Dalziel and Pascoe (1996–2007): Season 8, Episode 4 - Soft Touch - full transcript

That's a decent suit he's wearing.

—Suicide?
—Could be.

DALZIEL:
Or he's a bloody good contortionist.

Well, someone's going to report
that he's not come home.

So we'll just sit by the phone,
shall we?

The case will solve itself.

Could be a robbery. His wallet's gone,
everything's been cleared out.

—Everything?
—Completely. No ID.

Well, it's either the case
of the meticulous mugger...

Or the killer doesn't want us
to find out who this fellow is.

(SIGHS) Let's get fingerprints, teeth,



anything else that might give us
a clue to his ID.

—What's got into you, Andy?
—Me?

I'm in the pink.
Why should anything be getting at me?

So, the deal is done.
Our Russian friends have signed up

and the good people of Moscow will be
wearing Matt is shoes next summer.

(MAN CHEERING)

Um...

When I went out to Russia,
I wanted an interpreter.

And I found much more.

Now, I don't think I need to remind you
all of the part Natalia has played

in securing this contract.

This export market is going to be
the making of Matt is Shoes

and it just would not have
happened without Natalia.

I like it here.
I'm so glad you brought me to England.



That was such a...

You know, everything happening
so quickly, no time to stop and think.

That's what's so right about you and I.
We're just...

We're just following our feelings,

not letting all that other stuff
get in the way.

Richard, you don't really know me.

Natalia, I have made mistakes in
my time and plenty of them but...

I think I'm old enough and I...
(CHUCKLES)

I hope I'm getting wise enough
to know when things are right.

In Russia,
we say when life is moving happily,

don't whip the horse.

What's the point in us waiting?

I don't care what they say.

We're going to show them
that you're here to stay.

There's something I want to show you.

It's over here. This way.

—So beautiful.
—Have the red one...

(THEY CONTINUE TALKING, INDISTINCT)

Taxi!

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: Doing things
the way we've always done them

nearly brought this company
to its knees, right?

MAN: It's not the way we work
that nearly done for this place.

Look, all that matters
is the way we do things now, okay?

And I would like you
to start using the dockets.

Deborah, have you got a minute?

Good God,
you look like you've seen a ghost.

Come on, Dad,
let's get you a cup of tea.

I've thought about it. It's what I want.

But Sam, look,
you can't have thought about it much.

—What would you do?
—Well, what do I do here?

There's you, there's Dad,
there's Deborah.

You've all got jobs, positions...

Have you thought about
what sort of work you'd do if you left?

I'm going to move away.

I'll speak to your father.
We'll give you more to do.

I'm not going to be
talked out of it, Mum.

Look at her.

She has no shame.

She didn't put us all in this situation,
Dad did.

As you know, Natalia,
this has always been a family business.

Richard's family, yes.

And it's always been run
by members of the family.

I don't want to put anyone
out of their place, Marion.

Of course you don't.

But I just feel it would make
everyone feel a lot easier if...

This can't be true.

You can't...

They're getting married.

Your father thinks he can do this to us.

SAM: When did this happen?

Last night.

I wasn't expecting it.

It's a beautiful ring.

You think the ring matters to me?

I don't need the ring
when I have the man that I want.

Why didn't you tell me about this, Dad?

(CHUCKLES) Not a lot of time, Deborah.

There's been so much going on and...
I mean, then last night

—seeing him on the street...
—What does he want?

Well, I don't know, he...
He called a few days ago.

(STAMMERING) I...

Oh, come on, Dad,
you must know why he was calling.

Well, he just said he was back
and that we'd be hearing from him.

Right, okay. Now, listen to me.

You need to get hold
of some cash for me.

£30,000.

By the look of decomposition,
he's been in the water

perhaps two weeks?

Well, there's nothing from
missing persons that matches.

No one's come forward
from the news reports.

Maybe you're better off dead, pal.

Was he dead by the time
he hit the water?

Most definitely.

Because of the amount of bleeding
inside the skull,

we can safely say that death occurred
prior to disposal in the water.

There's no definite signs in the tissue
to suggest that he drowned.

Shall we stop farting about
and call it murder?

We can't rule out the possibility
of accidental death.

We can't rule out the possibility
of a vicious gangland revenge killing.

Second time unlucky
for our bearded friend.

Second time?

Oh, yes.

If I wanted puzzles, Ashurst,
I'd do the crossword. Just spit it out.

We found this bullet in his lower spine.

—Popular sod, wasn't he?
-But not a lot of help to you.

I'd say it had been in there for...
two years?

Well, we found the wound and we, uh...
we went in and had a look.

It was in an inaccessible site,
tucked right into his spine.

Let's have all the usual tests,
shall we?

Might give us a clue to who
his old enemies were.

Are you going to tell me
what's up, Andy,

or we going to have to put up
with you chewing a wasp all week?

I had a little chat with them
upstairs yesterday, at their request.

They've decided I'm to be moved
as a superintendent in operations

to working on
the Best Values Review Panel.

There. You got your confession.

It'll be less hours.

—Regular work.
—Yeah.

And it would kill me. End of story.

VINCE: You were upset last night,
Jacquie. You were crying.

Vince...

I cry at kids' cartoons.

I'll be finished about 8:00.

You want to walk down
to the King's Head?

Maybe get a bite to eat?

Oh, I can't.

Shannon's going down with a virus again.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well,
if it's your kids, you've got to do it.

All right, what have we got
on the unknown goner?

MILLIGAN:
No witnesses have come forward, Sir.

We don't even know where
he was actually killed.

His fingerprints have given us no leads,

so chances are
he's got no criminal record,

which makes gangland revenge killings
a bit of a long shot.

Any luck tracing the suit?

It's Italian,
might have been bought in Rome,

might have been bought in Bradford.

Turning out to be a bit
of an awkward sod, isn't he?

We're not going to find the killer until
we find out the identity of the victim.

So I suggest you lot get your skates on.

Andy.

Sorry to hear about the, uh, you know.

—Who told you?
-Oh, everyone knows.

You don't have to take it, you know.

I've no intention of taking it.

Good lad.
You do like me, grab the money and run.

I tell you, retirement's going to be
the best thing that ever happened to me.

Saying, Peter.

Andy should take the cash,
let the next generation get on with it.

It's not a crowbar we'll need to get
Andy out of here, it's a forklift truck.

Debbie, come here.

What is it, Mum?

What does it mean?

Better call Dad.

Richard...

—Thank you.
—What for?

You brought me here
and you have given me so much.

That's only the beginning.

(PHONE RINGING)

What is it, son?

SAM: Dee“,
you need to come down to the factory

We'll have to call in the police.

Mum, why? It's a prank.

Why can we not just
deal with it ourselves?

Because there's a threat there.

If someone, whoever meant it,

do you really think
they'd be so considerate,

no, so stupid as to put up a warning,
a come—and—get—me notice?

Deborah, look at this.

Dad, come off it. You're the boss.

Somebody doesn't like
the new codes of practice.

Well, surely you're not saying
it's someone who works here? One of us?

Maybe this place isn't the happy family
you like to think it is.

I don't want to believe that anyone here
could do a thing like this.

You all know as well as I do
that this is a family firm.

We're all in this together.

There's got to be changes
if we're going to move on.

And if anyone has a grievance,

I can't believe you wouldn't come
and talk to me about it.

(DEBORAH TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

—It is mine, Dad, I have a...
—All right?

Everybody back to work.

And listen,
we don't want stuff like this.

Okay. Thank you.

RICHARD: Well, whatever you've got
to say, say it now.

What the hell are you doing?

(BANGING)

(RICHARD GROANING)

(FOREMAN CALLING OUT INSTRUCTIONS)

(MOBILE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Dalziel.

POLICEMAN: Sir, someonek been
found dead, a Richard Mattis.

How dead?

I've had a call out.

Dawn, I can't. Lou's here.

Mum, it's a murder.
I haven't got a choice.

—(SIGHS)
-Oh, great.

What happened to "You take that job,
Dawn, I'll be there for you"?

(KISSES SON)

I just didn't know I wasn't going to get
a life of me own, did I?

Is that another new shirt?

A present from Lou.

Looks quality.

Something off his stall.

He's keen, isn't he?

That makes two of us.

I'm glad for you, Mum.
You deserve a bit of fun.

Who found the body?

Two service hands
who were going for their tea break.

They're giving their statements
now, sir.

Oh, aye.

DALZIEL: Let's get Ashurst out of bed.

That thought's cheered me up already.

Where do you want to start?

The family.

SAM: We didn't know what to think.

It's a pretty clear warning.

DEBORAH: Dad seemed...agitated.

Did he say anything about who he thought
this little message might be from?

Nothing. We were all dumbfounded by it.

PASCOE: So you were all here
at the factory when it happened?

It was a busy time.
We all put in a lot of hours, you know.

Yeah, we know the feeling.

So, you were all here,

but you didn't notice anything untoward.

Heard anything?

It's a factory.

There are people moving around
all the time.

So that's a no, is it?

Superintendent, we're trying to help.

My children have just lost their father.
We don't need your barbs.

My apologies.

But as I say,
somebody killed your husband...

My ex—husband.

You say you were all here working.

Dad wasn't here.
He was at the house with Natalia.

Well, who's Natalia?

Dad went to a...
to Russia on business and he, um...

he brought her back with him.

And you didn't approve?

Of what, me father marrying
a stranger 25 years younger than him?

Oh, no, we were overjoyed. (CHUCKLES)

Has anyone told her what's happened?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I'm sorry, I'm not awake.
I took some sleeping tablets.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Something's happened.

Mr Matt is is dead.

Who?

I mean, do you mean Richard?

Yes.

An accident?

He was murdered.

I need to ask you some questions.

This is my fault.

I wasn't in love with him.

You were engaged.

I only wanted to get out of Russia.
Richard wanted to give that to me,

but it's like I touch something,
things go bad.

It is fated.

MILLIGAN: Sir.

We've got a problem.

Now, there's a surprise.

ASHURST: The body's been moved.

You can see from the trail of blood
where the body was dragged from.

(MOBILE RINGING)

You'd better see who that is, Spike.

You'll be contaminating evidence,
Mr Dalziel.

And we might be missing the killer
having a terrible pang of conscience,

calling up to confess.

I'll take full responsibility.

(MOBILE CONTINUES RINGING)

Sir, it's Richard Mattie's.

What's the message?

Three in the hour before he died,
someone called Chris.

That's my son.

Our youngest son.

(SUN [5 SHINING PLAYING)

Again, if you like.

Drinks, drinks?

Harvey, same again over here.

(SOBBING) Oh, Mum, what happened?

It's all right.

Sorry to intrude on your grief
but, uh...

a few questions.

Chris, can you tell me where you've
been tonight?

The early part of the evening.

Here.

Been here like all day, working and...

And I suppose this being
a very busy place

there'll be plenty of people about
to say they saw you?

—Dunno, ask them.
-Oh, I will, yeah.

When was the last time
you spoke to your dad, Chris?

We talk all the time.

Like every day, sometimes.

DALZIEL: When was it?

It must've been yesterday, here.

Chris, you called your father tonight,
three times.

You left messages. It sounded urgent.

Yeah, he'd, uh...

He'd called me,
said he needed to speak to me, yeah?

I had some work stuff
I needed to talk to him about.

Yeah, we were going to get together.
Yeah.

DALZIEL: Most people only need
one reason.

I'm just wondering
why you needed two or three?

How coherent would you be,
Superintendent,

if you'd just been told
your father was dead?

Chris...

What were you doing
around 8:00 this evening?

8:00. That's early in here.
No one about. Let us think.

Yeah, I was in here
with a friend of mine, just...

Just talking sort of thing.

A quiet drink
before it all kicks off, yeah?

What was his name?

Darrell Sylvian.

Oh, him.

So you were in here having a nice,
relaxed drink with your friend Darrell?

He didn't say relaxed.

He said he was having a quiet drink.

With a mother like this,
you won't need a solicitor, Chris.

(SIGHS)

WOMAN ON TV: Some of the residents
need round-the-clock care,

Staff and volunteers try to keep
members of the home comfortable

and entertained

Decent fare requires adequate resourres

and long spells in homes can be a
serious finacial burden for families.

You look rough.

Well, you look more rough.

What we have here, gentlemen,
is a conundrum.

No, what we have is a body.

And what we want
is some forensic findings.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This wound here is what killed him.

And here we've got a replica
of the beauty that did it.

I believe it's called
a four—inch clicker's knife.

It's used in shoe making.

The tip of the weapon was embedded
in the bone of the vertebrae in his neck

and snapped off.

This section here
was buried in his neck.

The handle...

and the tip of the blade was
broken off, perhaps in the struggle.

So the handle
could still be in the factory?

We know we didn't find him
where he was attacked.

But what this wound tells us is

the blade passed through the space
between two vertebrae

and damaged the spinal cords,
causing instant death.

So he was moved after he was killed?

Yes.

But what causes particular interest,
gentlemen,

is the skin was torn

but there was no bruising.

So it suggests that the blade
was broken off sometime later.

How much later?

I'd say around 10 to 20 minutes later.

Why the time delay?

There's your conundrum.

The killer came back later
to cover his tracks

when he knew he wouldn't be noticed,
or wouldn't be missed.

Possible.

And since we're all in the mood
for conundrums,

the bullet we took
from your unidentified man.

I got the report back from ballistics.
We've identified the firearm involved.

It's Kalashnikov AK—47.

Richard Matt is. We've got some
odd forensics on the wound.

And we've got our fascinating
Russian bride—to—be

and our unknown friend here

has a two—year—old Russian bullet
buried in his spine.

Now, I think that makes
a very interesting connection.

PASCOE: Well, not necessarily.

You can catch one of those bullets
in Manchester these days.

DALZIEL: That's true enough.

And very sage of you to be
so open—minded, Peter.

But I might also add that the canal is
only spitting distance from the factory.

And I think that makes
the Russian connection

the one that we should pursue.

Let's find out
if the fragrant Natalia knew him.

I'll have a chat with our
Moscow colleagues

and see what they can tell us.

Now, um, the youngest son
has given himself a very dodgy alibi.

—Darrell Sylvian.
—A regular scumbag.

—Convictions for ABH, extortion.
—Yeah.

Now, I'll be giving the boy Chris
my closest personal attention.

Anything else from the factory?

What about the painting, sir?

Now, I think that could be
telling us that...

(WHISTLING)

That could be telling us that someone
was pretty bloody angry.

So, who is it?

Who hated the sight of Richard Matt is
so much?

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

And let's see if we can find
that missing part of the weapon.

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

You're the foreman, so you move
around a lot, see everything.

VINCE: Everybody moves around.

Yeah, but you've worked here for years.
If something was odd,

like someone wasn't supposed to be in
here, then you would spot that, yeah?

You have your mind on the job,
everybody does.

Can you tell me what you were doing
in the 30 minutes

before Mr Mattie's body was found?

—I nipped out for a smoke.
—On your own?

No. With Jacquie.

Jacquie Whiting,
she works on the cutting machines.

I'll tell you what's bothering me.

Something terrible's happened
to your boss

in a place where
some of you have worked for years

and nobody wants to help us.

Mr Humphries?

I wasn't in last night.

I only just found out what had happened
when I came in this morning.

Otherwise, I, uh...
I would've told you sooner.

Told us what, Mr Humphries?

A couple of days ago...

I'm not saying
this is definitely going to help you

but it's just that

when I found out what had happened
I thought I should tell you.

Any information would be useful to us.

Mr Matt is came to me.

Anything to do with finances,
you see, it goes through me.

—And?
—He came to me,

and it was rather unusual

but it's not for me to judge, so...

He wanted £30,000 cash,

from the company account.

And I don't know what he did with it.

Mr Humphries tells me your father
withdrew £30,000

from the business account just
a couple of days before he was killed.

You didn't know?

My father does... Well, he did things
that make me want to scream, actually.

I take it this was
an unusual occurrence?

Well, I'd know about it if it wasn't,
wouldn't I?

You know we're going to dig
into your father's life

until we find out
what this money was for.

Look, my father was, uh...
Well, he was a bit of a soft touch.

Chris thinks that he is
a bit of a businessman,

bless him.

So he sets up these big projects,

but he can't do the work
to make them pay.

He just likes the look of himself being
the big mister, you know, and, um...

my father bailed him out
any number of times, I'm afraid.

So was it for Chris this time?

Well, no, maybe not. I mean, he...

He did say that he wasn't willing
to cough up any more.

He said it was for Chris's
own benefit, so...

But you've also got another idea about
where you think this money was going.

To Natalia? Well...

What do you think?

What you said, more the way you said it,
Richard being your ex—husband,

how come you're still here,
working this closely?

It's a family business.

Mrs Matt is,
were you still in love with him?

I am here, Superintendent,
for my children.

We built this business up for them.

Sounds to me like
more than a full—time job.

When the children were young,
we only made saddles.

That's what the factory was, going
right back through Richard's family,

and we were struggling.

So I said we should try other things.

Making shoes started to pay.

So, you see,
I've put my life into this business.

I'm not going to walk away

just because Richard's got himself
involved with some party girl.

It can't have been easy,

your ex bringing this
young woman in here,

under your nose.

(WOMAN SHOUTING)

I'm sorry, you're not allowed
through this door.

—Let me through.
—We can't, miss.

NATALIA: (SOBBING) Let me through.

No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay.
It's all right.

Natalia, Natalia, come on,
don't do this.

Don't do this to yourself.

It's all right.

I see what you're thinking!

I see you looking at me, blaming me!

Natalia, stop this.
No one's blaming you.

No, it is my fault!

—No, no, no, it's not your fault.
—You can hate me.

It's not your fault. It's okay.

—Natalia...
—I am the guilty one.

Natalia, look at me. Look at me!

You're going to be all right.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

Are you prone to that
kind of emotional outburst, Miss, uh...

—Chevlikin.
—...Chevlikin?

Only when the man
that I'm engaged to is killed.

You told me you didn't love him.

Yes.

And that's why I feel so bad,
because he loved me.

He was kind to me. He trusted me.

Did he mention anything to you
about some cash?

Some money?

No. Nothing.

Did he meet anyone here?

Someone who might have been
bothering him, perhaps?

No, not while I was here.

But you know,
something happened while we were out.

What?

We saw this strange—looking man.
His face was...

ugly.

Covers half of Wetherton.

Do you mean disfigured?

This man, I was shocked, but Richard...

Richard was like this man scared him.

Anybody else see him?

I can see that you would like
if I was lying to you.

Don't flatter yourself, love.

How old would say he was, Natalia?

It is not easy.
He could be 40, he could be 60.

Okay.

Right. What's your name, please?

(NERVOUSLY) Jacquie Whiting.

Are you all right?

Just, um...

He's dead.

Take you some believing.

To be honest with you, it's a relief
to see someone mourning the bloke.

One of your workmates...

uh, Vince Kilcline?

He said on the night
that Richard was found,

you were outside with him
having a cigarette.

What time was that exactly?

Outside...

Well, yeah, we do that sometimes.

So...

What time...

That's, uh...

Oh, I'd have to think.

7:00 or something...

7:30.

I don't know,
I didn't look at my watch. Sorry.

Everybody seems a little guarded,
a bit jumpy.

—Why do you suppose that is?
—Don't know.

Why would I know?
I just work here. Nobody...

I just work.
I've got kids, I have to work.

Okay, Jacquie.

I'm just trying
to piece things together.

You seem really upset.

Somebody died.

Somebody got killed.

Yeah, somebody got killed.
My point exactly.

(WHISPERING) I need this job.

Please, let me go.

Okay, Jacquie.

If you think of anything else,
then let us know.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

There he is.

Chris, all we've heard is
you were after money from your dad.

Well, yeah, I mean, he did help me out,
of course he did.

With loans and what have you,
but not 30,000.

Only this time,
your father turned the tap off.

I know who's told you this.
Me sister, yeah?

Well, you go and ask her.

Go and ask her about things she's said,
things she's done.

Like what?

Dad did lend me money,
I'm not denying that,

but if you look back, it's cheques
he gave me. Go and have a look.

Now, you listen to me, sunshine!

If you've got something to say
about your sister

or anybody else, for that matter,
you'd better cough it up now,

'cause I'm getting a bit sick of this
waltz round the houses.

Everybody knows.

Hey, that factory, the whole business,
she's going to have it

and no one's going to stop her.
Not me, not Sam, not Natalia

and certainly not Dad.

You get out on the
wrong side of the bed this morning?

I should be so lucky.

Oh, come on, then. Let's have it.

Well, I can't help wondering,

maybe you're losing sleep
or why you're losing sleep,

maybe it's not leaving you
in the best shape

to see what's right for this case.

I'm not stupid, you know, Peter.

I know that my turn will come
when I'm put out to pasture.

I know I have to accept it
but I don't want to!

I'll tell what sticks in my craw.

I look at that lot in there,
the next generation.

And if it's the likes of them
I got to make way for,

then we might as well all
jump off a bridge right now!

But it's not the likes of them
you'll be making way for, is it?

It's the likes of me.

Oh, I get it. I get it, yeah.

You can't wait for me to keel over,
can you?

So you can have the suit, the desk.

Did I say that?

Oh, come on, then. Here.
Come on, have it.

Go on. Dead man's shoe.

Here!

(CAR STARTS)

(GASPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

You all right?

What's this lot?

You joined another dating agency?

I'm going to show them to Natalia,

see if any of them might be our man
outside of the restaurant.

(WHISTLING)

Why is he always ruddy whistling?

A present.

Our man with no name.

Our odontologist tells me
his root canal work is so crude

it's got to be pre—glasnost
Eastern European.

—So he is Russian.
—Mmm—hmm.

At last.

You're sure?

It wasn't for long to look at him

but what I saw in his face,
I will never forget it.

What is this?

The man found floating in the canal
just a few days before Mr Matt is died.

He was murdered as well, you see.

And we were wondering
if you recognised him?

No.

Please, it is so awful.

Because, see, the thing is,
Miss, uh...Chevlikin,

we have good reason to believe
that this man is Russian,

and that seems to us to be
a bit of a coincidence.

So I'll ask you again,
are you sure you don't know this man?

He doesn't even look Russian to me.

DALZIEL: Eh?

I'm calling from Yorkshire.

What?

No, Yorkshire.

The capital of England.

What do you mean, nyet?

Ah, never mind!

Moscow Police.

Can't find a soul who speaks English.

If they rang here,
we'd be awash with multilingual coppers.

—Sir.
—Sir.

Have you thought about
taking sleeping tablets?

I might get some sodding sleep
if you lot gave me

a half—decent lead
on one of these murders.

Right, this bloke
with the disfigured face,

Natalia said Richard's reaction was
like he was scared of him,

he knew him, maybe.

So if Richard knew him, chances are

someone else at the factory
might know who he is.

I'll talk to Special Branch,

get them to send some DNA
of our mystery man to Moscow.

What do you want? Congratulations?

Get on with it.

Frightening sometimes, isn't he?

What's frightening is that
I might end up like him.

You'll have to practise his sour scowl.

Oh, I can do better than that, Spike.

I've already got the empty house
and the job that takes over your life.

Despite everything, we appreciate
what you've done for Matt is Shoes.

And so we wouldn't want you to go away

empty—handed, of course.

Of course.

You didn't even look to see
how much it was.

Because I know it is not enough.

I used to live in this house,
sleep in that bed.

Now I have to ring the doorbell
to be let in.

Do you know how that feels?

You have no reason to stay.
You are not wanted here.

I don't want to go back, Marion.
I cannot go back.

Why would you want to stay?

And why would you want me to go so badly
that you will pay me?

Because my family have worked hard
for years

to build up this business
into what it is.

I want what there is for my children.

What about my child?

—She's lying.
—That child has rights, claims...

—She has no intention of moving.
—I think she's lying.

I always knew Dad was pretty stupid.
I'm sorry, I know he's just died,

but if he has done this to us,
I will never forgive him.

Of course, we can insist on a DNA test.

Well, that's just going to delay
everything even more, isn't it?

It's a mess, it's...

—How did she seem?
—How do you think?

She was gloating.

Well, she obviously thinks she's going
to get one over on us with this.

Well, I am going to have her life
checked inside—out.

I don't care how much it costs.
I don't care how long it takes.

She is not going to get away with it!

Such a mess.
It's never going to get sorted out.

No, it's not. It's not a mess.

Listen to me. What is here is yours.

I'm not going to let
your father's stupidity ruin that.

I need that money now!

Chris, calm down.
Everything's going to be all right.

How is it going to be all right? How?

Dad's dead. I still need the money.
I need it now. You have to help me!

Chris, I haven't got that much money.
I couldn't get hold of it, not today.

There's money. Of course there's money.
Where's that money Dad had?

Hard cash, 30,000. Where's that?

Chris, can you not just stop
thinking about yourself for once?

I need the money. I owe people.
They want their money now!

Ah, family. It's all talk!

Eh? Where are you when I need you?

How's your little Shannon, Jacquie?

Getting better now, yeah.

Don't you think you should be
at home with her if she's sick?

Mr Kilcline.

I've given me statement.
There's nothing I can tell you.

What about something
that might have happened years ago?

I understand you've been working
at the factory since you left school.

Like what?

Like someone who might have worked here.

Like, uh, someone with a grudge.

You mean Stevie Earle?

It was a long time ago.
I didn't think it was possible.

But Marion,
this man might have killed Richard,

why would you keep this from us?

Oh, shame, I suppose.

DALZIEL: What's to be ashamed of?

Lies. Cowardice.

MAN:
It was the speciality of the house.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Self—interest.

(HUMMING)

Dangerous chemicals.

(SCREAMS)

When it happened,

we realised if Stevie Earle
sued us for compensation,

it could cost us everything.

If it brought in
Health & Safety investigators,

they would have closed us down.

We told him that the foreman
on his shift was saying he was drunk.

So it was his fault.

We told him he'd get nothing.

Someone pours acid
over your family portrait

and you're telling me
that you all looked at this

and no one thought it might
be this Earle fellow?

It was a long time ago.
I suppose nobody wanted to think that...

What happened to Stevie Earle?

We gave him some money,
couple of thousand, and that was it.

Except it's looking like that wasn't it.

When was the last time anyone saw him?

He sort of dropped off the map.

Did he have any family?

He was married.

There was a daughter, I think.

INSTRUCTOR: Hands stretched out.

Thank you very much, ladies.
See you all next week.

Jemma?

Jemma Earle?

I was eight years old.

I adored my dad. Adored him.

He was funny and daft and...

And then he was gone for so long.

I didn't understand about factories
and accidents.

I was waiting for him to come home.

And then, when he did,

it wasn't him.

I was only eight.

I didn't know.

Because...

I was scared of him.

Do you see? My own dad.

I know now what that
must have been like for him.

I was only a child.

And he reacted badly?

I mean, he always drank.

He just drank more and more.

So it all got worse.

And Mum,

she just couldn't take it any more.

And then he was just gone.

You haven't seen him since?

Well, I...

I just closed it all out.

But then, about two weeks ago...

He's been on my mind, you know.
He's my dad.

I wanted to sort of apologise.

I wanted to find him to talk.

Did you find him?

And?

He was beyond reach, he...

I think...

the accident,

it devastated him, yeah, but...

But what I did...

it broke his heart.

You were only a child.

Where is he now, Jemma?

Where did you find him?

(RINGS DOORBELL)

I just wanted to make sure
you were all right.

No, I'm not.
I'm more scared than I have ever been.

They've asked me to come and see you,
the family.

It must be so terrible for them.

They want to know
what you're going to do.

What is it that you want

when all this is over?

That is all I want.

I want this all to be over.

And that's all?

Of course.

Mother says you're pregnant.

Do you see?
In all this, that is the one good thing.

Do you see?

MAN: The thing is with Stevie,
he comes and he goes.

Has he got himself in some bother,
has he?

PASCOE:
When was the last time he was here?

A few days ago, it were.

To tell you the truth, I'd not be
sorry if he didn't come back.

Has he ever kicked off?
Been violent with anyone?

Oh, aye, but that doesn't make him
unique around here.

Got any particular friends in here?

Anyone I should talk to?

I wouldn't say Stevie went through life
making friends.

Any visitors?

We don't keep a guest book, but I'd know
if he had any, you know, company.

What about his daughter?

That's right, nice young thing.

You'd never suspect
she'd come from the likes of Stevie.

—And that's it?
—Definite.

If he turns up again,

or if there's anything else
you've forgotten,

might be a good idea to call me.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I'll have a pint of whisky.

(RINGING DOORBELL)

What's the big hurry
at this unearthly hour?

There's a bacon roll
waiting for you in the car.

A large coffee
would've been more useful to me.

I've sent the uniform lads to drag
the boy Chris out of his nice, warm bed.

We'll give him a roasting.

I get the feeling he's ready to cough.

I still say we'd be better
to find Stevie Earle.

— (MOBILE RINGING)
—Dalziel.

MILLIGAN:
Chris Mattis has gone missing, Sir.

Oh, lovely. Just what we need.

Did anybody talk to his mother?

When was the last time you saw him?

Uh, yesterday. We had a family meeting.

He'd been drinking.

Deborah, you don't know that!

No one's going to be surprised
by the news that Chris drinks.

Where would he go, do you think,
if he wanted to hide for a while?

He wouldn't. He'd tell us.

We've tried his ex—girlfriend
and a couple of his mates.

Yesterday,

he was upset
because he still needs money.

Why does he need this money so badly?

Look, Chris always needs money badly.

He gets in over his head.
He spends all his money on businesses.

He owns that club. It's his.

No, no, no. What he owns now
are the debts on the place.

Hi.

I was hoping to talk to Jacquie Whiting.

—She's not at her machine.
—No, she's not been in.

I think her daughter's sick
or something.

Thanks. Maybe I'll go talk
to her at home.

Uh. What are you doing here?

If it was any of your business
I might tell you, Darrell.

It is my business.
'Cause it's my club now.

Oh, that's handy.

'Cause now you can answer some questions
about how you came to own this place.

You don't mind if I call my solicitor,
do you?

Would you happen to know
where Chris Matt is is?

Only he seems to have vanished.

WOMAN: Good morning, Zadek & Co.

—Hiya, Janet, this is Darrell Sylvian.
-Hi, Darrell.

Yeah, could you ask Mr Zadek
to pop down to the Magnolia?

We understand you had
some business dealings with him.

-About an hour or so?
—Ta.

We know he owed you money.

Do you know what I think?

I think he'll just turn up.

And if he doesn't just turn up,

we're going to be crawling
all over your life, pal.

So you tell that to your solicitor.

(PHONE RINGS)

WOMAN: Sudbury Hostel for you.

Has he shown up?

So, what have you got for me?

You know, like, where you might be
able to find Stevie Earle.

Go on.

As I understand it, you have
special funds for this kind of thing.

Keep talking.

There was this woman looking for Stevie.

Smart type, well—dressed sort of thing,
good shoes.

Did he speak to her?

He wasn't here. She left him a message
to ask him to meet her.

So, how much money are we talking about?

When did this woman come here?

—Few days back, it were.
—Before I spoke to you?

So you were withholding information.

And if I went through any of your rooms
now and found a sniff of drugs,

I could have your licence off you
before you broke sweat.

So give me all you've got
before I start to get impatient!

I was to call her, let her know
where Stevie said to meet her.

So where is it?

When?

MAN: Hello?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

—Move your car back. Take it right back.
—I'm here...

—(HONKING)
—MAN: You're holding up traffic, mate.

Scare you, did I, Deborah?

Yeah.

Good.

I'm so glad that you came back,
actually, um...

—My dad said that he saw you and, uh...
—What's in the bag?

Uh...

It's money. For you.

It's £30,000.

All yours.

I met a man on my travels.

He explained to me what happened.

I could have had you lot closed down.

Is that why you came back?

It were nine year ago
he told me all about that.

You're wondering
why I didn't report you.

Maybe I wanted to wait till
you were basking in your success,

then close you down.

Maybe I didn't need to.

Because if you'd do that to me,

sooner or later you'd tear
yourselves to ribbons.

So why did you come here tonight?

I lost my job,

I lost my friends,

I lost my wife...

I lost my face.

I can live with all that.

But I tell you what I can't live with.

I lost my daughter!

That's what would wake me up
in the middle of the night.

But one night I woke up and I thought,

how would your family feel
if they lost their daughter?

You lost your daughter.

You know what that feels like.

Why would you want to do that
to anyone else?

Would that make you feel any better?

Do you think I don't know that?

Do you think I didn't realise
that I could never feel any better?

Do you think any amount of money
would give me back what I've lost?

Well, here's what I think of your money.

(STEVIE SCREAMING)

—What's the news?
—He's not dead yet.

Is he angry enough to kill Matt is?

Angry enough, but it's not him.

He wanted Richard alive, wanted to
see him suffer the way he'd suffered.

—So that leaves the Russian bride—to—be.
—And the missing son.

And the phantom paint—stripper.

Sam, I want to talk to your mother,
to tell her... If I explain to her...

No, no, no.
She won't want to see you, not now.

I didn't plan to get pregnant.

I don't want to stay in that house.

What are you doing here?

This is killing me.
It is too much to bear.

You ask us for sympathy?

Like we are not suffering?
Like we haven't lost him?

Your selfishness,
your stupid little selfishness.

Have you any idea how offensive that is?

I'll take you home.

If you want to help anyone, Sam,
help me.

Help your own family.

Sam?

You could look after your brother.

He's here. He's hiding here.

—What is he thinking of?
—I told him to.

Why?

He's scared for his life.

This thug Sylvian is after him
for some money.

You're going to have to
look after him, Sam, please.

Look, Dawn, I've had him all day.

Mum, I can't come home now.
Because it's just not possible!

I'm right in the middle of something.

You're always
in the middle of something.

Mum, I've been trying to
find this woman for two days.

I'll be home as early as I can.

It's hell, isn't it?
Trying to juggle kids and a job.

You know, when they get ill,
what can you do?

Jacquie, the other day at the factory,
something was bothering you.

Well, like I say,
when you've got a lot on your mind...

Shannon, could you get me
a drink of water, please?

It's like you're the only one
who's mourning Richard's death.

He meant a lot to you, didn't he?

I just work there.
Why are you asking me?

I'm not buying this "I just work there"
stuff any more, Jacquie.

You were having an affair with him,
weren't you?

I don't know why you'd call it
an affair.

What would you call it?

Sex.

You know, for him.

And for you?

Oh, he treated me really well.

Spoiled me like I'd...
Like I'd never had before.

—Thank you. That's lovely.
—I enjoyed it.

I never kidded me self it would
go on to be anything else.

—Shannon, could you get me some sugar?
—Mmm—hmm.

Thank you.

So why are you so jumpy?

Vince.

Look, I never fancied him or anything.
But he's always been asking me out.

—So, sometimes you just...
—So you had a relationship with him?

You know, when you're down
and someone really, really wants you...

Does Vince know about you and Richard?

Well, a place like that
you can't keep secrets for long.

He could see how upset I was when...
When it ended.

Vince told me you were outside in
the yard with him, having a cigarette.

Was he telling the truth?

He was always so protective of me and...

That's what I really liked about him.

He wasn't with you, was he?

—You don't know where he was.
—Because why would he do that?

Why would Vince need me to lie for him?

—Yes, love?
—Just tell Superintendent Dalziel

that DS Milligan's mother
would like to see him.

I take it you're Spike's mother?

Dawn tells me
you haven't got any family.

Well, since 90—odd percent of murders
are committed within the family,

I consider it a form of self—protection
to remain unencumbered.

I love my daughter.
I'd do anything for her.

And since she can't afford child—minders

for the ridiculous
amount of hours she's working,

I'm happy to pick up the pieces.

But sometimes, enough is enough.

Is there a point to all of this?

Only there's a...a murder investigation
I'd like to be getting on with.

Yeah, it's this.
You might not have a life

but I do and me daughter does,

or she should have.
You see, she's got a son.

And they need to be together
a decent amount of time

before Dawn's too knackered
to do a jigsaw puzzle!

Is that your point?

It is.

Fair enough.
Now, can I get back to my investigation?

Absolutely.

Oh, and one more thing.

—What's that?
—You try it,

coping with a kid!

Write a confession.
I'll be back in a minute.

Mrs Milligan? Um...

I was just admiring your shoes.

Do you mind telling me
where you got them?

A present from my boyfriend.

Got a few shillings, has he?

No, he's got a market stall.

These shift at 200 quid a 90.
Not exactly what I'd call market fodder.

I thought you had a murder investigation

you were desperate
to be getting on with?

I have.

Which is why I'll need
your boyfriend's name and address.

You're kidding me.

I may not be much use
as a human specimen

but I am a half—decent copper.

And if someone's knocking off
pricy shoes from that factory,

I want to know about it.

I need a cigarette.

His name's Guy My hill.

But everyone calls him Lou.

As you do.

(LAUGHING)

The bells! The bells! (LAUGHS)

I'm so sorry about this, sir.

I don't know what
my mum was thinking of.

Well, you're a detective,
shouldn't take a lot of figuring out.

I did call her,
I did explain why I couldn't come home.

Doesn't seem to have done the trick,
does it, Spike?

I was just doing my job, sir.

Exactly. You could do what I do,

work all the hours under the sun,
put your job before everything else.

Or you could have a life, with your lad.

That designer gear
your mother's wearing...

—Oh, that?
—Yeah, that.

I've sent the uniform lot
round to question her boyfriend

about how he got hold of some
back—of—a—lorry Matt is shoes.

That'll put some spice
into their romance.

Looks like she'll be back to
sleepless nights doing jigsaw puzzles.

—She's an insomniac?
-Terrible.

There's a lot of it about.

So do you think this scum's
linked to the killing?

Well, it's an outside bet
worth a flutter.

So what did you get
from Jacquie Whiting?

Plenty. She was having an affair
with Richard Matt is.

And she thinks
the foreman, Vince Kilcline,

was obsessed with
the way that he dumped her.

Well, let's have him in, then.

I'll get uniform to pick him up.

Yeah, while you take
your little Tom home.

Sir. Come on.

MILLIGAN: We'll still have time
for storytelling, I promise.

I promise it's going to be two minutes,
just stay there.

(CAR LOCK BEEPS)

—All right?
-Are we all right to handle this, ma'am?

POLICEMAN: Go the other side!

(SOBBING) I'm so sorry.

We've got you now.

I am so, so sorry. I'm sorry, Tom.

Now, you listen to me.
You just nearly killed my son.

If it was up to me, I would...

He's all right, yeah?
Tell me he's all right.

Well, he's not smashed to bits,
if that's what you call all right!

Now, I want to know why you were
so desperate to get away.

We know about your scam, Vince,
with Guy My hill.

They got the scam.

Getting us... Getting me
to scare away Steve Earle.

We know you were lying about
having a cigarette with Jacquie.

Look, I'm smashed up here.

I did it.

All right? I'm telling you, I did it.

It's pathetic, I know.

Pathetic?

Throwing a bit of paint stripper
over his portrait.

Like that's going to put
the world to right.

—That's what you did?
—Yeah.

Oh, you think...

You're here because Jacquie thinks
I could have killed him.

Killed Richard?
How could she even think that?

(VOICE BREAKING)
Does she not know me at all?

Vince has been with us for years.

DALZIEL: I'm not sure that loyalty
is something

this family should preach about,
Mrs Matt is.

No.

Marion, there's two men dead.

And now there's two more in hospital.

I think it's about time this
family gave up some of your secrets.

We think you may have
an idea where your son is.

And we think it might be wise
to tell us.

I wish I could tell you.

I wish you could find him.

There's a bottle of single malt
back at my place

needs our urgent attention.

One whisky.

So...

we can discount the foreman.

And Steve Earle's not our man.

Which leaves the boy Chris.

If he's not the next one
found floating in the canal.

Which then leaves Sylvian,

who won't be easy to get to without
a witness or a decent bit of forensic.

What keeps nagging away at my brain
is the Russian connection.

The bullet.

Whichever way you look at it,

it has to come back
to the fragrant Natalia.

Am I right?

(SNORING)

Is this, uh, Insomniacs Anonymous?

He's not answering me calls.

But then, discovering you're going out
with a police informer

is not exactly sexy, is it?

I'm not convinced it's sexy

being the receiver of
knocked—off goods, either, Audrey.

He was funny and attractive
and generous and...

let's face it,
a man who was interested in me.

I'm sorry.

But if you ever tell your daughter
I said that

I'll deny all knowledge
of even being here tonight.

What bloody rankles is
I was doing it for her.

And I end up scooping me own life.

I don't know.

You kill yourself for your kids
and where does it get you, eh?

I'm not falling for that one.

You like being needed by your Dawn,

having your grandson
round here all hours.

Sod it.

If I can hook one fella,
I can get me self another.

Try to get one
on the right side of the law next time.

Or at least warn him
that me daughter's a copper.

Well,

at least she won't have me
making her life hell for much longer.

Over here, sir.

I thought it best to leave it where
it was found so you can see it in sit...

—Who found it?
—One of the service hands.

Pulled out the top roll
and it was lying underneath.

Can anyone tell me why
this wasn't found during our search?

Well, look at the state of this place.

Bag it and let's see
if it gives us a print.

Here's the report, sir.

We know that you had several rows
with your husband,

ex—husband, forgive me,

since he came back from Russia.

And we know you were at the factory
at the time of the killing.

I didn't kill him.

This is part of the weapon
that killed Mr Matt is.

—I didn't do it.
—Your fingerprints are on it.

—Please.
—The only prints on here.

No. No, please!

The evidence is irrefutable, Marion.

There's no easy way to do this.

Just give it up to us.

We rowed about the children.

He was betraying them,

giving this woman everything.

He didn't want to know.

There was no getting through to him.

He laughed. He'd always done that.

I suppose it was... It was all too much.

I hated him then
like I've never hated him.

And I don't know,
something just snapped.

Why did you go back and move the body?

I...

I was in a panic.

I was sort of hoping
he'd still be alive but...

When saw him, I hated him even more,

hated what his stupid weakness
had done to my family,

everything I had worked for.

And I...

I thought, I... I can do this.

I wanted to get away with it,

to be rid of him, rid of this weak man.

And I could've done it,
I would've done it.

But I heard a noise.

I didn't have enough time.

Chris?

Did you bring me summat to drink?

The police found something
in the factory.

They've arrested Mum.

The wanderer returns.

—She can't have killed him.
—And why is that, Chris?

She's me mother.
I know the kind of person she is

and she couldn't have done
something like this.

I'm afraid her defence lawyer
is going to need

a tad more than that to convince a jury.

Unless you can give us something
that tells a different story.

The fact is, Chris,
you've run out of choices.

I did come to the factory that night.

Dad wasn't answering me calls.
I needed to see him.

But I knew if Deborah saw me
there'd be a row,

so I hid up and waited
till I could get Dad on his own.

But I never did.

How does that help us believe
that your mother didn't kill him?

'Cause I saw something.

Dad was lying there, bleeding.

Before I could react, Mum came.

Then she did this thing.
I don't know why. She...

She moved Dad's body,
dragging it along...

It was so weird.

I felt ill. I felt sick.

I just ran and ran.

Which neatly clears your mother
without implicating yourself,

doesn't it, Chris?

But it's true.

Please...

When she came to the club,

what was it she whispered to you?

She said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

—Do you mind if I have a quick word?
—No, not at all.

DALZIEL:
Who are you covering up for, Marion?

I killed him. It's over now.

The trouble is, Marion,

there was no blood on that handle.

So that means you cleaned it.

And it's not possible for that tool
to be in that factory

and not have more prints on it.

I did it. It's over.

I've had some tests done.

You know what we found on that handle?

A chemical.

It's over.

A detergent,

one that's not used in the factory.

It was cleaned, outside.

Then you took it away.

You could have destroyed it

and we might never have got close
to thinking you did this killing.

Then you brought it back.

To be found.

Why?

What was cleaned off it?

—Who was cleaned off it?
—It's over.

No, it's not,

not until I say it is.

Well, we're not going to
get anywhere tonight.

—I'm going home, me.
—I wouldn't get any sleep, anyway.

I'm going out.

Where are you going?

Anywhere. Nowhere.

Just walk.

Try to make sense of this lot.

(PHONE RINGING)

(MOBILE RINGING)

—Peter?
-60[ some good news.

We got a match on our
Russian friend's DNA.

They're sending us a picture.

NATALIA: Hello? Who is there?

Afldjl, remember that thing she said?

"He doesn't even look Russian."

Well, that's an odd thing to say
about a man she was married to.

I've got their wedding photo
right in front of me.

DALZIEL: What the bloody hell
was she doing

wearing an engagement ring
when she was already married?

We got two dead men.

One was the husband—to—be

and the other one
turns out to be her husband.

That' ll d 0 me.

Yeah, but she was at home.

Two men who were involved
with this woman,

both face down.
What does that tell you?

A lover?

But all along the way,

this job has had the smell
of the family about it.

And Marion has confessed.

50, it's a [over in the family

I think she might be
expecting him tonight.

50 get over here sharpish.

And bring the cavalry with you.

DALZIEL: Well, well.

I should've seen it.

The mother's protecting the wrong son.

It's time for us to go now, Natalia.

Go where?

I don't understand.
Why do we have to go?

Well, we can't stay here any more.

How can I go? I can't just leave.

And these policemen,
they're asking me things.

—I can't leave.
—Asking you what?

Sam...

There are things...

—They found his body.
—Your husband?

How did you know about him?

No one here knew.
I didn't even know he was here

until the police showed me his picture.

Everything's all right. It's all fixed.

How did you know, Sam?

He came to me.

He'd been watching you,
so he knew what was happening.

He was going to tell my family,
blackmail us.

I did it for you.

And we couldn't let that happen.

I did it for you. You—you must listen.

—No, please.
—I love you.

—Please, let 90!
—I'd do anything for you.

—Please let go!
—I did it for us!

-Get out!
—Don't do that!

I did it for you.

Natalia, I love you!

Natalia was running away
from her abusive marriage.

But then she fell in love.

MARION: That wasn't love.
DALZIEL: Not with Richard.

Sam was involved with Natalia.

No.

It's not possible.

When she arrived here,
they fell in love with each other.

If he'd...

rowed with Richard,

if it had got out of control,

it must have been an accident.

Marion, he killed another man,

first.

Natalia's husband.

Sam ambushed this man.

He planned it, then he killed him.

When I found...Richard,

I thought it must be Chris

because he was such a troubled lad.

And it was my fault.

It must be my fault.

Why would it be your fault?

Because they're my children.

It was my job to protect them.

Of course it is.

I'm their mother.

I have to protect them.

I have to!

(SOFTLY) I have to.

(DON'T YOU (FORGET ABOUT ME} PLAYING)

—What are you doing here?
—Glad I made it.

Wouldn't want to miss
seeing off an old has—been.

What's cheered you up?

The thought of giving you a few
more years' earache.

How come?

This Best Value Reviews job,

I just, uh, thanked them upstairs
for the wonderful opportunity

it presented for an old hand like me
to air his views in public,

in the press, even, about the way
that they've been running things.

I get the impression
they might be reconsidering.

—JERRY: You know what I'll miss?
—What?

The sparkling wit of your workmates?

Life—enriching canteen food?

Go on, then. Surprise us.

Not a sodding thing.

The more I do this job, the less I know.

At least with your family
you know where you are.

Knackers!

Hey, Spike.

How's your mother?

Single.

And blaming you?

She'll come round. She'll have to,
I can't afford the child—minders.

Natalia wants to go back to Russia.

Who can blame her?

Who knows what she'll tell the kid?

She might just say
that it's her husband's.

(SNORING)