got to get on with your own life.
It's easy enough
for you to say, isn't it?
She wasn't your daughter.
You just shut the book and it's over.
—Your whole life's a closed book.
—Don't start with me.
You never really
were like a father to her.
—Listen...
—You never really cared about Kate.
It broke Paul's heart
when his sister died.
You didn't help him.
You didn't give him anything,
you didn't give me anything.
I loved Kate!
I wanted to be a father to her.
For God knows how many years
I tried to be to be a father to her.
She wouldn't accept me.
And you're no better.
Shutting me out.
Taking her side, always defending her.
And Paul, he's...
He's what?
He's what, Mike?
Nothing.
Oh, what's the point?
It's too late. Too late for everything.
Look, Jess...
—Just leave me alone.
—Listen.
I said leave me alone!
(WEEPING)
—What are you doing up here?
—I've seen Charlie.
You what? (SCOFFS) I don't believe you.
—He wants the money you owe him.
—Your problem, Mike. Not mine.
And I want to know
what you think you're doing.
My grandmother's just passed away.
I'm clearing her house.
Don't mess me around.
—You've lost me.
—MRS STIMPSON: Is it a visitor?
Does he want a cup of tea, Trevor?
—Don't play games with me, Trevor.
—Or what?
What are you going to do about it?
I'm not letting you get away with this.
You haven't got a lot of choice,
have you, Mike?
—MRS STIMPSON: Trevor.
—It's all right, Mrs S.
He's not stopping.
—How did the Pitmans take the news?
—Okay. Just about.
—Anything for us?
—Financial checks just came through.
Nesbitt's interesting.
Before he bought his current business,
he was a credit write—off.
One or two failed ventures.
1993, he had to sell his house
to pay off the loans he'd stacked up.
And then in 1996, everything changed.
He bought this business and
he's been raking in the cash ever since.
—What about the Pitmans?
—Opposite story.
They've had to remortgage the Bar guest
twice in the past six years.
All their savings are gone.
Oh, and Mike Pitman withdrew £2,000
in cash about an hour ago.
—Well, it could be wages.
—Sir.
It's the search team.
They've found something.
-Quite a set—up.
—Set—up for what?
Dog—fighting.
I saw something like this once before,
in Bradford.
—What's all this, then?
—Some kind of tranquiliser, probably.
Sometimes they chain the dogs.
Close enough to wound, but not
so close that one of them
can quickly overpower the other.
—Improves the sport.
—MAN: Sir.
That's the pattern on the skirt
Sally Craig was wearing.
(SIGHS) I think I've seen enough.
So where do you want to start? Henshaw?
Frank Fyley.
He hasn't got the bottle to hold out
on us as much as the rest of them.
By gum, Frank, you've been busy.
—Is Trevor about?
—No.
His grandmother died yesterday.
He's at the undertaker's,
making the arrangements.
Oh, good.
'Cause it's you
we're anxious to talk to.
How's Nicki doing?
I haven't had the heart to tell her yet.
Mike thinks I'm wrong but...
I've got a little boy.
I can't imagine where I'd even start.
It must be really hard for both of you,
coping with what's happened.
All those years
I dreamed she was still alive somewhere.
Now there's nothing. No hope, even.
Can...
Is there anything you can tell me
about Kate, about how she died?
We're still following up
on our enquiries.
It's just all these years I've waited,
I've never really known
what she went through.
I think it's best if you speak
to Mr Dalziel.
She was my daughter, Sergeant.
I'm sorry.
It... It's the not knowing.
It's like torture.
It's worse than anything. Please?
There's new evidence.
Well, we're not sure now
if Charlie killed her.
Of course he did.
He used to slap her when he was drunk,
even after Nicki was born.
Do you know if Charlie had
a vasectomy after Nicki?
No, I... I'm sure he didn't.
Not the sort of man to...
—What's this got to do with anything?
—I'm not sure I should be doing this.
I need to know, please.
(EXHALES)
There's evidence
that Kate was raped, Jess.
And we've just heard from
the pathologist
that whoever raped her was sterile.
(PHONE RINGING)
The Bar guest.
Oh, yes. (CLEARS THROAT) It's for you.
Thanks. DS Milligan.
Been to a dog-fight recently?
—No.
—(SCOFFS) That's odd.
Because we're fairly certain
that's where you were
the night before last with your friends,
Trevor and Keith and the rest.
We were hare coursing.
I can understand your reluctance
to be frank, Frank.
Lot of dirty money involved
in dog—fighting.
Thousands bet.
And some of the prize dogs
90 for racehorse prices, so I'm told.
Nasty form of entertainment,
if you ask me.
—And highly illegal.
—I couldn't tell you.
Did Sally Craig turn up
with Henshaw to watch?
Or perhaps she followed you down there?
Either way, she turns up
and someone wants a bit of fun with her.
Things get out of hand.
She runs into trouble
with one of your dogs.
And suddenly, you've got
a dead body on your hands.
Am I getting warm?
We've been down at the farm, Frank.
We got scientists all over it,
picking up evidence.
It's only a matter of time
before I've got proof.
Who was it lost control of himself?
I don't know. Honestly, I don't know!
Not me.
—It weren't me.
—Who found the body in the outhouse?
—Can't remember.
—Who found the body, Frank?
It was Trevor.
Spike, why aren't you at the Pitmans'?
A list of vehicles checked through
at the roadblocks came in.
—What am I looking for?
—There, house clearance van.
Went through about an hour ago,
having picked up some unwanted items
from a Mrs May Tetley.
Place called Staley Bank,
about two miles from here.
What about it?
The customer's name on the sheet
was Trevor Nesbitt.
May Tetley is his grandmother.
She died yesterday.
Pretty fast to get the removals men in.
Trace the van.
See what was collected, where it's gone.
I already did that, sir.
It's a junk shop in a little place
called Stoneborough.
The van dropped off
various items for sale,
including a large second—hand freezer
in working condition.
—You got something?
—A hair.
We'll have to get to the lab to be sure,
but he reckons it's a match.
Oh, uh... Hello, uh...
I'm Detective Superintendent Dalziel,
Wetherton CID.
This is Inspector Pascoe.
Is Mr Nesbitt about?
He's sorting out May's funeral.
He's due back any minute now.
Um, I've just popped in
from next door to help.
You don't think somebody
killed her, do you?
Oh, no, no, no. It's...
It's just a routine visit.
Can we come in?
I'm nearly finished, Nan. Come and see.
That's great, Nick.
Your teacher should be really pleased.
Do you think Mum saw the bar guest
before she died?
You don't want to think
about that, love.
If she was bad, it might've been
the bar guest that killed her.
Your mum wasn't bad.
And the bar guest isn't real, Nicki.
It's like witches and ghosts.
It's something out of
people's imaginations.
Your mum was very cross with your dad
about something and...
And he got angry back.
That's what happened.
But it was Granddad Mum was cross with.
What do you mean?
Granddad loved your mum.
I heard them.
I woke up and I heard them.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
The night Mum went away.
She was really angry.
I looked out the window
Mum and Granddad...
They were fighting.
She was really angry.
What is it, Nan?
Where's Mike, Kerry?
Don't know, Mrs Pitman.
I've hardly seen him all day.
Okay.
Here I am.
Talk away.
We've just had a chat with Frank
about what went on at the derelict barn.
We know you were there.
We know Sally was there.
And we know she died there,
in the outhouse.
Got anything to say about that?
I'd advise you to answer truthfully,
Mr Nesbitt.
Lying to us now will only
make things worse later.
All right.
There was a dog-fight at the farm.
Keith asked Sally to come along.
Left a wounded dog in the outhouse.
I couldn't tell you
why she went in there.
But you found her.
I went to look in on the dog.
She were already dead.
You may have heard,
we found Kate Walker last night,
Jess Pitman's daughter.
You were at the Bar guest the night
she disappeared, is that right?
I was.
In his statement at the time,
Mike Pitman said
he saw you go off to bed about 12:45.
A good two hours before
Kate Walker was last seen.
I can't remember details...
So, in theory you could have
left the inn later and killed her.
Except I didn't.
DALZIEL: You were married once,
is that correct?
—Any law against it?
-But you were divorced two years later.
(SCOFFS)
I don't see how this is relevant.
(SIGHS)
We didn't agree on things is all.
—What about children?
—We didn't have any.
Is that what you disagreed about?
I don't understand
what you're getting at.
-Are you sterile, Mr Nesbitt?
-Oh, come off it.
—Answer the question, please.
—No, I am not sterile.
—Have you had a vasectomy?
—No, I haven't.
Not that it's any of your business.
Kate Walker was raped
by a man with no sperm count,
then she was strangled.
Two nights ago,
the same man may well have done
the same thing to Sally Craig.
You're barking up
the wrong tree, Dalziel.
I've sired at least one child
in me lifetime that I know of.
—Maybe more.
—Can you prove that?
If I have to, yes.
I didn't kill Sally Craig.
Maybe not.
But you had a hand in her death.
(SCOFFS) You can't prove that.
And I had nothing to do
with Kate Walker's death.
—No?
—No.
So why did you keep her in your
grandmother's freezer all this time?
(LAUGHING)
(ECHOING) Come on.
(BOBBY WHINING)
Stay here, Bobby. Good boy.
When Mike and I were first married,
he was very keen to have a child.
I already had Kate. Anyway, we...
We tried for a couple of years.
Nothing happened.
He got very depressed about it. It...
It came between us.
There was a man, he stayed at the inn
regularly for about a year.
He was very nice to me. We used to talk.
One night, Mike was away and we...
Well, we... I fell pregnant.
I couldn't...
I let Mike think the child was his.
Paul was born.
I never saw the man again.
—Did you tell Mike?
—I wanted to, I just... I...
I couldn't tell Mike or Paul the truth.
It would've destroyed everything,
our marriage, our...
Our whole lives.
Did you tell Kate?
(SOBBING) The night she died.
I don't even know why now.
Kate was furious with Charlie,
talking about leaving him.
She was so black and white
about everything,
always judging people. I...
I just wanted her to see that
life isn't that simple.
The thing is...
Nicki says she saw Mike
with Kate that night.
Nicki says they were arguing.
Hello, sweetheart.
Where are you off to, then?
I was only going down to Uncle Paul
to see the puppies.
I wasn't going on the moor.
—Is your nan still upstairs?
—No, she's gone to the village.
I didn't kill her, Mr Dalziel.
PASCOE: We're having trouble
believing you, Mr Nesbitt.
I'm sure you can understand why.
I didn't kill Kate Walker.
So I'm asking you again.
Why did you keep her dead body?
I was using her for my pension.
What do you mean, pension?
Ask Mike Pitman.
—MILLIGAN: Sir!
—Can't it wait?
I don't think so.
NICKI: Where are we going to walk?
Well, remember the little huts,
where we used to have the picnics?
Under the crag?
(ECHOING) Come on.
Is that where Dad's hiding?
He's asked to see you.
—Does Nan know?
—No.
Or Andy?
Just us.
Mike! Nicki! Nicki, love!
—She's gone.
—Where might she go?
I don't know.
Nicki!
-Kerry, have you seen Nicki?
—She's gone out.
You were supposed to make sure
she stayed indoors.
Well, she was with Mike.
Saw them leave in his car just now.
Come on, lads. In you get, in you get.
Sir, patrol car's reported a sighting of
the suspect's Land Rover heading west
towards Kirby Crag.
—All right, you ready, darling?
—Yeah.
Okay, let's go.
Well, there's no one in the Land Rover.
DALZIEL: There they are.
Now, there's no need to be frightened.
I won't let anything happen to you.
Okay?
Do you remember me, Nicki?
We used to come here with your mum.
Don't be frightened.
Do you want to come inside,
with your granddad?
—All right.
—Yeah, 90 on.
I've got your money.
Two grand. That's all I could get.
You should make a run for it now
while you can.
NICKI: Are you coming in?
MIKE: Yeah.
—MIKE: I can't stay, Charlie.
—I know.
Come here a sec, Nick.
I didn't kill your mum, Nick.
I loved her.
We loved each other.
I would never have hurt her.
You should have
looked after her better, Dad.
Aye, love, I know.
I should have.
I want you to know from me...
(CREAKING)
What was that?
CHARLIE: Who are you?
NICKI: That's Andy. He's a policeman.
—I didn't tell him!
—He's not lying, Charlie.
Are you going to take my dad away?
We just want to talk to him
down at the police station, love.
Well, should I take Nicki?
Me car's only a couple of mile away.
We'd prefer it if you stay
where you are for now, Mr Pitman.
So, what do we do now? Just wait?
Yeah. We just wait.
Dad! Wait!
(PANTING)
—No, Nicki.
—Please, Dad. Don't go.
Come on, then.
—Charlie, wait!
—Just let us go.
All right. Let's stay calm.
Look, you're not going to
get far with Nicki.
—Why don't you let her go?
—No.
I'm staying with you.
Don't do anything stupid, Charlie.
We've got back—up coming.
—We can sort all this.
—Stay where you are.
We know you're innocent, Charlie.
—We know you didn't kill Kate.
—Don't give me that. I'm not that daft.
—It's not a trick.
—JESS: He's telling the truth.
—What?
—We know it wasn't you.
DALZIEL: Listen to her, Charlie!
CHARLIE: Yeah?
If it wasn't me, who was it, then?
Please trust me. It's all over, Charlie.
Just... Just let her go.
Go to your nan, Nicki.
—I wanna stay with you.
—Please, Nicki. You must.
I love you.
Okay, Charlie?
NICKI: (SOBBING) Sorry, Nan.
JESS: I know, love. It's all right.
Your dad'll be all right.
Let me take her.
You go with the sergeant, Nick.
It'll be okay, love.
-Jess...
—Shut up!
—It was an accident! It was an accident!
—(YELLING)
—It was a mistake!
—Let me go!
Was Sally an accident, too?
No, that was nothing to do with me.
It was Nesbitt.
He told me it was all his fault,
but he knew I couldn't say anything.
Because he had the evidence to prove
you're a rapist and a murderer.
It was an accident, man.
It was the drink.
I was legless, man, so was she.
She kept going on at me
and going on and on, saying I was
useless, pathetic, worthless.
Sniggering, laughing at me
'cause I didn't know
that Paul wasn't my son.
—So you raped her.
—I don't know what happened!
To this day, I can't remember.
I just flipped.
I snapped!
Nesbitt knew what I'd done.
Said he'd come round,
sort everything out.
Said he'd get rid of the body
on the moor.
But he didn't.
He stuck her in his old gran's freezer.
Next day, he came round,
he blackmailed me for a hundred grand!
Charlie had already been
picked up by the police.
I been paying him ever since,
watching him build up his business!
Seven year, looking after
Jess and Nicki!
I forgave her for what she did to me!
Save it for the interview.
Look, I know what I did was evil.
I've had seven year
to think about that, man!
Go on.
DALZIEL: Keep walking.
(BARKING, MIKE SCREAMING)